I do not own any Assassin's Creed characters but I do own Moira Haywood!

A/N: Hey there guys! I just wanted to do a quick little oneshot with Jacob and Moira! This is based off some experience I had this last week dealing with a guy that was a little less gentlemanly towards me. I decided to write this to help me feel better from that experience. What better way than to involve the Assassin gentleman ^^

Moira had her knees pulled to her chest then let out a deep sigh. Tears welled up in her eyes to where she couldn't see the dark city she overlooked clearly anymore. She hated when her emotions would get to her but this time she couldn't help it. She had encountered a very lewd man who spoke to her like she was some kind of whore. She so badly wanted to shut him up but she couldn't kill any innocents or hurt him since she was in a public place. Now if it was any of her Assassin brethren, she would teach them a lesson but in this case, she was powerless. She told him many times to stop but he wouldn't stop. She eventually had to run and hide, which upset her greatly.

She set her head on her knees as she continued crying harder. She couldn't believe that someone had an effect on her like that that would hurt her so badly and felt so stupid right now for letting it even happen. Moira wiped her eyes and let out a shaky breath. She felt so alone right now and wish she had something to distract her from that horrible man.

"Alone up here again, Moira?" a familiar cocky voice said.

Moira looked up at the source of the sultry voice and blinked away her tears, "Jacob?"

Jacob's smiling face fell to concern, "What's wrong, Moira?"

Jacob sat next to her to see her wipe away her tears but more burst from her eyes. He wasn't used to seeing Moira cry but he definitely didn't like it at all. Moira wanted to speak up but all that escaped her lips were short sobs. Jacob frowned more while rubbing her back lightly, "Take a deep breath, love. Tell me what happened."

Moira nodded and took in a few deep breaths before composing herself, "I... I was walking down the street earlier... minding my own business when a man started speaking to me... very vulgar things, Jacob... He said he would pay me a good amount of money for a good time... I kept telling him to stop... but... but he kept going on... and on... before I finally ran off as he laughed at me the whole time..."

She placed her hands over her eyes before she cried more. After a bit, she looked at Jacob who had a very angry look on his face. She had a feeling he was upset that she was being weak right now. She was ready for him to say for her to not be so careless. She could take it.

"Where is this bloke?" Jacob asked straight forward.

"W-what?" Moira asked as she looked at him with her reddened blue eyes.

"Where is the bloke who spoke to you like that?" Jacob asked as his gaze hardened.

"Why?" Moira sniffled a little.

"I'm going to teach him some manners," Jacob said as he turned to brush away her tears with his right thumb, "You didn't deserve that, Moira. Show me where he is."

Moira sniffled and nodded while standing up. Jacob followed Moira down a few streets, both of them were silent. He was determined to knock some sense into this bloke until he was begging for mercy. Before he knew it, they were near a pub with loud music and loud drinkers. Moira used her eagle vision to look around then noticed the man in the pub and bit her lip.

"He's the second to last man on the right side," Moira replied while pointing to him as she tried not to cry.

The perfect place to make his move without being noticed as most of the patrons were drunk. Glancing back down at Moira, Jacob could see her getting upset which broke his heart. This guy had really rattled Moira with fear which has never happened to her. Jacob knew Moira to be strong and confident but at this moment, he saw her at her weakest. He didn't think poorly of her for being like this but it showed she was human and had emotions. She couldn't put on a brave face all the time. She was a woman who has been mistreated and Jacob wanted to be the one to defend her honor. He then gathered her into a hug while caressing her back to calm her down. He could feel her relax against him a little then looked back down at her.

"Go wait in the alleyway, love," Jacob replied stroking some of her hair away from her face, "I'll take care of this, all right?"

Moira nodded and did what Jacob told her to do. Once she entered the alley, Jacob strolled into the pub only to push past a few drunkards singing the wrong notes approached the man that Moira had pointed out. He was a scrawny man with barely any meat on his bones which would make the job a lot easier for the Assassin. Jacob brought his hand down hard on the man's shoulder, making the scumbag jump with fright and spill his drink onto himself.

"What the hell, mate!?" the man shouted as he glared at Jacob.

"Let's take a walk," Jacob replied in a dark tone.

"Piss off," the man grumbled as he was about to order another drink.

"I said," Jacob growled while extending his hidden blade in front of the man's nose, "We're going for a walk."

The man swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, not wanting to take any chances. Jacob grabbed him by the scruff of his coat, beginning to lead him outside towards the alleyway. Jacob could see Moira sitting on some crates with concern and worry in her eyes as she kneaded the material of her Assassin coat. She looked up once she noticed Jacob was back with the man who treated her so poorly. Jacob threw the man to the ground in front of Moira.

"Now, I believe you owe the young lady an apology," Jacob replied eyeing the man.

The obscene man then looked up at Moira and smirked. He wasn't expecting to see her again but decided to have more fun. He figured he could take on the brute protecting her and then have his way with her. He chuckled in a sick tone, "All right, I apologize... for not taking advantage of you sooner, little bird."

Moira gasped at what he said and could feel tears form in her eyes once again. Jacob was now infuriated then pulled out his brass knuckles from his coat that had the Assassin insignia inlaid in the weapon. There was no way in hell that this man was going to leave this alleyway unscatched.

"All right, we're doing this the hard way," Jacob replied as he slipped on his brass knuckles. He grabbed the man by the collar and punched him hard across the face, "Care to repeat that?"

The man still had the sick smirk on his face and laughed, "I should have taken advantage of her sooner and make her beg for it."

Jacob then punched him harder a once more. He wasn't going to show this sicko any mercy for all that he is saying to someone special to him. The man would not give up and neither would Jacob until the scumbag apologized. After a few more punches, the man was now bruised and bleeding but Jacob wasn't about to quit now. If he had to do this all night, he would do it.

"You want me to keep going?!" Jacob asked as he glared at the man with fiery hazel eyes.

"All right! All right!" the man shouted, now shaken with fear, "I'm sorry!"

Jacob threw the man back on the ground in front of Moira and shoved him towards her with his foot, "Say it to her! Not to me!"

The man looked up at Moira and spat out some blood, "I'm sorry, miss. For what I have said to you! I'm so sorry!"

"Good," Jacob growled then grabbed the man again and looked him in the eyes, "If I find out about you saying anything crass to this lady or any other woman, I will be back."

Jacob punched him one last time, knocking him out in the process. Jacob cleaned off his now bloodied brass knuckles on a cloth before placing it back in his coat. He looked back at Moira to see her crying still. He frowned and walked over to her, "What is it, love?"

He felt Moira throw herself against him and held him tightly, "Thank you, Jacob... Thank you so much..."

Jacob smiled softly before holding her close to him as she cried on his chest, "I did what I had to do to make you feel better and respected."

Moira smiled as she held him tighter, "You're a true gentleman, Jacob Frye."

"I try, love," Jacob chuckled as he squeezed her lightly then looked down at her, "We should get you home. It's getting late and I'm sure your father is worried."

Moira nodded in agreement then felt Jacob slip his arm through hers as he started to escort her home. While slowly walking through the streets of Crawley, Jacob entertained her with stories so he could make her smile and thankfully, she was laughing heartily. He wanted her to be happy because he would be happy as well. He cared for this woman so much and wanted her to know how he felt but for the time being, he was content to be with her like this. Once they arrived at her front door, Moira looked up at Jacob with a smile.

"Thank you again, Jacob," Moira said as she looked into his dark eyes, "I really appreciate what you did for me."

"I am glad I could help, Moira," Jacob said taking her hand into his while placing a kiss on her knuckles, "A lady shouldn't be spoken to like that in that manner."

Moira's heart melt from his kind words and wanted to show her appreciation. She placed her hand on his right cheek before leaning up to place a tender kiss on his left cheek, feeling his muttonchops tickle her lips. Jacob's stomach bubbled with happiness from her soft lips against his skin. Moira pulled away to see the smile on his face, making her smile back as a light blush dusted her cheeks.

"Goodnight, Jacob Frye," Moira replied softly.

"Goodnight, Moira Haywood," Jacob whispered, "Sleep well and sweet dreams."

Her hand left his cheek as she entered her home. Jacob took in a deep breath as he felt his heart race from his encounter with Moira. He turned to leave to make his way towards his home where he was sure his own father would probably scold him for being out so late. He looked back to see the faint candle light in Moira's room. Grinning gently, he felt his heart leap again as he thought about her innocent kiss. If he could do anything for the woman he loved, then he could keep going.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review for I will grant you cookies!