I always saw Evie as a curious character who might let her mind tend to wander and make up crazy ideas. It sucks and is a bit weird, but I also wanted to examine Evie's quirkier side.

So I give you "When Jacob and Henry Aren't Home". A satirical character study of Evie Frye.

Evie sat staring at the chessboard in front of her. All the pieces were lined up perfectly and each of them were stationed to be as uniform as her majesty's royal guard. The rain on the outside of the train's shell rang loudly in the female assassin's ears. It was the best time to play a game on such a dreary day.

There was only one problem.

Henry was gone on some secret 'mission' of sorts. Jacob didn't have the patience for chess and left the train to go exploring in the down pour. Evie was left alone with her thoughts while having an intense staring contest with the checkered panels in front of her.

So here she was, stuck in her mind while her partners got to go gallivant around London town.

"Bloody hell, forget this!" she exclaimed, pushing herself away from the table and walking back to her own car. If she couldn't find fun in this compartment, she look else where for something to do. She wasn't about to lounge around and just be a lame duck when there was work to be done.

When she was making the trip across the car connector, she thought of all the great ideas she could finally try to make real. One was to try an acid tipped hook shot. Why she would need one was beyond her, but she wanted one.

And perhaps she could drop by parliament. She could see how they worked and slip someone an idea to give women the right to vote. It wouldn't be hard to intimidate them with her assassin training and natural talents. Maybe she could convince the queen to come to tea and discuss the political situation? Yes! Evie could tell the queen everything that's wrong! She could save London and find the piece of Eden without any interruption of the Blighters!

But as Ms. Frye had crossed over to the car she and Jacob shared, she lost all confidence in doing anything. It fact, the only thing she could think of was why she and Jacob still had bunk beds at twenty years old. That was what made her forget that she could be overthrowing the throne and remaking London into the industrial capital of the world.

She instead decided to tap her foot and chin, wondering for an alternate solution to her boredom.

In the end, she decided to snoop through her brother's personal items. If she couldn't find anything to entertain her, she might as well see if Jacob was trying to hide a dead body or god only knows what else. He was Jacob Frye after all. He could be hiding a national landmark and be thinking "No one was using, so why not?".

What she found was his old assassin's clothes, complete with his faded ballpoint hat. While he opted to wear his now infamous top hat, he still kept his previous head covering for sentimental reasons.

That's what gave Evie an idea.

She discarded her own assassin's wear down to her undershirt and pants. Evie threw own Jacob's old garbs and hat quickly incase the boys came back early than they had announced. The fruit of her labors was a baggy, gender switch, and honestly surprised Jacob Frye.

That's when she got an even better idea.

She dug around the train and found Jacob's old gauntlet, attaching it quickly. She went to the front and found some coal to give her face a fake five o'clock shadow. Removing her hat, she unbraided her hair and twisted it up into a bun, stuffing the rest into a hat. Evie got a cane sword better suited for her twin and went to the roof of the train.

The rain pelted down of the crossdressing assassin as she found her balance on the slick surface of the metal car Before she jumped, she cleared her throat and whispered to herself in a low impersonation of Jacob "Time to pay Clara a visit!"

Meanwhile, In White Chapel

"You know Greenie, I think it was a brilliant idea to spend an afternoon on a mission together." Jacob said, swing his cane like a true gang boss would. Henry was at his side, taking in the lovely sight of the park they were strolling through.

The two had decided to have a "man's day out" in which Evie wasn't present to correct Jacob whenever he breathed. Sure, it was raining and gloomy and wet, the two had enjoyed a hearty lunch and ale to chase. They had been approached by many fine young women and men alike in brawls according to their gender. Both genders had been declined for it was bonding time for the assassins of London town, minus Evie.

"Indeed. I just wish it would stop raining already. Maybe we could've done a job for ."

"Alex will be fine. Besides, that's more Evie's area of expertise."

"Right, and not to mention your better suited for jobs that include starting gang wars, toppling London's economy, and setting an entire stage on fire."

"In my defense, the man was off his rocker and he started it."

"And you did nothing to quell the flames. What a shame."

Jacob flicked the rim of his top hat, water sprinkling in many different directions. "Small details, Greenie, small details."

The men continued their walk in the downpour, staying under trees as much as possible to be shielded from the brunt of the rain. It wouldn't matter later, because they had a new fireplace added to the train courtesy of Alexander Bell. How he got it on there, no one would ever know.

When Jacob and Henry had excited the park, two Rooks sprinted up to them. Both were panting and their faces smeared with soot.

Jacob was the first to speak.

"What in the name of my father is going on?"

The shortest Rook looked up and saluted out of respect. "I-it's , Sir Frye! She's been taken by a man who has a gauntlet similar to your's! And if you ask me, they look a lot like you."

Henry stepped forward, placing a hand on both of their shoulders. "Thank you for informing us. Can you tell us where they were heading?"

The taller of the two stood straighter and pointed to the west of White Chapel. "He took off that way, towards the train station!"

At The Train Station

"It's always a pleasure doing business with you, ." Clara said, her hands linked behind her back as she walked beside Evie in disguise. The fake Jacob winked and replied "You did say for your birthday you wanted to see the countryside. And you promise that you'll get those flowers I asked for?"

"You can count of the children of London, sir!" She said, reaching to hold Evie's gloved hand. The woman gave it a squeeze and they caught their train to go see the lovely countryside of London.

"I wonder if Jacob will notice that I had to borrow some clothing in order to actually make this trip possible?"

She just shrugged it off and continued to move right along with her plan.

Later That Night

"This is really bad, Greenie. Now I can't find Evie either!" Jacob fretted while he paced the floor of the library compartment. Henry sat in a chair, his head hung in deep thought over his research companion's whereabouts. By now, he was growing tired of her twin's worried rambling.

"Jacob."

"I mean, I know she can handle herself, but what if that street illusionist made her pick pocket then throw herself into the Thames?"

"Jacob."

"I knew I should've taken her with us today. Maybe this wouldn't have happened."

"Jacob."

"What kind of younger brother am I? I can't even look after my big sister-!"

"Jacob!" Henry snapped. He had it with all the "what if's" and "woe is me". "We need to think rationally. What would happen if Evie saw you like this?"

Jacob hung his head and plopped down onto the nearest sofa. "She'd throw me off the train..."

"Good," Henry patted Jacob on the shoulder before going on. "All we need to do is be patient and wait. More than likely, she went after Clara and is still looking for her without knowledge that the girl had gone with the man on business concerning with the children. She'll be back by tomorrow."

"...you're right, Henry. I'll try to stay calm."

"Excellant. Now let's get some rest. We've been hopping around London far too many times for one day."

The Next Day

Evie jumped deftly onto the train's roof, landing with the grace of a mockingbird. Her fake coal had all but washed off, leaving a clear pink complexion. She clambered down into the nearest car. It belonged to no one, being the library and research hub for all Rook activities. All the books looked freshly organized and neat. It was good to know that someone valued order in a street gang.

traveled through the car's, careful not to wake anyone up. If a door was locked, she climbed onto the top of the train and bypassed it. She didn't feel like dealing with an angry person so early in the morning.

She had just gotten back from her day trip with little Clara. They had gone to a small village just outside of the main city yesterday, and in exchange Clara would keep an eye open for new flowers to add to Evie's growing collection. It was nice to get some fresh air away from the bustling city life full of smokestacks and smog.

When she entered her car, Jacob was fast asleep on the bottom bunk. He was snoring quite loudly and had an arm slung over a stray pillow. It was funny to see her brother so tranquil and relaxed. Better than seeing him smug to the teeth and teasing her all the bloody time. Even so, she still loved him with her whole heart, despite their fights and bickering.

Alas, it was time to go back to her usual attire and be Evie Fyre again. Too bad women weren't allowed to buy train tickets without their man doing it for them. Maybe a trip to parliament was in order for next time, perhaps?

Just as she was about to strip herself from the heavy coat, she heard the door to the cabin click open. Evie froze and was poised to spring at the person who had walked in.

She stopped herself when she saw Henry come in to wake up Jacob.

Both were at a standstill, no one daring to move out of shock. suprised that Evie was wearing Jacob's clothes and Evie that Henry almost saw her "comprimised".

It was a long while until anyone spoke, and Evie was the first to speak.

"Don't tell Jacob."