Hi guys :) I was looking around in my fanfic map and I fould this old piece I wrote back when Assassins Creed Syndicate came out. I read it through, cleaned it up, changed some things here and there and decided to post it. I have already completed the story but if I was to post it as a oneshot it would be over 15k words... So I chopped it into chapters.

Hope you enjoy!

Jacob stared at the map before him, both hands placed on either side of it on the table. He was desperately searching for something to do. Staying in this hell on wheels of a train wasn't doing any good for his mentality.

Especially after Evie and Henry had decided to kick their courtship to the next level. More often than he wanted, Jacob could hear girly giggles, something his sister rarely did, and sounds of...

He shook his head, pushing back the urge to vomit.

Oh, they were quiet. Or tried to be. Sometimes they slipped up. Much to Jacobs dismay.

And it's not like he had a whole lot of other things to attend. Starrick was dead and as was his lackies, leaving the city free of his and the Templars hold. For now.

His gang, The Blighters were still scattered but they were few. Something the Rooks took care of should they stumble upon them.

And the Shroud was safe.

So, no, Jacob Frye didn't have much else to do. Perhaps he should head out and find some sleazy pub.

The boat slowly eased into the harbour, the bell rang, signalling that she had reached her destination. She couldn't wait to get off this damned boat and get some hard, steady ground under her feet.

It was early evening and the people by the harbour were scarce. A few drunk men brawling was what her eyes landed on with her first step off the boat. She shook her head and pulled her hood over her head.

Better to be on the safe side.

Immediately heading for a nearby storehouse, she ran up the side, swiftly reaching the roof of the tall building.

The view from there was limited but she quickly got a layout of the near vicinity. The air up here wasn't as tainted as it was on the ground. She breathed in deep, savouring the peace and quiet.

Jacob stumbled out of the pub, laughing loudly. He was followed by a small group of Rooks, all of them piss drunk.

He had no idea how drunk he was and had lost track of time. Was it past midnight? Or just before? He didn't know and right now, he didn't care.

"Where to next, Mr. Frye?" one of the Rook asked, a rough looking man.

Jacob snorted and grinned "Where ever the night takes us, lad."

They walked down the small street, singing loudly. One of them had to find a place to vomit.

Suddenly Jacob heard some commotion, further down the street. Being the first one to notice, he slowed down and shushed his company. They looked at him in question but tried to do as he said.

Jacob stopped by a corner and slowly leaned to the side, trying to spot the commotion. He hoped it wasn't the police. God knows both he and the others were too drunk to deal with pissed off policemen at the moment.

Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he shrugged it off as being his drunk mind playing tricks on him.

Then they walked down further the dimly lit street, resuming their drunk behaviour. Except for Jacob. Something wasn't as it was supposed to be.

And it wasn't, for as soon as they passed by a dark alley, a body was pushed out of the darkness, tumbling into their small group. The Rooks were quickly pulling out their knifes while Jacob knelt down, studying the body. His eyes quickly spotted the knife in the man's back.

Was Evie out?

So not everything went according to plan. She shouldn't have wandered the streets so late in the evening. It was like she almost begged for trouble.

And she'd gotten into trouble.

A group of nasty looking men had interrupted her walk down the street. It had quickly turned ugly, so she'd had to lure them away from the main road into a small alley. Better take them out in the darkness of the alley than in the middle of the street, possibly attracting further trouble.

She wasn't nervous or scared, merely amused. It wasn't the first time she'd taken on six grown men. So she picked her first target and lunged.

Pulling out her kukri, she struck his chest while pulling out her hidden blade, embedding it in his chest. Yanking out both her weapons, she gave him a kick in the stomach, sending him flying backwards.

Damn piss ant wasn't dead yet. He got up on his feet, stumbling away from her.

"Fine." she mumbled as she pulled out a knife and threw it in his back.

Of course, he had to stumble into the open street, into a second group of people.

But first she had to dispose of the others quickly.

Jacob and his Rooks ran into the alley, weapons drawn and ready. Just as they neared the fight a smoke bomb was thrown and they were engulfed by the blinding smoke. Thankful for his brilliant senses, he could find his way to the nearest target. Pulling out his kukri he quickly killed the man with it, striking him in the heart.

Spotting a shadow in the smoke, he struck at the person, only to be taken by surprise as the person blocked his attack with ease. He was shoved backwards and soon his back hit the wall.

The Rooks were stumbling in the smoke, drunk and disoriented.

Jacob shook his slightly fuzzy mind and looked down at the figure who had blocked his attack. It was a female with her hood pulled over her head, so he could only think of one person.

"Evie?" he asked.

"Evie?"

She recognized the name. Perhaps this man wasn't the bad guy, so she backed off him, turned around and bolted out of the alley.

Speeding down the street, she thought she was alone but the man had apparently ran after her, calling out the same name.

"Evie! Wait!"

She had to get out his view. Turning sharply around a corner, she grabbed onto lamp dangling above a door, yanking herself up the wall.

"Damn it, Evie!" Jacob grunted as she turned a sharp corner and swiftly crawled up the house. Still with a slight amount of alcohol in his blood, he decided that he should use his rope-launcher. He aimed for chimney at the roof and hit it, feeling the familiar thud in his arm.

But she was quick. By the time he'd reached the roof, she was at least ten feet from him.

"Sodding woman."

He was a persistent one. What the heck did he want?

She had to stop abruptly as the roof suddenly ended and the next one was a significant distance away from her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him running at her with full speed.

What was worse? The fall from up here wasn't enough to kill her.

Ending up in his hands? She didn't even know who the heck he was!

So she leapt.

Her hands grabbed the ledge and she smiled slightly. About to pull herself up, she was suddenly crushed against the wall. The air left her lungs and she gasped. Then she felt a heavy weight pulling her down.

She glanced down.

"Are you kidding me?!"

He hadn't been thinking. He rarely did, as his dear sister would put it. So when she had leapt from the roof, so did he.

He didn't exactly expect to crash into her, quickly grasping at her clothing to not fall. His arms clung to her, around her midsection.

"Are you kidding me?!" she yelled.

Okay, so it wasn't Evie.

"Who the hell are you?!" he yelled back.

"Who the hell are you?!" she answered back. He reached up, trying to grasp onto her shoulder so he could pull himself up but he, by mistake, got a hold of her hood and pulled it down.

Suddenly long light brown hair tickled his nose and she exclaimed something he didn't understand.

"What did you say?!" he yelled, blowing the hair out of his face.

"Let go, you fool!"

"Not until you tell me who you are!"

"Kiss my-!"

She lost her grip and they both fell to the ground.

The ground wasn't as hard as she'd expected. She shook her head, trying to gain focus. A pitiful groan startled her and there was movement beneath her.

"Oh." so that's why the fall hadn't hurt so much. She'd landed on the idiot.

"Oh, my bare arse. God, my back." he whimpered. He tried to roll onto his stomach but there was something slightly heavy that prevented him from doing so. Jacob opened his eyes to stare at the woman.

She was staring down at him.

Her petite hands clenched his shirt and her cheeks suddenly got a reddish tint. Jacob fought back the urge to laugh. She was about to get up but his hands stopped her. He suddenly rolled them over and ended right up between her legs.

"Who are you?" his beer-scented whisked past her nose and she wrinkled her nose.

"Let me go." she said harshly. This position was too intimate. Too close.

Jacob grinned down at the woman, enjoying her clear discomfort. He found it rather comforting, been a long time since he'd had any female contact. So why not enjoy it while it lasted? "Tell me and I will let you go." his voice had a sickenly sweet hint.

She bit her lip, biting down the urge to curse him to hell and back. She breathed in slowly, noticing how his chest weighed down on hers.

"Molly."

"Molly who?"

She glared at him "Just Molly...". So she wouldn't give him her last name. Fine.

Jacob smiled down at her "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Now give me your name." she said.

"Jacob."

"Jacob who?"

"Frye." He had no reason to hide who he was, after all.

Molly had never met the twins but she'd heard a great amount about them. Evie was a master at stealth, planning and she was a brilliant leader. Jacob, on the other hand, she'd heard was a brash idiot, who didn't think about the consequences and just went about his business as he pleased. But a great assassin, nonetheless.

"Pleasure to meet you, Molly." he stopped her train of thought.

"A little too late for politeness, don't you think?" she asked.

Jacob shrugged and removed himself from her. He held a hand out to her and she stared at it for while before deciding to take it. He yanked her up on her feet and they dusted themselves off the dirt.

"So, what brings you to London?" he asked. Molly glanced at him briefly, raising a single brow.

"None of your business." she said coldly.

"That's harsh. I just helped you-"

"It was your fault to begin with, idiot."

"You were the one who decided to run away."

"You could've just let me handle those thugs alone."

"Let a damsel in distress fend for herself? Never." he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Molly sighed.

"I can handle myself, thank you very much."

"I noticed."

Jacob was slowly sobering up and was hit by a wave of sleepiness. Deciding it was time to head back to the train, he grabbed Molly's wrist and pulled her along.

"Hey! Where are we going? Let me go." she protested. He turned around and she nearly stumbled into him. Their faces were mere centimetres apart.

"You need a place to sleep, I reckon. Well, you're lucky that you bumped into me." he said.

"More like you bumped into me..." she trailed off and Jacob laughed.