-A/N: Told more from Evie's viewpoint this time than Jacob's.

The train ride was tense, previous decisions failing to wipe away the awkwardness that now existed between them. More than once Evie caught Jacob turning, glancing over at her and opening his mouth to speak only to be offered a silent frown in response.

Some part of her wanted to just put the whole thing behind them but another part of her was just too... Revolted... To allow it.

Jacob had always been promiscuous, any intelligence marred by the reckless and sudden actions he would always end up taking and this time truly had to be no different, save for the fact that, well, this time she was apparently the target of his amorous intentions.

Her face flushed as she caught him spying on her again and the more responsible of the two made her way over to the other side of the boxcar, slumping against the wall and crossing her arms defensively. 'It'll pass in time.' She reminded herself for the umpteenth time that day, foregoing the sights of the countryside in favour of getting some rest. "Wake me up when we get there, would you?" She asked as kindly as she could, shutting her eyes.

"So, that's it then?" She winced, cracking a single eye back open to take in his dull gaze, brow furrowed as he watched her. "We just... Pretend it never happened?"

His voice resounded with derision and Evie had to admit to herself that she had been waiting for this, the inevitable explosion that followed when Jacob didn't get what he wanted. "Yes." She said shortly, settling down in the vain hope that it would stave off whatever outburst he had in mind.

"I can't do that." He spoke, looking away with a stricken scowl. "I can't just turn my emotions on and off like you seem so able to, dear sister."

It wasn't the first time he had spoken the affectation with such vitriol, however it was the first time it was truly so unwarranted and she found herself snapping both eyes open and climbing back to her feet, hot flush returning with a vengeance. "You think this is easy?" She hissed, marching over to him and meeting his gaze with a fiery glare. "This- This... Disgrace?"

He winced at the term and Evie found a sort of vindictive amusement rising to the fore, strangling whatever bonds they may have had and pressing her to continue. "You want to fuck your sister, Jacob."

""Fuck"?" He quoted, cracked and chapped lips parting in shock. "I don't just want to- to fuck, Evie." He whispered, rage overtaking his shocked grimace. "I love you."

"Save it, Jacob." She huffed, spinning to look over the oncoming sights of London. "We're almost in London now and I don't want to hear another word until we pull into the station-"

"Tough." He growled, leaning in and gripping her shoulders. "Evie Frye, I don't just 'want to fuck you'". He mimed childishly, ignoring the clear warning in her gaze. "I. Love. You-"

Unable to take another of his rambling confessions Evie finally snapped, slamming a knee into his stomach and watching apathetically as he stumbled back, hurt flashing across his face. "I don't care!" She grinned tightly, aware that she must have looked manic as she did so and finding hard to care in that precise moment. "We're going to London and once there we'll locate Mr. Green, the senior Assassin in the area. Then you can stalk around with your drinking and your little gang and all the women you please, brother dear."

"But not you." The words were little more than a murmur, blank and eerie as he straightened, turning away stoically to watch the station come into view.

"But not me." She murmured back, composing herself and absently brushing stray locks away from her forehead.

The train pulled into the station with little fanfare and she forced a smile as she stepped off, gaze roaming over the myriad of people milling around the station. ""The churning seas of London"." She quoted, glad to be out of the confined space with her disorderly twin. "It's just as father once described."

"Hm." He grunted, stalking through the throng of people with nary a glance and ignoring the disgruntled commuters. "Any clue where this Green fellow is?"

Evie frowned, jogging slightly to keep up and stopping when they reached the entrance. "According to father's notes Mr. Green owns a shop somewhere in Whitechapel, we'd be best suited to locate a high point in the city to try and overlook the boroughs."

"Clever Evie," He praised sardonically, ignoring her narrowed eyes as he gestured at the tall buildings of London with arms spread wide. "Pick a building then and let's get to it! I'll even race you!"

With that last parting remark he dashed away, easily scaling the side of a nearby building and drawing a scowl from the competitive young woman. "You're on!" She yelled after him, glad to be able to take her mind off of his behaviour and pointedly ignoring the scandalized looks being sent their way.

As Evie dashed across the rooftops, leaping higher and higher faster and faster to keep up with her unruly twin, she noticed the fixed, clipped steps, the tenseness of his body as he climbed and the disorganized route and couldn't help shaking her head in disappointment, father's words echoing in her head.

The two came to a halt atop a relatively small factory beside a decidedly higher tower and she chose then to remind him of his duty. "Emotions must always come second to the Creed, Jacob-"

"Don't quote father at me!" He shook, clenching his fists and darting a gaze across the streets below. "Let's just find this bloody 'Mr. Green' bloke so that I can go and crack some skulls-"

"Two Assassins, equal in height. One female, one male. Two decades old, arguing atop a rooftop in broad daylight." Despite the observation the voice was calm, the amusement on his face clear in his tone. "You must be the Frye twins."

Evie blinked, taking in the soft smile, warm brown eyes and well-polished presentation with an impressed air. "And you are...?"

"Henry Green, at your service." He greeted, tipping his head to the two of them. "I was sorry to hear about your father's passing."

"Thank you..." She murmured, enraptured by his well-mannered approach and handsome visage.

"Crawford Starrick. Templar leader. Where?" A tight voice sounded and she noticed that Mr. Green seemed just as taken aback as she was by her brother's thinly veiled anger.

"I suppose the council desires news?" He voiced dubiously, raising an eyebrow at her scowling sibling.

Evie cut in before her brother could embarrass them both, hastily silencing him with a quick motion. "London must be freed. To provide a better future for all of its citizens."

Henry smiled and she felt her heart flutter, gaze fixed on his face with a not entirely innocent interest. "Well thank goodness the council saw reason and sent you to aid us."

"Oh fuck off." She jolted, glaring at her brother and hoping that the senior Assassin hadn't heard that particular remark. "If you need me I'll be in there-" He pointed towards the nearest pub. "-Not being here."

As he dashed off her new escort furrowed his brow, looking between where the other more restless Assassin had been and herself, teeth grit and eyes dark in pure anger. "I'm sorry Ms. Frye, am I interrupting something?" He asked her uncertainly, discomfort making its way across his kindly visage.

"Nothing at all, Mr. Green." She shook her head, glimpsing her twin as he swept into the tavern and turning all of her attention back to the charming Indian gentleman. "Please, continue."

As he spoke Evie firmly resolved to have words with her brother later.

-X- -X-

"What were you thinking?" She breathed, anger still fresh even after two hours had passed.

Jacob glanced over at her, bleary eyes scanning her face and dismissing her. "You had things in hand." He drawled, pointedly slamming his bottle down on the counter and slumping over the surface with a grimace. "Didn't need me there."

Evie nodded in agreement, coldly regarding him with disgust. "Well, you're right there. But what, exactly, have you been up to while I've been away?"

"Lib'rating the borough!" He crowed, waving off her narrow-eyed stare in favour of nodding at a pasty faced brute beside him. "Me and... Mike here, we've been going around getting the Clinkers. They're gonna be the new Rooks, Evie."

Her nose wrinkled as he leaned in, beer and smoke and god-only-knows what else wafting over to her. "Charming. Meanwhile I've been gathering actual information on Templar activities and the Pieces of Eden-"

Jacob spat on the floor, slapping the unconscious man beside him on the shoulder and getting a snort in response. "Fucking Curios. Meanwhile I'll be actually helping the city while you and your new boyfriend Greenie go around searching for the mythical fuck nothing of fuck all, located fuck-only-knows-where, with your-"

"Shut. Up." She ground out, grabbing his shoulder and stalking towards the exit. "We're leaving. Mr. Green has set us up with a room for the night while you've been moping around and I hope you appreciate it come morning."

Her brother fell against her side, going silent as she seethed and staring into space. "I do love you." He finally spoke, ignoring her irritated hunch as he continued. "And I'll prove it."

Her jaw clenched as he turned to look at her. "If you kiss me-" She started.

"No! I'm going to do better, Evie." He promised, winking devilishly and watching her with hooded eyes. "I'm going to seduce you."

And with that he closed his eyes, slumping against her shoulder and leaving her the burden of getting him to bed. Evie shook her head in disbelief, pulling him further over her shoulder and hoping that the Police didn't stop her on the way back to their room. "Jacob, you absolute tit."