The Right Side

An Unwanted Addition

Now standing with the rest of the Templars, Clarke stands next to Haytham as she explains to Thomas everything that's happened since he 'died'. They were waiting for the new guy, someone that none of the others knew.

"So yer pregnant?" Hickey asked, a small smile crossing his face. "Really? How far?"

"Only a couple of months," Clarke says. "Seven months till they're due and I'll be showing in a month or two."

"Meaning," Haytham butts in. "In a couple more months, you won't be able to come along with us."

"But-"

"No buts. If you don't get to Washington before then, then you won't be killing him. I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to put the baby in danger. Or yourself."

"You're the one who got me pregnant in the first place!"

At that, the older man chuckled. "You helped with that, my dear. I'm sure both Thomas and Charles will agree that you need to take it slow soon."

"Well," Thomas shrugged. "Georgie won't expect a pregnant lady to be the one tha' kills 'im, will he?"

"See?" Clarke exclaimed, Charles beginning to laugh as he shakes his head. "Just think about it, okay? When I'm the size of a cow, I can still fire a gun."

"Maybe," her lover responds. "I'll think about it."

"That's a no," Thomas laughed, ruffling Clarke's hair. "God I missed ya, kid. An' now we're gonna be on this together, huh? Just like ol' times."

"Exactly. So, who's the new guy?"

"He's a creepy man, when ya look at 'im. But he don't mean no harm, just tryin' to get by. He was in cause he tried to kill Georgie too, ya know? Fits perfectly."

"I was starting to think we were the only ones that saw that he was bad. We're not... the bad guys, right?" She looks up and glances at her boys. "We're doing the right thing?"

"Many people... don't agree with us," Charles admits. "So to them, I suppose we are bad. But looking at the big picture, we know the things Washington has done. We know he's a murderer and hides behind his people as they cheer as if he was king. It's foul play, and we just want what's best for us all."

"Right," she nods. "Okay. Yeah, lets do this."

"There he is!" Thomas exclaimed with a grin, a man moving closer to them. "How ya doin', Jack? Hope ya like our gang."

All of Clarke's body tenses at the name, eyes moving to see a familiar head of shoulder length black hair moving to them. Her stomach knotted up and she began to feel sick. Her hand took ahold of Haytham's, squeezing it slightly as she stepped back a bit. Why him? Why Jack? They didn't know what he did to her, she's never told them. How could she now? He was here to help.

But he wasn't in prison for trying to kill Washington, he was in there for what he did to her! And now - they needed him.

"It's nice to finally meet you all," the man nods. "I remember seeing you in the prison, though I couldn't introduce myself formally. I'm Jack," he stuck his hand out towards them, Clarke glaring at it.

"Clarke," she says flatly, declining his offer to shake hands. The man hesitates, before nodding and dropping his hand to his side.

"She's normally more outgoing," Haytham reassures. "She may be a bit shy, though. Do forgive her for not being overly excited about someone new, Connor has proven a nuisance and tends to... get rid of our members."

"Of course," Jack nods, bowing his head slightly as he grins a bit. "You can trust me, Miss. Clarke, I assure you." Rather than responding, the girl simply remained quiet. "It seems I've crossed some sort of line, I apologize. I hope you learn to accept me."

"She'll get there," Charles said, motioning to himself and Haytham to introducing them. "But now that we're together and whatnot, perhaps we should... inform you of a few lines we've drawn, as you've said. Clarke is pregnant, meaning in a bit of time she will not longer be allowed to help. When that time comes, I ask you don't let her... persuade you let her do as she wishes. And to keep an eye on her."

"Of course," he nods, eyes now on the small girl as she refused to look at him. "I'll make sure nothing happens to her, she's safe with me."

"I'm sure she will be, I'm just making sure you understand."

"I do. Clarke," he took a step forward, the girl practically hiding behind Haytham. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just hope you trust me soon enough. We will be seeing each other quite a bit now, yes?"

"Can I talk to you?" Clarke looks up at her lover, knowing he's been quiet during this interaction. "Alone?"

"Of course," he nods. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just want to talk." With that, the girl begins tugging her away from the group. Thomas' laugh is heard as they go, already spewing jokes in their absence.

Haytham is lead a bit further into town, before to the left and into the alleyway. With further investigation, the Grand Master soon realizes this was the very alleyway that he first met Clarke. The small, timid girl who could barely walk and now, was helping to kill George Washington and birth Haytham's child. It was incredible.

"My dear, will you just tell me what's wrong?" He asked, watching the girl slowly turn to him, no one noticing them this far inside the alley. There's visible hesitation in her movements, but when her lips meet his, it's clear on her intent.

Haytham grips her hips, pulling her closer as he leaned into the kiss. Her arms now around his neck, their bodies are flushed together. The man lowers his hands, gripping her thighs before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her back is pressed against the hard brick wall, the Grand Master's hands roaming to the bottom of her shirt.

His tongue pries her lips apart, darting inside her mouth to claim his new territory. Clarke lets him, easily bending to his will. Anything to get the taste of Jack off her tongue.