The Assassin's Partner (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Chapter 1-Grappling Hook

"Dammit!" You yell, as you're hopeless to fix your grappling hook.

Your hook was badly damaged when a Templar came up to you and bashed it with his sword, luckily you were always fully armed, so you ended his life in a blink of an eye. Templars and Blighters were everywhere from Devils Acre (No surprise there) to even the loneliest of streets in London. You were originally sent to Paris, France to help on another mission but you overheard that London was flooding with Templars and you decided to take part in it. Your father trained you well as a child and you soon because an assassin just like you and your father always wanted to be. You want to claim your title as a 'Master Assassin', so this was your chance.

You were so focused on fixing it, you didn't realize there was another body that had entered your room. Your instincts kicked in and you extracted out your hidden blade from beneath your sleeve, only to find your father standing standing by the doorway chuckling at your distress.

"Oh my sweet child, you can fight a horde of Blighters and Templars but can't fix a simple hook?" He lightly chuckled. Rolling your eyes, you continued to try and fix it. Your father decided to join you on your mission in London but also, you didn't want to leave him all alone in Scotland, where your father originally lived. He wanted to support you on any given mission the Creed gives you.

"It's not as easy as it looks, Father. I'm an assassin, not an inventor or mechanic." You say as you felt your Father's hand being placed gently on your shoulder.

"Why don't you ask Mr. Graham Bell to fix it for you, (Y/N)? You know he is quite the fellow for you." He inquires, giving you a light smile.

"I will not let some ignorant feelings get in the way of my mission, anyways he's not my type. Also I can handle it my self!" You say, grunting almost each word, desperately knowing you do need Mr. Bell's handy work. Your father always wanted you to have a husband that would love you for you and possibly have little ones of your own but you don't seem to care about love. Your work and being an assassin is both your husband and children. Backing away from your little desk, you throw your hands in the hair hopelessly.

"I'm sick of this." You sigh, rubbing your temples,"This is impossible, Father. I hate to admit but you're right, I should take it down to Mr. Bell's shop but just know, I will never fancy him in any way." Your father gave you the I-told-you-so face and silently walked away with a smirk on his face.

"Oh and (Y/N), if you happen to run into Mr. Green, do send my greetings. Hey, Mr. Green will make a lovel-"

You cut him off before he finishes by yelling his name and sighing as you sit back down, rubbing your face with your hands once more.

He chuckles and says," I'm just teasing (Y/N), have a lovely afternoon, dearie!" With that, he disappeared into the next room. You walk back to your grappling hook and placed it inside your satchel. Since your hook was broken, you had to climb walls from now on but you didn't mind it, it was a way to escape your boredom either way.

It was getting a little late so you were practically jumping from building to building. You decided to rest for a bit and look over the building you were on top of. You go to the edge, perching yourself to sink in the view. London may look like a mess from below but you couldn't deny the view from above. The Big Ben tower was right next to the beautiful horizons which lay right in front of you. Just as you were about to keep going, something caught your eye. You saw a figure running on the buildings from afar. The figure stopped and you knew they were looking at you. You decided to turn away and keep on with your little quest to find Mr. Bell.

It wasn't long till you found his shop in Lambeth and you were greeted by a warm smell of metal and iron which is not a very pleasant smell to be greeted with. You saw Alexander fiddling with something and mumbling to himself, so to not startle him, you gently tap his shoulder and you place a warm smile on your face.