Hello, people! This story has been coming and going into my head for quite some time now and I decided to give it a try. The story will follow the events of the movie but they are not going to be the focus of the story. It will be a Frederick/OC pairing but not from the start. At least not from Abberline's side.

So, without further chatter, on with the story. Oh and please if you read, review and tell me your thoughts. No flames please. If you don't like it simply read no more. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own From Hell or any of its characters. I only own my OC.

Heartache

Chapter 1

1888, London

A young woman was sitting in front of the fire of her new home, watching as the rain fell rapidly on the muddy streets of London. She closed her book and approached the window to glance outside. Not a soul was out there except from a few carriages. She rubbed her arms and sighed as she watched the dark, cloudy sky. A loud and powerful knock on the door caused her to jump. She turned around and cautiously walked over to the door but she hesitated to open it. When the knock returned she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Who is there?" she asked as steadily as she could.

"It's me, Elizabeth! Open up. I can't find my bleeding keys." Godley spoke and Elizabeth frowned before she reached for the keys upon the table.

"Why is that, uncle?" she called as she fought with the lock.

"My hands…are occupied." He called with a sigh. Elizabeth managed to unlock the door and as quickly as she could she opened the door. She blinked when she saw her soaked uncle supporting the weight of another man in his arms.

"What happened? You're dripping wet." She said as she moved to the side to let them pass.

"Yes, well we had a small problem with transportation, dear. Just help me." He said and Elizabeth tore her eyes away from the seemingly asleep man in her uncle's hands. She helped Godley maneuver him onto the couch before she looked at her uncle.

"If I may ask, who is he?" she asked and Godley laughed.

"He's my boss…and well, sadly my friend." The older man answered.

"I heard that…" the man on the couch mumbled without opening his eyes and Elizabeth was warmed by the sound of his voice.

"I have to head back to the office. Just keep an eye on him until I'm back." Godley said before he walked away.

"But-…" Elizabeth tried to protest but he was already gone. She looked at the man who looked like he had fallen asleep again before she decided to bring him a blanket. She headed for her bedroom and took one of the blankets before she returned to the parlor. She draped the blanket over him and that was when he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze wandered around the room before it finally settled on her face.

"I'll get it wet, miss…" he trailed off and she stared stupidly until he reopened his eyes and looked at her expectantly with a half clear, half fogged gaze.

"Elizabeth but everybody just calls me Lizzie. Well, except my uncle." She said quickly and he half smirked at her answer.

"I see…I wonder why." He mumbled as he closed his eyes again. Elizabeth frowned before she hesitantly sat down in one of the chairs close to the fire. Silence took over the room but gradually the man on the couch fully opened his eyes and his gaze slowly turned sober but tired still.

"The name's Abberline, Frederick Abberline. I'm an inspector." He spoke after clearing his throat a couple of times. Elizabeth looked up startled and nodded.

"Nice to meet you, sir." She said and he nodded before he looked away, clearly nervous with his current situation.

"I…" she started and he turned to look at her.

"I have heard a lot about you from my uncle." She stated.

"Oh? Good things I hope?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as a massive headache started developing in his head.

"Of course."

"Hmm…So you're the famous niece he's been muttering about all along these days." He said and she actually blushed a bit.

"That's me. I know I'm usually a pain in his back." She said with a nervous laugh.

"If you are, you took it from him." Frederick said with a twitch of his mouth as they locked eyes. The door opening caused Elizabeth to look away.

"You're awake at last? Good. I have a carriage waiting. Let's go." Godley said and Abberline slowly stood up on his feet, his legs shaking a bit. He placed the blanket on the couch neatly and nodded at Elizabeth.

"Thank you, miss." He said quietly before he was pulled out of the door by the sergeant. Elizabeth was left staring at the closed door with confusion.

Abberline ran a hand through his wet hair as he got seated inside the carriage.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" he asked his friend who got in next to him.

"Why did I do what?"

"Why did you bring me to your house? The poor girl got a fright by my state." He hissed as he rubbed his face.

"Elizabeth? Nah, she's probably more curious about you than frightened." Godley laughed.

"Oh, so my humiliation is funny now, sergeant?" Abberline hissed.

"No, sir. But you've brought this to your self. I hate it when I have to drug you dazed from that place. I'm risking my but covering you." Godley hissed back and Abberline sighed.

"I know…So, where are we going?" he asked and Godley looked at his watch.

"Your house."

"Everything alright at the office?" the inspector asked.

"As alright as it can be." Godley muttered before both of them got silent.

The next morning Elizabeth served the breakfast before she sat down next to her uncle.

"Slept well, Elizabeth?" Godley asked as he took a sip from his tea.

"Yes…Uncle, can I ask you something?" she asked and Godley looked at her.

"Of course, dear."

"Um, the gentleman you brought here last night-…"

"The Inspector?"

"Yes."

"What about him?" he asked as he looked at his morning paper.

"What was wrong with him?" she asked quietly and Godley sighed.

"You noticed it, didn't you? Of course you did. You're as sharp as your mother. Even if you want others to think otherwise." He said and she smiled sheepishly.

"Alright, if I tell you, you have to promise that you won't tell. Not even to him. Understand?" he said pointing a finger at her.

"Of course." She replied.

"The inspector... is a drug addict. He has been for three years." Godley said quietly and Elizabeth gaped at him.

"Excuse me?" she whispered.

"I only told you this because you might see him again. That bugger is my best friend." He muttered and Elizabeth blinked.

"But…but is that allowed? He's a police officer."

"That's why you have to keep your mouth shut. He's a good man, Elizabeth. His flaw doesn't make him a bad man." Godley said softly and Elizabeth nodded.

"Of course. I won't tell a soul." She said and her uncle nodded before he returned to his paper.

Elizabeth looked at her cup and blinked, wondering how could a man who was addicted to dangerous substances could have so sincere and expressive eyes. Little did she know that those eyes would haunt her dreams from now on.

End of chapter 1

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Please leave me a review and tell me your thoughts. I'll post more as soon as I have some feedback. :)