A/N: To answer 'IntrovertMangaka's' question:

I know Assassin's Creed: Genesis has a lot of OC's but I can't apologize for that. This story revolves mainly around my OC's and less of the characters of Syndicate. I try to include them as much as I can but it's difficult to fit them all in around to include my OC's lives. My story is set after the events of the video game so I had to make my own plot. With an entirely new plot, it calls for entirely new characters. So to answer the main question; six, I have six original characters.

Anyways, please enjoy the chapter! If you read and reviewed, that would be amazing!

X: London Partners

Start of Flashback – Continuity of Previous Chapter

Noises suddenly erupted throughout the train. Jacob heard a loud thud, a shuffle of feet and a slammed door. It was odd considering no Rooks were on board and the train wasn't even stopped at a station. He supposed somebody jumped on board while it was moving. Only one person he knew was that agile.

It appeared Elizabeth was back…and not in a very happy mood.

"Hmm," he hummed to himself while he curiously looked at the closed door.

Jacob stopped sharpening his hidden blades and placed them back into his gauntlet before he exited the carriage. It was obvious she wasn't happy. Elizabeth only told Jacob she was going to Whitechapel and that she would be back in an hour. Jacob didn't ask questions because Elizabeth didn't like to give answers. Jacob left her leave but now he wondered what in the world happened to her in that time.

He approached Evie's old carriage where Elizabeth shut herself in. The door was lockless and he could waltz right in if he wanted to but knew she wouldn't appreciate that very much. He could already hear her telling him 'who said you could come in?' or 'ever heard to knock'?

So Jacob did the only thing he could – he knocked twice on the curtained glass door.

"Elizabeth," he sung while pressing his ear to door, "mind if I come in? I think I may have forgotten my top hat in your carriage."

Crash!

She shouted from the other carriage, "Try looking on top of your head!" Jacob consciously touched his head and his top hat was nicely perched atop. Why did he even check his head? It wasn't as if he was actually looking for it…

"I'm looking for my expensive one – it's purplish with gold detailing, you know it." he lied. Would she ever let him in?

Bang!

"It's not in here!" she yelled as Jacob heard another thud. What was she doing in there?

He said exhausted, "Well, I'm coming in to look for it anyways."

Jacob entered Elizabeth's carriage and his jaw dropped. She was a neat person who liked to keep things tidy so seeing her room in the chaos it was in now shocked him. Her single bed looked like a dozen people slept in it, the furniture in her room was all flipped upside down and Jacob had to watch his step because there was broken glass everywhere. Empty bottles of alcohol.

The crashing made sense now – she was searching for alcohol.

Elizabeth still hadn't looked at Jacob since he entered her room. She knew he was present but decided to continue her one-woman search party. Her face was stuffed inside a drawer, searching for anything that had a high alcohol percentage. But she found empty bottle after empty bottle.

She had a flushed look on her face with furrowed eyebrows. This look wasn't really new for Elizabeth. She never had an approachable face but even then, her actions now were entirely out of this world. It wasn't even human – she was scrounging for alcohol like a predator to prey. Though Jacob thought it was sort of funny, he also thought she was going a little bizarre.

"We're out of alcohol," she said with frustration while dropping another bottle on the floor. It broke and the pieces reached the tip of Jacob's foot.

Jacob noted with a shrug, "That's because you drank it all." Elizabeth glared at him and cursed at him before busying herself again.

Elizabeth seriously had a heart of liquor. It was impressive at first to see her consume so much alcohol for such a young girl but now it became a little worrying. Drinking for her wasn't a 'sometimes' thing, it was a bloody hobby. She was going to die from alcohol poisoning sooner or later if she didn't stop.

"Elizabeth," Jacob said sweetly with a stretched smile on his face. He talked to her like a ticking time bomb. "Could you stop searching for a second and perhaps talk to me?"

She scoffed, "Talk to you about what? Nothings the matter." Obviously so.

Jacob slowly neared her and warily put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at his hand and stopped searching.

He sarcastically replied, "Yes, because when a person gets crazy eyes and begins to break empty bottles it means nothing is wrong." This time he received an eye roll. "Did something happen in Whitechapel today?"

She snorted and shifted her eyes from Jacobs. "Just got in a little argument, that's all."

"I doubt you are so worked about a little argument," he asked urgently, "What happened in Whitechapel?"

She hissed between her teeth, "An argument, I told you. It's wasn't important. It's already out of my head. And if you don't mind me, Jacob, I'm leaving to find a bar. I need a drink – and not because I got in a bloody argument."

Elizabeth tried to walk past Jacob but he caught her arm in time. She tried to wrench it away but Jacob's grip was too tight. Something about letting her leave like didn't feel right to him. He had a bad feeling about her drinking tonight – almost like he would find her in the morning, beside a trashcan with a black eye and a throbbing hangover.

If it really was an argument she had, it must've been with someone she cared about to make her this angry. There were only two special people in Whitechapel. Her brothers.

She frowned. "Let go of me, Jacob, you can't stop me from leaving."

He said with a smirk, "I can try."

She quickly replied, "You're a stubborn bastard, you know that?" Jacob could tell something was wrong. Elizabeth always had fight in her but she was already giving up.

"Cut me some slack, I'm only trying to help you. Drinking your sorrows won't help you forget about them. I've tried it and hate to tell you, love, but it doesn't work."

Jacob could tell Elizabeth was contemplating whether to tell him she didn't need his help but instead she remained silent. Suddenly, her face changed from anger to exhaustion.

She said softly, "I'm not good at talking about my problems. That's why I like to drink so much, it makes my head foggy. I know it's not good, Jacob, I know that but I can't stop. I like that feeling." She sighed, "I feel stupid just talking about it."

"I'm here and I'm listening."

Elizabeth looked at him with curious eyes and only said, almost surprised, "You are."

"Tell me more, Elizabeth."

She slowly nodded her head. "It was Will…"

End of Flashback

/

At the brothel, Elizabeth finally concluded her questioning of the White Doe – Till's favourite whore. By the end, she told Elizabeth the knowledge she knew of him without any harm being given to her. Elizabeth didn't even need to use her kukri. The whore was rather helpful by the end actually.

But there was also the chance she fed Elizabeth lies and she ate it up.

"This information better not be false," Elizabeth warned the White Doe while standing up.

She stopped counting the pounds in the coin pouch and defended, "It's all true. I swear it on my life, Miss."

"We shall see about that," she drawled and checked her watch. The hour was over. "It seems our time together is finished."

Elizabeth started towards the door but before she opened it, she looked at the whore who was sitting on the bed. Elizabeth said, "Remember this little talk we had stays between us. If anyone were to find out, it'd truly be a shame for you." One last threat couldn't hurt. Plus, it was all Elizabeth could offer. She couldn't offer her any more money to keep her mouth shut. She just hoped coming to her wasn't a mistake she would soon regret.

Yet perhaps it would be worth it. The information she received tonight was more than she ever imagined to gather on Till.

The whore nodded her head in agreement and said, "Farewell."

Elizabeth exited the room without another word. The lady at the desk said goodnight to Elizabeth as she left Sanctuary at half past midnight. Elizabeth was in such a happy mood, she said it back. It really was a good night.

She walked home with a little skip to her step.

/

Jacob's eyes began to involuntarily close by themselves from his exhaustion. He was tired and wanted nothing more but to take his gear off, jump onto his bed and fall asleep like an infant. But he couldn't do that until Elizabeth came back. Jacob knew Elizabeth could take care of herself but he wanted to talk to her and ask her what her 'plan' was.

Ten minutes later, Elizabeth entered the train. She tiptoed around careful to be quiet if he were asleep. She stopped until she saw him sitting at the booth and gave him a confused look. "What are you doing still up, Jacob? Go to bed."

"I was waiting for you to get back," he added while yawning.

She sincerely said, "I'm fine. There was no need for that. Or perhaps you just missed me that much?" She teased with a toothy smile. Whenever she smiled, it was hard for Jacob to look away – perhaps it was because she did it rarely or perhaps he just really liked her smile.

Jacob joked, "I couldn't fall asleep without a goodnight kiss."

"That so?" Elizabeth said distractedly and opened the alcohol cabinet. She asked him, "Whiskey or ale? Never mind, I already know. Always been ale. How long have you been an ale man?"

"Ever since I was thirteen. How can you not like that fruity, sweet taste?"

Elizabeth scrunched her nose and she poured him a glass of ale and herself a glass of whiskey. "I hate it."

He rolled his eyes. "Because you are Miss 'Whiskey for Prime Minister."

"Damn right," she noted and set the two glasses on the table and took a sit across Jacob on the booth. "How was your day?"

"Same ole, same ole. The man I tried to con didn't talk much so it ended being a waste of my time. But I'm more interested where you were. Following your clever 'plan'?"

She cockily took a sip of her glass. "You wouldn't believe what I've heard."

"Care to explain?" He was genuinely wondering where she was throughout the whole day.

"I went to a brothel in Whitechapel, Sanctuary-"

Jacob knew that name. He said, "That's where we met for a second time. I remember that day very vividly."

She nodded her head, "Yes, that brothel. Well, do you remember you told me to lookout for a horse carriage carrying Forge to the brothel? I really did check on my way home every night for Forge. I never lied to you when I said there was no Forge." She smirked, knowing something Jacob didn't. He really wanted to badly know what it was.

"Well?"

"The reason I never saw Forge was because the carriage wasn't carrying him. It was carrying another Templar…Nicholas Till."

Jacob's eyebrows shot up. He exclaimed, "It was Till? How do you know you?"

"There's a paper under Till's name on the assassination wall. It was a rumour Till visited a lowly brothel. I never knew what do with that shoddy information before but I realized I was being such an idiot. I don't know how it never came to me before."

He asked urgently, "What came to you? What did you do?"

"It all came together when you pinned the task of distracting Till on me. So I went to Sanctuary and I asked for an urgent appointment with a whore. It was just my luck the whore I got was also Till's favourite. I simply bribed her with your money and she spilled her guts to me."

"Which was?" He was leaning on the corner of his seat. This could be it. This could be their step ahead of Till.

She said, "To sum it up; One, he has a foot fetish. Two, he lives on 34 Hillington. Three, his grandson is alive. Four, he is deaf."

Jacob only stared at her. How she found this much information about such a secretive man was outstanding. Almost unbelievable.

Elizabeth went on, "Of course, this information may not be true. She was rather a conniving woman but she seemed true, Jacob, I have a good feeling about this."

"We could do so much with this information." He thought about the many, many possibilities.

Elizabeth chuckled while she drained her whiskey. She questioned, "We? I thought this task was especially given to me. Weren't you too busy preparing for your little tea party with Forge?"

Jacob rubbed his neck and shifted his eyes. "I believe I was too rash. I shouldn't have just dumped that on you. You're not my assistant, Elizabeth," he looked at her with a smile, "Could you ever find it in your icy heart to forgive me?"

"Try again without the 'icy' part and perhaps."

He huffed, "Could you ever find it in your kind heart to forgive me?"

She put a finger to chin and laughed. "I guess so. You'll probably die of heartbreak if I don't." Jacob rolled his eyes but still laughed with her.

"But seriously, I got this, do not worry. I can finish this very well alone."

He said, "Oh, I know. You never cease to fail me but I think I should help you with this. Think about it, Elizabeth. Separate, we're good but together, we're great. Agree." He reached his hand over the table for Elizabeth to take.

She thought about it for a moment but eventually took his hand. "Well, it's not like you have anything else to do. And I suppose you're right, things we do finish together tend to be better."

"You're the brains, I'm the bronze."

She stubbornly questioned, "What if I want to be both?"

"Fine, then you're 50 percent brains and 50 percent bronze."

Elizabeth looked confused. "Shouldn't it be 25 percent each, that is, including you as well?"

"Shut up, partner."

"Screw yourself, partner."

Together with their hands intertwined, they brightly smiled at each other and enjoyed each other's company, talking about whatever came to mind until they fell asleep on the table.

/

Earlier that night, an older woman met with a younger girl in the dark alleys of London. The hour was late, the temperature freezing and the moon full. Many people were home asleep. The streets were empty and silent. A pin could have dropped but the two females could have likely heard it.

"You're going about everything wrong!" the older woman harshly whispered to the young girl. The young girl did nothing but cry in her hands. She was very upset but the older woman wouldn't comfort her. She would never comfort her and the young girl knew this – she didn't like the older woman very much.

The young girl cried, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, it's a difficult task, you must believe me!"

"I know what the problem is. It's you. You've become too comfortable. You foolish, foolish girl. I thought you were cut out for this but I suppose I was wrong."

She whimpered, "I know but I –"

"No 'but's! Never send a girl to do a woman's job." She asked her with wild eyes, "Tell me, do you ever want to go home?"

The girl didn't know the answer to this question so she said nothing. From this silence, the older woman slapped the young girls face with her backhand. It was definitely going to leave a mark. She didn't know how she was going to explain this to them.

She said weakly, "Forgive me, I'll try do better."

"Not try. You will do better. Promise me girl."

"I promise," she sobbed, "I promise I will kill Elizabeth Whittock…"