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Chapter 4

Tori escorted Dee bellow deck. A few stair cases, beat up doors and a secret passageway later, they arrived in a small room, with a few cots and weapons mounted on the wall.

"Where are we?" Dee asked as Harkness locked the door. She sat down on one of the crates and took off her top hat.

"Secret room in the kitchen, last place enemies would look," she answered, glancing up at him with piercing blue eyes. "We usually keep visitors and prisoners from different ships in here when there's an attack." There was a loud crash outside the door, followed by a string of curses. Harkness stood up and knocked on the wood five times. The response was four quick taps. She unlocked the door to reveal a brunette woman dragging another unconscious and bloody girl behind her. "What the hell happened to her?" Harkness asked, gesturing to the injured girl as the other woman put her on a cot.

"She tried to take on Carridieo alone, foolish girl," the brunette answered, clearly aggravated. "She's only a human, but I thought she was smart enough not to take on the general of the bloody Spanish Armada."

"Well, since you're here to watch over... whoever this bloke is, I'm gonna go man the cannons." Harkness grabbed her top hat and bolted out the door, the other woman locking it swiftly behind her. The brunette turned to Dee.

"Hello," she said softly with a rather forced smile. "I presume you're our visitor?"

"Yes, I am Doctor John Dee, who are you?"

"I'm Elizabeth Harkness, my sister Tori was just in here a few seconds ago," she explained. "You can call me Liz." Liz sat down next to the injured woman and Dee took a closer look at the girl, while Liz examined her injuries, stopping to examine closer in places where there was something major.

The injured woman looked just shy of 20 years old and her tall height made her look even older. Her black hair was cut in a choppy inverted bob. There was a long cut across the left side of her face, running from the middle of her eyebrow to a few centimeters from the corner of her mouth. The bottom part of her blouse was stained with blood and, when Liz rolled her over onto her stomach, a nasty stab wound was revealed. For some reason, the raven haired girl looked extremely familiar to Dee.

Liz cursed in a foreign tongue, her words sounding flowing and melodic, almost like singing. She quickly slipped back into English. "Rassilon, this is not good," she muttered angrily.

The woman ran a hand through her hair and continued speaking. Dee didn't know if she was talking to him, or just trying to console herself. "The cut on her face isn't very deep, probably made with a rapier or maybe a small knife since it's so clean, but it definitely wasn't Carridieo's war axe, thank the gods. It'll leave a scar. J.J. won't be very happy about that, but it's natural consequences," Liz tsked, much like a mother saying 'I told you so'.

"Her right wrist is snapped, and most of the bones in that hand are broken also. It's permanent damage. She has a major concussion, clumsy girl probably fell over when the ship rocked, there might be brain damage." She pressed her lips into a thin line and stared at the floor. "That, and the stab wound in her back, she's not going to make it," Liz finished somberly, looking at the floor.

"Can't you heal it with your aura?" Dee exclaimed impatiently, wondering why she hadn't already.

Elizabeth snapped out of her reverie. "No, I'm not a healer, she is," she replied, gesturing to J.J., then looked up at Dee. "Wait, are you one of those immortal humans?"

The Magician raised an eyebrow. "And you're not?"

"I'm immortal by... other means." Liz smiled shyly, then continued. "The Awakening process wouldn't settle well with me or Tori; we're only half human. The only immortals on this ship are Captain Verlac, Anastasia, and, at the moment, you. Verlac's been around quite a while, since the 1470s if I remember correctly, but Anastasia's only been immortal for about a decade or so. You can heal her, with your aura, right?" She looked at the Magician, her blue eyes shinning with what seemed like childish hope.

"Why should I?" he questioned coolly. Milliseconds after the words came out of his mouth, there was something cold and circular pressed against his temple. A familiar click of a bullet slotting into place resounded across the quiet room.

Liz's small hands gripped the wooden handle of the pistol with ease, her left index finger curled around the trigger. "Because if not, I will shoot you in the head," she told him, her eyes now hard, any from before innocence gone. "It doesn't matter if you're immortal, no human can recover from a shot in the head."

Dee was cursing himself for not bringing a weapon. He thought he would be safe with his aura, but if he tried to use any magic, Elizabeth would shoot him in a heartbeat.

"You have five seconds before I put a bullet in your skull. Now, are you going to heal J.J. or not?" she said coldly.

"Fine." The metal cylinder against his head vanished, but Liz didn't put her gun away. Dee relaxed, then ignited his aura. A dirty yellow glow covered his hands and the smell of sulphur filled the room. Liz gagged and covered her mouth and nose with her hand. The Magician reached out, his right hand coated in his aura when J.J.'s eyes snapped open. She rolled over, and let out a sharp cry of pain. Liz was at her side, urging her to lay back down as J.J. examined the room. Her gaze landed on Dee. The raven hair girl let out a loud shriek, sitting up rapidly and yelling at him in rapid Spanish.

"J.J. stop it! He's going to heal you!" Liz shouted.

"¡No! Puedo curarme, carajo!" she screeched. Her lime green aura was already pooling around her injuries, slotting her bones back into place and stitching her skin back together.

"Then why didn't you do it earlier?!"

"Lo siento, recibir un disparo es un poco molesto!" J.J. snapped. Her pupils flashed emerald as her wounds healed completely.

As Liz and J.J. argued back and forth, Dee realized why the girl was so familiar.

J.J. was his daughter.

Not my best work, but I wanted to get this up. I haven't been able to work on anything for almost two weeks because I was on vacation in FL, so my mom left the laptop at home :(

Spanish translations:

¡No! Puedo curarme, carajo!-No! I can heal myself dammit!

Lo siento, recibir un disparo es un poco molesto!-I'm sorry, getting shot is a little distracting!

If they aren't correct, blame Google Translate.

Someone should really write a SotINF and Assassin's Creed Xover with Machiavelli, since he's in both. I'd write it, but I'm busy with Jazmine and Cinnamon and this story.

Happy late 4th of July.

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-MJ2001