He's a She (Assassins Creed 4)

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants

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Okay- This is my second attempt at this chapter...

Hope you enjoy:)

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'Drunk piece of shite,' James muttered to himself as he pounded heavily on the wooden door of the the simple wooden house. The force of James heavy knocks seemed to send the whole house shaking. 'Open up ye old nag!' 

James had been going about like this for almost ten minutes now, supporting Elizabeth with his right hand and beating on the rotten wooden door with his left. The pain in Elizabeth's ankle was growing more and more hurtful by the minute, and she gripped onto James arm- possibly more roughly then intended.

'Old geezer doesn't do nothin' but drink,' he spat while shaking his head. Releasing one more powerful kick to the door, he gathered Elizabeth and turned away. 'He'll be paying for this come noon tomorrow.'

'So who's patching me up, then?' She limped along besides him, her ankle screaming at her with every movement.

'Suppose I should...' Kidd murmured, not necessarily directed towards her.

'Guess it's my lucky day then,' Elizabeth breathed, the pain making her result to hopping along besides James.

'It won't be when I end up breaking yer ankle more then fixing it.'

Elizabeth shook her head as they traveled back down the way they came, presumably to the Jackdaw, since they really had no other place to go.

'Not much of a healer then, are ye?' Elizabeth attempted to laugh, though it came out as more of a hiss when she stumbled and ended up kicking her own crushed ankle.

'Let's set ye down, lass.' James turned right, beginning to direct her up the steep stairs to the Nassau tavern- it wasn't Elizabeth's first choice, though she was thankful for the opportunity to take a seat.

'Stairs?' Elizabeth's tone came off as whiny, she was now leaning fully against James Kidd's shoulder, her injured ankle lifted up as to avoid putting any extra weight upon it.

'Oh stop ye whining, lass, it's not like I was gonna make you hobble up them.'

Before Elizabeth was even given a chance to protest, she felt a pair of strong arms hoist her up and the ground beneath her vanish. Her eyes widened as she realized she was in his arms- James Kidd's arms. She attempted to fight the vicious blush that was blooming on her pale cheeks- and with his face so close to hers there was no way he'd miss it.

'James,' she started to protest, wriggling about in his arms. 'You really don't have to-'

'Nah, it's fine lass- I want to.' James directed a wink her way and there was no way she could even think about preventing the obvious blush on her cheeks, she was certain her face was the color or a tomato. She grew awkwardly silent in his arms as he started up the stairs, she couldn't even think of a reasonable argument.

'Uhh...' she stuttered, her mouth agape as she racked her brain, searching for something to say. 'I don't want to strain you or anything...' Elizabeth grew self conscious about her weight- wondering if she was far to heavy for a man of his physique.

'Pshh,' James wrote her off. 'Strain? Lass- Stop pretending that you don't enjoy it. Your face is the color of a red rose.'

Elizabeth looked away from the familiar smirk planted on James face and focused on the upcoming tavern. She wouldn't say that she wasn't enjoying this act of kindness, but it made her feel rather different. Elizabeth cursed at herself for letting James do this to her- for making her think such things about him. Though part of her argued that she just admit to herself that, yes- she very much fancied this lad.