It wasn't everyday Jacob got to spend his time in the pub, but this was a one off.

"Another round of drinks," he smirked.

"I'll not say no to that," one of the Rooks cheered.

"Well you're all progressing. A little celebration is in order," he announced.

"Cheers, boss!"

"Don't think your sister will be too pleased, though."

He just shrugged. "Evie's probably out trying to teach Greenie how to be less of a coward."

"Can't teach an old dog new tricks."

The Rooks laughed as they downed another pint. After sometime had passed Jacob stood or at least tried to stand, if not for the fact he was totally pissed out of his head.

"Gotta get back to Miss Bossy Boots."

"Yeah. You do that."

"You remember where she is?"

"No idea," Jacob shrugged.

"Need any help?"

"No. I think I know the way," he swayed, just managing to make his way out the door.

xXx

Come morning he found himself in a haystack.

"Good going, Jacob." He scolded himself as he dragged himself out to then collapse onto the floor.

It was only then that he realised something was defiantly not right. He pulled himself up with his good arm before instinctively cradling his bad arm.

"What the hell happened last night?" he asked himself, willing himself to think as he walked out onto the streets.

It didn't escape peoples notice as blood dripped from his arm to the pavement below. People glanced his way before quickly averting their gaze elsewhere. It wasn't their problem and they sure as hell didn't want to get involved. The thugs on the streets were bad enough as it was. Knowing he too didn't want to get into any trouble with the state he was in, he quickly darted into a stationed carriage.

"Where to mate?" the driver asked.

"Whitechapel train station," he informed the man through gritted teeth.

He looked down at the mess of his torn sleeve seeing nothing but blood pooling out.

"Evie's going to be please," he sighed.

"You in trouble with the Missus?" the driver asked, overhearing him.

"My sister," he corrected.

"Oh," the man now thought. "That's not as bad then, is it?"

"You clearly don't know my sister," Jacob mused.

The man chuckled before continuing. "I'm from a family of four brothers. No nothing about sisters."

Jacob felt a little pity for the man, even though Evie could be over the top most of the time she was still caring and thoughtful, but you had to look deeper to see it.

"I don't know what I'd do without her," Jacob frowned at the thought.

"You seem to have a good caring sister, even if she is going to be mad at you."

Jacob smiled, he could picture the look upon her face already as well as the lecture he'd receive along with it.

"We're here," the driver now announced as the carriage slowed to a stop.

Jacob clambered out, rummaged in his pockets until grabbing a hand full of coins to give the man. "Sorry about the blood," he smiled sheepishly.

"You alright?" the man asked worriedly.

Jacob nodded. "Yeah. Nothing my sister can't fix."

The man watched him stumble inside the station before heading on his way. Jacob gave a smug smile at those who looked at him, whispers breaking out as he sat himself down.

"Think he's in some kind of trouble?"

"Best to stay out of it."

"Come away, children."

"Why's that man bleeding, mummy?"

"Shush, come along."

Jacob sighed as he laid back, if the train didn't arrive soon he'd more than likely pass out.

"Come on," he muttered.

A couple of officers now made an appearance, one woman pulled them over pointing at the wounded Assassin as she spoke. Jacob stood to head over to a crowd. Then as luck would have it, the train arrived. Jacob felt relief wash over him as he climbed aboard.

"Evie, you're not going to believe it." He announced as he sat himself down.

His twin headed out to join him, only to spot drops of blood upon the floor. "Jacob, what's with the...?" she stopped in her tracks, her eyes drifting up her brothers legs to be met with more blood.

He was sat back against the sofa chest rising and falling more than usual, his injured arm to his chest. "I may have had a little accident and don't remember anything from it."

Evie scowled at him. "Jacob, you bloody fool!"

"Just the right word for the occasion," he teased.

She was in no laughing mood as she grabbed his uninjured arm to take off his gauntlet. She then pulled him forwards a little too roughly.

"Ow!" he scowled. "Go easy!"

"I wouldn't have to if you hadn't got like this!" she snapped.

There is was, he could hear the emotion clear as day in her voice. This must be bad.

"It's not that bad, right?" he asked as he clenched his jaw while she slipped his coat off. "You can fix this up?"

"Jacob," she frowned. "Your arms a mess."

"That's not good," he sighed.

"Miss Frye, whoa!"

Evie turned to Nigel to now find him gawping at Jacob's arm.

"Nigel, make yourself useful and get me some water and towels."

"Y-Yes, Miss Frye." He nodded before quickly rushing off to bring back what she needed.

He watched as she cleaned up the wound, Jacob had not long since passed out from the pain and blood loss. Evie was then quick to stitch him up and bandage his arm.

"Help me carry him to my bed," she ordered the young lad.

Nigel took Jacob's other arm and wrapped it around his shoulders to make it easier to carry the younger twin. Once put to bed, Evie cleaned herself of her twins blood then settled in the armchair to keep watch over her brother.

"Your recklessness will get you killed, dear brother." She scolded him as he slept.

xXx

Jacob was a muttering sweaty mess by morning. Evie made sure to keep a cool cloth on his forehead to help with his temperature.

"Evie," he stirred.

"I'm here, Jacob." She answered softly.

"You won't leave me?"

"Never," she promised. "Now rest."

He gave a cheeky smile before closing his eyes once again. It wasn't long before his calm features turned to pain. Evie took his hand, she felt so useless.

"Come on, Jacob." She whispered while wiping away a tear.

She sat back down knowing Jacob was once again sleeping soundly or as soundly as he could what with his fever. She then decided to read for a little while, she stood to go grab a book and was quite surprised to see her twin once again as she sat down. Hairs that were defiantly not supposed to be there were now all over his face and neck. She reached for the blanket, throwing it off him. His chest was also sprouting hairs.

"This is not natural," she thought with furrowed brows. "I should get a doctor."

She grabbed her coat and quickly bolted off the train, ignoring Nigel as he asked about her brother. Quickly pushing a man from his carriage she took the reins, he yelled at her as she sped off with his horses. She wondered if getting a doctor would be a good choice before thinking off Miss Nightingale.

"She would be the better choice," she now thought as she headed for the Asylum.

She pulled up the horses just outside and wrapped her knuckles on the door.

"Miss Nightingale!" she called.

The door opened, but it wasn't who she was after.

"Miss Nightingale, I need her."

"Miss Night..."

"It's alright," said woman smiled as she walked over. "Miss Frye?"

"My brother, he's..."

"Calm yourself and take me to him," Miss Nightingale soothed.

Evie climbed back into the driver's seat, Miss Nightingale climbing up to sit beside her.

"Move!" she yelled at the people in her way.

Miss Nightingale could do nothing but hang on for dear life. Once they arrived at the station, Evie dropped down and awaited the nurse to follow. They then headed for the train.

"I just don't understand..." Evie thought as Miss Nightingale passed her to look at the patient.

"Hm," the woman pondered as she looked Jacob over. "These are not human hairs."

"What do you mean?" Evie asked with a puzzled look.

"They're much too fine," Miss Nightingale went on. "They're actually more like..."

"Like what?" Evie questioned sharply.

"Like animal hairs," she finished.

"Animal hairs," Evie laughed. "Are you saying my brothers a..."

She stopped at the groan her brother made.

"Evie," he mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Jacob," she soothed, taking his hand again. "What's wrong with him?"

Miss Nightingale looked him over, but nothing could ever prepare her for what was to follow.

"Do something!" Evie snapped as Jacob let out a cry of pain.

"I-I..." Miss Nightingale stammered as Jacob started to take on another form in front of them.

His fingers curled to form what Evie could only think were toes of a dog. His arms cracked and shortened, face changing dramatically as his nose and jaw stretched to form a muzzle, his legs cracked and shortened forming hind legs instead.

"Jacob!" Evie called unable to do anything.

"This is quite strange indeed," Miss Nightingale thought quite horrified.

Soon there was nothing left of her brother, only a small black dog.

"Jacob," she whispered dropping to her knees.

The small bundle upon her bed looked up to her and she could see his eyes immediately, they were Jacob's. And the scars, the scars on his face were still there.

"Oh, Jacob!" she now cried. "I'll change you back. I'll find a way to put you back."

She felt him nuzzle his small head against hers.

'Evie,' he tried to speak, but unfortunately it was just a small bark to her. 'Wonderful! Just fucking wonderful! How am I supposed to talk to her now?'

Evie cried softly into her blanket, Miss Nightingale could only sit and look at her. She had no idea what had happened.