(A/N) I tried, I really did. I didn't want to ship these two until stupid Ubisoft made me! And also someone PMed me with the request for this. So here's some shipper trash!

Evie knew she was the more rational of the two Frye twins. Always keeping her head on the right shoulders and staying true to her mission. She was the smart one who ran the technical part of the Rooks, and she wanted to keep it that way. Jacob could be as loud and crazy as he wanted as long as he didn't get innocents hurt, cause the downfall of the country, or himself killed. It was simple, keep an eye on Jacob, live life, and die alone.

Then "he" came around. Well, more like she walked into his shop.

One mission and a train later, he became her closest friend other than her twin. They did a lot together while Jacob screwed up the bank of London, among other things. Some of those things included gaining intel on the Templars, saving children from factory work, and recruiting Rooks to fight against the blighters. And if they had time to themselves, they would sit in the train and research for hours, pointing out interesting facts out of the blue to one another. It was mutual yet made Evie smile her rare and genuine smiles just at the thought.

Then that stupid mission came about.

He went and made himself a decoy and got himself caught while trying to escape. Evie had saved him of course, but scolded her partner for getting caught. She even said he was more useful on the sidelines, back on the train. Ms. Frye could see the hurt in his eyes when she disappeared into the night to get back first.

As soon as she had reached the train though, she had decided to go out and sit on top of a high vantage point for the rest of the night. She couldn't bare to run into him and let the awkwardness consume the small quarters of the Rooks.

It was a good night from where the assassin sat. Men returned home to their families from the factories, women gossiped in the shadows about fleeting scandals, and children throwing stones at stray cats. Not a blighter to be seen and all seemed normal with the world.

If only they knew of the conflict that raged inside Evie's mind at that moment. Would anyone care if she told them? If she just left London right now for a few days to clear her head, would Jacob chase after her? Why was she vehement about staying away from the object of her worry?

All the questions made her head spin. The streets were calming down now. Fewer carriages were making rounds and people began to crawl inside the nearby bars, houses, and alley ways for the night. The wind picked up a bit and chilled Evie even in her layers of her assassin garbs. The stray hairs that always flew about her face stirred and tickled her brow. She reached to brush them away and rested fully on the roof to watch the dark sky.

There were no stars to be seen, as to be expected being in the middle of the city. Even so, Evie searched with her sharpened eyes for even just a glimpse of the bright lights that always hung high and mighty above her head. If she could see them, it might make her problem with her whirling mind a tad smaller.

Alas though, no star shown above the light of the candle lit street lights. Disheartening, but it was never a surprise.

Whatever Evie was feeling through wasn't gone with the stars. Unlike the beacons of light, it burned her inside. A feeling of regret, anger, and longing spiraled into one cluster of nonsense and misplaced words. The regret was from being too harsh with her friend, anger for letting him be captured, and longing...

...that was yet to be determined.

"Brooding again, sister dearest?" asked a voice behind the older Frye sibling. Looking behind her, Evie groaned at the sight of the last person she wanted to tease, Jacob Frye. He wore his assassin wear and his tacky top hat with too much smugness. The urge to knock him off the roof was strong today, especially in Evie's mood. She however appealed to her better nature and opted to leave the area promptly.

"I'm not brooding, I'm just thinking of something." Evie retorted and stood to leap off the tall building into a nearby haystack. She leaped off the structure, extending her arms to feel the air on her body. The world was flying past her as she descended quicker and quicker towards the cobblestone streets, nothing but a hay cart to cushion her fall.

She landed on her back as she had done many times before. The hay gave with her added weight and felt soft against her back. Evie climbed out and pulled up her hood to conceal her face to any Templars that might be out and about at the ungodly hour.

The sound of a body hitting the hay behind Evie alerted her that Jacob was following her wherever she may decide to wonder. A quick check with her eagle vision confirmed her guess, but she only continued to ignore him and walk on towards a random destination. Her brother caught up and fell into her brisk step despite her obvious attempt to get away from him.

"It wouldn't happen to involve Mr. Green looking as if he had just gotten run over by our train, would it?" he asked, poking his sister in the side. It took all her will not to shove him into the nearest puddle and run far away. Instead, she chose to grab the arm that was poking her and twist it behind his back.

"That," Evie kicked the back of his knees and shoved his upper body away from her. "is none of your concern." Evie tossed her head and continued forward.

"Oh really now!" Jacob moaned as he stood back up. He had to jog to get back in step with his hotheaded sister. "So taking down your favorite brother wasn't a reason to warrant some concern."

"Exactly, now go back to the train. I am perfectly alright on my own." Evie's stride widened and her pace picked up in a hurry. Jacob matched her in all most synchronized tandem. The years of training together had left them open to one another's movements and judgments. Even now, he couldn't just ignore the confusion and frustration that he sensed.

"You know, it's okay to talk to me. I may not be a woman, but I do understand when you're a mess" That comment made Evie's pace slow to a more relaxed gait. In a few moments, her feet refused to move forward.

She sighed before looking her twin in his eyes. The same wood colored brown that their father had. Even if he was headstrong and too stubborn for his own good, Jacob was still her twin and only family left in this lonely world. What would be the harm in unloading her insecurities for one night?

"You're correct. It does have to deal with...with Henry Green."

Jacob threw his arms into the air in triumph. "I knew it! Your about as unreadable as an open book dear Evie."

Again, Evie began walking away. She knew he was going to gloat and yet she caved excepting for only a moment for him to be serious. "I was joking!" he called out, rushing to her and grabbing her shoulders to turn her towards him.

"Now what about Greenie?"

That was the part that got Evie ready to combust with that strange mix of an emotion yet again; making her want to run away and hide on another building. "It's just-...he doesn't understand that he's got limits. He got caught, beaten, and dragged across the burrow and yet he insists on getting up tomorrow to help us. Henry isn't even thinking about himself!"

She ducked out of her brother's arms as she stretched her arms to the sky in anger. "He's always trying to help me and forgets that he's not immortal! I swear, it's as if he thinks he has a piece of Eden-!"

She paused mid speech at the sound of stifled laughter. Evie turned to see her brother trying to hold in his chuckled in his sleeves. She rolled her eyes before she asked "What is it now Jacob?"

He recomposed himself before answering. "I-If I didn't know better, I swear you were infatuated with him!"

"Infatuated! Jacob you child!" she scolded, smacking him in the back of the head. He continued to laugh as she chased him in circles, trying to cause a hard smack to her immature younger brother. "At least I'm not a lovesick maiden!"

He pushed an arm out to hold Evie back by her forehead. She tried disabling his outstretched limb with a pink tinted face to no avail. Jacob used his other arm to motion in dramatic fashion that stage performers did.

"Oh Henry! Where art though my dearest?" he teased with a high pitched impression of his shorter sibling. "I swear to father, if your cockyness doesn't kill you, I will!" she threatened.

The two finally broke away and started heading back to the train station in silence. After that show of brotherly teasing, Evie was ready to tuck in for the night and sleep the nightmare of a day away. Jacob wouldn't give her the chance though, and continued with his sibling jests. Only this time, he was much more somber.

"So do you love him?" he inquired without his smirk that was replaced with an honest grin. His sister just kicked a loose stone that was in her path.

"I don't know what I'm feeling. Part of me wants to focus on what's in front of me, while..."

"While what?"

Her hands rung in nervosity. She couldn't quite give form to her words at that moment, and she doubted she even wanted to. Even so, Evie knew the issue needed to be resolved now or not at all. It just wasn't her in her character to ignore what she was feeling.

"Another part of me can't stop worrying about him...about him getting hurt and I'm not there. I want him to be safe, I want him to live a good life, I want him..."

Jacob rested an arm around his confused twin. "You want him to what?"

She stared into the sky. Evie swore she could see one star shining through the city lights. It reminded her of the glimmer Henry got when he found a stellar book to dissect for hours or when he completed a mission without a hitch. It gave her the courage to continue and discover what she was feeling the whole time.

"I want him to spend more time with me. Even if I'm a reserved, locked up, basket case."

"I think you're using 'basket case' in the wrong context, dear Evie."

"And I think you need to stop wearing that stupid hat." she said, flicking the brim of his top hat with a grin. Jacob faked a scoff and clutched his heart in over reaction to her hurtful comment. "Oh how you wound me so! I swear you don't love me!"

"Shut up." Evie said, letting her smile grow into a giggle. "Thank you, Jacob. For everything."

"Don't mention it."

When they reached the train, one of the Rooks were waiting outside the train station. He stood a bit straighter when the twins approached him, ready to relay his information. "Fryes! The train is ready to leave as soon as we get on!"

"Thank you, scout!" Jacob called and relieved him to catch the train. The two siblings jogged the rest of the way to their train and climbed on to turn in for the night. Evie decided to make a detour first to 's car. She had an apology to give him.

Unfortunately, she found him passed out at his desk with an paper under his darkened face. It was almost cute how he looked so relaxed sleeping peacefully under the light of a burning out candle.

"You idiot..." Evie decided to carry him to his bed across the car by wrapping his arm around her neck and hauling him to the messy cot. She set him gently on the mattress and laid him down till he was positioned nicely. She covered him with a blanket just as the train lurched forward and began to move to their next destination.

As she went to blow out the candle on the desk, she saw a note that was addressed to her at the top of the page. Picking up the note, Evie found it was an apology letter.

Miss Frye,

I know you're upset about today, or by the time you get this, yesterday. I was careless and let myself get captured. I take full responsibility. What I'm really sorry for is making you worry about me to the point of anger.

If It's not too much to ask, would you like to take the day off tomorrow and just enjoy walking around Whitechapel? My treat.

Love,

Henry Green

Evie blushed at the line before Henry's neatly scribed name, but then she found a post note that made her giggle under her breath.

P.S. I meant yours truly! I'm sorry about the love thing, unless you-! Oh never mind!

Yours Truly,

Henry Green

"You idiot..." Evie mused. Her anger was replaced by the emotion again. This time, it was more of a mix of amusement and warmth. Maybe giving their relationship a try might help them both. Evie grabbed Henry's quill tipped pen and wrote under the post note a message of her own.

The Next Day

Henry awoke confused in his bed, wondering how on earth he had gotten there. Sitting up, he began his morning routine of picking up scattered books and loose papers he may have left out the night previous.

The note he had written sat alone on his oak wood desk. His mind cursed himself for even writing the note in the first place. As he went to grab it though, he spotted a small note written in careful handwriting that had been not of his own hand.

He read what it said and felt a deep chuckle escape him. "What a revelation this is." He set down the note and continued to clean up his room. After, he left to leap off the train and catch a carriage before Big Ben tolled ten o'clock.

,

Your letter was flattering and I accept your apology. I do believe though that you owe me one for giving me a scare. Meet me at your shop in Whitechapel by ten. I'll take you up on your offer.

With love,

Evie Frye

P.S. Jacob has no idea, so watch out!