Due to my new-found interest in Assassin's Creed, I have decided to start taking prompts for the Frye Twins and their sibling relationship.
Some of these fics will have a corresponding gif set
I am always taking prompts and I hope you enjoy them :) This particular prompt is from Phoenix Brooke who asked for a fic where Evie is sick and Jacob takes care of her…. I made this way sadder than it really needed to be :S
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Jacob raced through the streets of London, sprinting ahead of the young messenger. The sun was just rising, casting an orange glow over the grey and dusty streets of London.
His sister was sick.
Last night, they had had another blazing row in their train, which ended with Jacob storming out (as per usual). Thinking back, he realised that Evie's voice was rather croaky and her face was flushed.
Knowing what he knows now, Jacob bitterly wished that he hadn't left last night. With one last burst of speed, Jacob leapt into the train and rushed to his sister's room. Upon entering, Jacob couldn't help but take a step back in shock.
Evie was lying on her bed, blankets bundled all around her. Her face was heavily flushed, sweat soaking the pillow under her head. Kneeling her bed was Henry, who was gripping onto her hand as the Doctor turned to face Jacob.
"Y-yesterday…she wasn't so flushed yesterday." Began Jacob, moving to Evie's bedside, "H-how- "
"- I believe it may be typhus." Interrupted the doctor, "But not to worry young man. A few days' rest and your friend- "
"Sister…." Jacob wet a cloth and began to wipe the sweat away from Evie's forehead, "…. And I know I look like I'm stupid, but I'm not. I know people have died from typhus."
"Young man, I- "
Before the Doctor could finish, Henry got to his feet and placed a gentle hand on his back. "Come…" he muttered, "… let them have a moment in peace, and we shall discuss what Evie needs to recover."
Once Henry and the other man had left the room, Jacob turned his attention back to Evie. Wearily, she opened her eyes and smiled gently at him. "Don't worry…" she whispered, "… I'll be fine. Soon, I'll be up again."
Jacob couldn't help but shake his head and smile back, "Why don't you let me be the protector for once?" he asked, wetting the cloth again and placing it on Evie's head to try and cool her down, "You have to recover soon… I cannot take down the Templars without you."
"Hmmmm?" Evie took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes glazing over briefly before they managed to focus on her twin, "W-what happened to us?" she whispered, her voice trembling with weakness as her body shuddered through the fever chills
"Evie?"
She smiled, "R-remember when we used to p-play with the other kids i-in the s-street? You always used to w-win against t-the other boys, b-b-ut…. but…"
"… but not against you." Finished Jacob, brushing Evie's sweat-soaked hair away from her eyes, "You never used to let me win."
Evie continued to shake and shudder, her face twisting in pain as her muscles ached. Jacob's eyes filled with tears as he soaked the rag again and placed it back on Evie's head, "You were the only one who was ever honest with me… even Dad used to lie to me. P-Please Evie…" he sobbed, "… please don't leave me."
"My baby brother…" whispered Evie, weakly raising her hand and brushing it against Jacob's cheek, wiping away the tears, "… I r-remember when w-we were children. Life b-before the Creed… you w-wanted to be a c-copper."
"Childhood dreams…" Jacob sighed, "… Once Dad came back for us, I gave up on that."
"I w-wish you could still b-believe….in that dream."
Jacob sobbed brokenly when his sister convulsed in pain, "E-e-evie!"
Desperately trying to give her brother a reassuring smile, Evie winced. "I-I-I worry for you w-without me…"
"That's because I'm not me without you… how can I be the famous Frye twins i-if there's only one o-of u-us?!" He grabbed his sister's hand, "E-evie, you have to fight this!"
He re-soaked the cloth and sighed, "Remember when we were teens and we made that pledge…. T-that we would die together in a-a-a blaze of glory? We swore on the C-creed remember?!"
With a deep sigh, Jacob tightened his grip on Evie's hand. "We were meant to grow old, get married…. Have mini assassins of our own. Our children will p-play together like we once did! And- "
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks… the hand in his grip had loosened, going limp in his grasp. "E-Evie?"
Silence.
Her head was still on the pillow, her eyes closed ad though she was sleeping…. the fact that she wasn't breathing caused Jacob to drop her hand and race to the door.
"DOCTOR!" DOCTOR, HELP!"
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"There was no need to panic Mister Frye…" scolded the Doctor, who was checking over his patient once again, "…. Miss Frye's breathing was certainly shallow, yes, and looking at it from a distance, it would appear as though she had passed…. But to bellow in my ear and drag me from the room was uncalled for!"
Jacob shuffled from side to side sheepishly, his top hat in his hands and picked at the loose threads. "Soooo… she's okay?"
"Thanks to your attention, I believe Miss Frye's fever will break very soon. Recovery should follow soon after. She will be fine."
Sighing in relief, Jacob nodded his thanks to the Doctor and went to sit by his sister again. "Please don't do that to me again…" he whispered, "…. please."
