Jacob woke up with a start, turning to the clock he sighed heavily...1:30am "pull yourself together" he said to nobody.

Getting up and dressed he found himself walking down the empty London streets.

It seemed ever since moving here he was going for walks at ungodly hours because of nightmares.

Now back in the day he would keep it to himself and pretend he was fine, as great as Newt and Queenie are he couldn't passible share this with them. However, about a year ago he was brought into a club of sorts in which there were two groups, the royals in training, and his group, the future knights.

There are three royals in training, who the future knights will serve and each knight has one royal they favor more then the others. It is this royal that when the knights have finished their training, they will pledged their allegiance to.

The oldest out of the brothers and most qualified was Arthur Pendragon. He is a lot like his father, smart, skilled and very kingly, but also incredibly busy running two kingdoms. So he's not around as often.

The second is Deckard Shaw, he is a very private person and likes to keep to himself. But if you need him, he is always there in person or by phone. He is loyal and protective.

The third is Gerry Standing he is the "youngest" it's complicated, anyway, he is not a fighter or a leader, but he is smart and friendly. It turns out he is a Detective Sergeant working with UCOS in England where he works with his best friend Steve and spends most of his time hanging out like he's one of us.

Jacob wasn't sure what it was Shaw did that made him feel like he could be trusted with all Jacob's fears and insecurities. Perhaps it was a combination of things, maybe it was because no matter what Shaw was doing he always answered his calls.

One of the most memorable times was when Shaw, in the midst of being tortured, managed to convince his torturers to let him take the call. When Jacob told him this could take a while, Shaw put him on hold then there was a lot of banging and yelling in a strange language. two minutes later he was ready to listen for as long as Jacob needed.

Which is why he was now wondeering why when he called this time, he ignored it and let him go to voice-mail. He thought of many excuses why he didn't answer, unfortunately none of them were good. coming to this realization he found himself standing in front of the brit's house feeling more than a little guilty and very worried.

He walked up to the door, "maybe this was a bad idea "he thought as he looked at the time 2:15 am, suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous he decided to leave, but never got further then the bottom step. suddenly turning around when he heard yelling, his body reacted before his mind had a chance to catch up. But when it did he wished it hadn't because what he was seeing made it hard to breath and froze him in place.

He was starring in silent horror at his king, who was sleeping restless on his couch. It was heartbreaking to see, tears were running down his king's face as he begged an invisible force to stop.

'Please……don't. Please... (tears start running even fast) no...no…please…noooooo,

and then nothing, he wasn't even breathing.

Jacob didn't know how much time had passed before he heard a small gasp. Causing him to release the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

After a moment of just listening to Shaw's ragged breathing Jacob took a small step back, and the floor creaked. suddenly Jacob was terrifyingly aware of the very sharp knife being held to his throat.

To be continued