#haytham

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 14: left alone

Summary:
Savannah is made to stay at the tavern, but her day takes a strange turn

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5164532/chapters/16629253

Rating: EXPLICIT

FAMDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

PAIRING: HAYTHAM KENWAY/ SAVANNAH (OC)

Author:@alexasnowme

Summery:

Haytham Kenway finds himself in Abstergo, not in his own time, he wants answers. They send in the psychologist Dr Thorne to calm him down, hoping she can get them answers on how he ended up here.

Everyone at abstergo was having a bad day, the CEO was raging in his office, it could be heard down the halls. All workers listening n eagerly to his vocal rant, hoping to know what had gone so wrong for him to be this angry, he rarely lost his cool.

“Would someone like to tell me how the fuck we ended up with Haytham Kenway here, and not our animus worker, that is impossible surely? This can’t be happening, fuck fuck, fuck, go get that psychologist, it’s her job to look after those working in the animus, maybe she can get answers”

Dr Thorne had overheard the loud exchange, making her way to the CEO’s office, she knocked lightly, and despite the shouting match occurring in the office, he heard her, and let her in.

“Ah Doctor, just the woman we need. I need you to go to bottom floor, the containment cells, we have a displaced man in there, we need you to make sure he stays calm, until we can figure this out” he stated through gritted teeth, dismissing her swiftly, so he could lay into the manager of the project a new.

Dr Thorne rushed out, she hated the containment area as he called it, and she knew it was a nice term for cell. She wondered how this poor man must be feeling; quite a shock to wake up out of one’s time, at least the poor animus workers expected it. And that meant the poor inexperienced animus worker was in Haytham’s place, one could only pray they weren’t in any imminent danger.

Changing quickly, and given supplies, and quick briefing, and then she was apparently ready to do her job, although this was new ground for her, she felt uneasy. Taping the control pad in her hand nervously as the lift descended. She looked down the long dark corridor, this long walk to the cell would only fray her nerves further, and this man was a trained killer. One morose thought keep her moving forward at least it would be a quick death. She rounded the corner; seeing the room at the end of the hall. She took a deep breath and approached slowly, they had given him a sedative, and given her several quick acting tranquilisers should things get dicey.

She pressed her palm to the reader, the door opened slowly, as she stepped inside hearing the door seal, she felt like she too was now a prisoner until they fixed this major glitch. This didn’t even seem possible, and yet the man unconscious upon the bed in full old world clothing was real, she wanted to reach out and touch him just to satisfy her curiosity. But her professionalism stayed her hand, she observed him as he slept, he did not seem in any great distress. He was a picture of an old world gentleman, in dress and appearance.

Dr Thorne waited what felt like an age for him to rouse from his drug induced sleep. His eyes struggled to open and focus upon the woman sitting across from him. She had opted to not wear a lab coat, it was not necessary; rather she wore plain clothes, the less modern apparel the better. So a silk blouse with buttons, and plain black pants, with boots over them up to the knee. She realised the pad in her hand would raise too many questions, so she hastily pushed it aside out of view. They had endeavoured to make the room as plain as possible, so few amenities, but lights and cameras remained a necessity so they could keep an eye on him, and her.

He struggled to pull up, the haze of the sedative still holding to him. “Who are you?” he managed to pose in a strained voice.

He couldn’t see them clearly as yet, so he couldn’t ascertain anything, all he knew it that they were professionals, and he was their prisoner, what they wanted he had no idea.

Dr Thorne responded softly “My name is Doctor Thorne”

“What have you done to me?” he demanded his voice less commanding than he had hoped.

“It’s a mild sedative, it’s to keep you calm” she offered.

“What do you want from me?” he finally managed to utter, this was all he needed to know.

“We don’t want anything from you, we just need you to remain calm until we can return you to your friends, we do not know how you got here, but we are working upon a way to get you back, what so you recall?” she stated as tentatively and vaguely as possible.
“Nothing as yet” he confessed.

She sounded genuine enough, but this told him nothing. So his only other option as to befriend his captor, and find means of escape.

When the sedative finally left his system, he could see the woman before him clearly, she was nothing like the women of his time, she was dressed in men’s clothing, and yet it still looked feminine and very form fitting. He had to take a deep breath when his eyes settled upon her breasts, the strained material had drawn his eye, he hadn’t intended to leer at her.

Forcing his focus elsewhere, on something less sexual, he noticed her eyes were gentle, and gazed at him through glasses, but none like he had even seen. She didn’t appear dangerous, she looked like she could be easily overpowered, so should it come down to it, she would be easily dealt with, he would rather not use force.
He staggered as he pulled off the medical bed; Dr Thorne caught him, aiding him to a chair.

“Thank you Miss Thorne” he stated politely.

It annoyed Dr Thorne that he chose not to use her title, but she reminded herself it was a different time. She sat back down before him, smiling sweetly, her imploring eyes were calling for him to open up, say something. He raised his eye brow, and took stock of his cell, this was all new to him, nothing looked alike to a room he had ever been in, and this would make escape difficult. He returned his gaze to the doctor, he guessed she was his only chance, but they had sent her for a reason surely, there was something she wasn’t telling him, and yet she seemed forthcoming with information.

He regarded her curiously once more, her long wavy dark hair would come in handy, and again he hoped he wouldn’t have to hurt her, but he had to be ready.

“So Miss Thorne where am I?” He pressed realised he had been staring for a little bit too long, she looked uncomfortable.

“Somewhere safe” she responded in the manner she imagined the bosses would approve of, but sadly she knew it told him nothing, and she felt a small measure of guilt for the lie of omission, it was not her way to speak like a government official, spouting only lies, and half-truths.

“You don’t seem comfortable Miss Thorne, what aren’t you telling me?” he stressed with a modicum of civility, but he was losing his patience already.

“Mr Kenway, there is sadly little I can tell you, my only job is to make things as comfortable for you as I can”

“I would be made comfortable by knowing where I was, and who you are, and who they are, and what they want?” he hissed.

“I understand your concerns Mr Kenway, but I am not allowed to tell you, I want to, but if I do that then they drag me out, and keep you unconscious for however long it takes, which will be detrimental to your health” she stated curtly, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

Despite the confusion, and annoyance rising within him, he noticed she was a very fetching young woman, but he couldn’t let her words slide even if she had caught his eye for a moment. “Are you threatening me?” he narrowed his eyes, her shock told him that was not her intent before she responded.

“No not at all, I am telling you the truth, this is what will happen should I tell you more than I am allowed, I did not intend it to sound threatening, if it did I do apologise” She added feeling a little flustered.

“Well in the same vain my dear, if I am not released at my earliest convenience, I will use force, although I would rather not do so” he warned.

“Understood Mr Kenway, do you think they would put me in here if I was worth anything to them, they know you to be a trained assassin, I am sadly a pawn in their game, not a major player. I am expendable” She sighed sadly knowing I to be true, it saddened her.

This annoyed Haytham, but this had a ring of truth to it. So he would have to bypass her somehow, he had to think. Meanwhile he engaged in superficial conversation, she again pressed him for the last memory he could recall. To his own frustration he was not hiding the truth by telling her he didn’t know, he really didn’t recall anything. Eventually she excused herself promising to return tomorrow, this would give him time to make a plan

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I ended up rewriting it entirely with a completely different Haytham/Reader meeting.

The bustle of the market blared in the distance. Men shouting the prices of their livestock and crops, women advertising hand made clothing and quilts. Despite its bustle, visiting the market always had a trance-like effect on me, calming me in an odd way that only this place, and another, had this effect on me.

As I browsed the exotic fruits, freshly brought in from the harbor, an eerie sensation washed over me; the hairs on my neck stood on end as I glanced around instinctively. Despite the feeling, everything was as it normally was. Still unnerved, I resumed my browsing picking up a pomegranate. The rare fruit was well beyond my ability to buy it, but I hoped one day I could scrape enough to get one to try. Sorrowfully I put the fruit down with a sigh.

“Not to your liking?” The voice startled me from my thoughts, a man clad in a navy blue coat, and matching hat stood next me. His hair was neatly pulled back, and his face clean and shaven. He obviously had some form of money and was not of the common drabble that roamed here.

I chuckled nervously, “Well, more like a few coins short.” I began to walk further down the line, browsing other selections, when a slight tap on my shoulder caused me to turn back around.

Holding out the ripened fruit, he gently nodded for me to accept it.

As he drew his hand back, after being freed of the fruit, I thanked him softly. “I’m very grateful, Mister? I’m sorry I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “Oh right. Haytham Kenway, my dear,” His eyes locked with mine as bowed ever so slightly. “And you?”

“Y/N. Pleased to meet you.” I placed my hand over my chest and gave a slight nod to him. “But thank you again, Mister Kenway.”

Haytham scoffed lightly, “No need for such formalities, really.” He gestured for me to walk with him as he continued through the market.

I kept my eyes off Haytham, the nerves rising in my back forced me to watch every step. Here was this very polite, well spoken individual who I knew nothing about, treating me as an old friend. Needless to say I was very off put by the situation. Though he tried nothing, other than attempting to keep the conversation flowing, I still felt as though he was using this interaction to gain something.

As I selected the last few items I needed for the next few days, I bid Haytham a farewell. “Thank you for keeping me company today, but I have all I came for.”

“It was a pleasure. Please, if you are in town again, do not hesitate to seek me out.” With a tip of his hat, Haytham left into the crowded Boston streets.

I shook my head, ‘Why would I wish to seek him out again? He barely knows me.’ Clearing my thoughts, I loaded the items into the satchels hanging from the horse’s saddle. With the last buckle secure, I grabbed the reins of the paint stallion and led him through the streets.

With the stallion stored away in his stall and the moon beginning to rise on the horizon, I hurried up the small incline and into the manor. I was greeted swiftly by Connor, who lightly placed his forehead against mine. “I’m glad to see you too.” I pulled away and lightly pecked his cheek.

Connor grabbed a few of the bags, leading us to the kitchen, “That trip took a bit longer than the last.”

I sighed heavily as I was glad to be home and in a position to relax, “I had a rather unexpected guest join me. It slowed me down more than I would have liked.”

Confusion colored Connor’s face as he questioned, “Guest? One of the strays?”

“I wish. But no, a man. He seemed a bit eager to get me talking but he was kind enough to buy me this.” I pulled out the rare fruit and placed it on the table. I continued to place away the food as Connor cut open the pomegranate.

He paused before placing the two halves down, “That’s very kind of him, though I will warn you to be careful,” walking over to me, he grabbed my hands, pulling them up to his chest, “Some people can be dangerous.”

“I know,” I pulled away from him and turned back the pantry, sorting the jars and fresh herbs, “but he was so well dress and clean spoken. I guess I lowered my guard.” I paused a bit waiting for Connor, who was leaning against the countertops now, arms crossed, to respond. After a brief silence I continued, “He did tell me his name if that is of any consolation.” Connor tilted his head, with a small hum of curiosity. “Haytham Kenway.”

Connor stiffened, his grip tightening on his bicep, his breathing hitching for a millisecond before turning into shallow breaths.

Noticing the change in his mood, I turned my head to face him slightly. “What?”

“Nothing.” He relaxed the best he could and gave a small smile. Without another word, Connor walked out of the kitchen and out the back door.

The fall moon reached its peak in the sky, and few rooms in Boston still illuminated with the faint glow of candles. Connor dismounted the horse, and stood before the Green Dragon Tavern. Almost bursting through the door, Connor scanned the ground floor that was alive with music, dancing and alcohol induced activities. Walking through the crowd, Connor evaded the bodies that took little notice of him as well. He swiftly climbed the stairs and saw Haytham sitting at a long table with the other Templars.

Haytham quickly noticed Connor. Placing his pint on the table, he excused himself and followed Connor, who after being noticed, walked back down the stairs.

With Haytham on his tail, Connor leaned against the hitching rail, hood raised and arms tightly crossed.

“Brave of you to enter alone.” Haytham’s smug tone caused Connor’s arms to flex.

“Bravery has nothing to do with it.” Standing straight, Connor stomped over to Haytham, pointing a stern finger at him, “Do not come near me or Y/N again. And you know who and what I am referring to. So do not try to play dumb with me, Old Man!”

Haytham scoffed and waved away Connor’s hand, “I was merely being friendly. Hardly something to attack someone for. Besides, Connor, I doubt you give her the proper attention and love she needs.”

“And with your age, I doubt you can no longer give it to her either.” Connor mounted his horse and placed it next to Haytham, “I give you this last warning, stay away from her.”

Author:@alexasnowme

Update: Chapter 11: The rebels (tension in this chapter) Summary: Haytham takes Savannah away from her home, to a new life, and her first mission as a Templar

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5164532/chapters/15924241

Rating: EXPLICIT 

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED PAIRING: HAYTHAM KENWAY/ SAVANNAH (OC)

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 27: Fate draws us together

Summary:

languishing in the cells aboard the sage’s ship Alicia receives an unexpected communication

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4979881/chapters/18814925

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED