#amara jones

[brackenfrond]

Because I haven’t updated fics in a while...

Amara wasn't exactly sure why she was in a jail cell.

One thing she did know was that it was probably Jacob's fault. Things like this normally were Jacob's fault.

“For fuck’s sake…” She muttered, looking over at the other cell. There were some Blighters, and a couple of policemen outside the cell. “Hey, I actually don’t know why I’m in here. Care to explain?”

“Handed yourself in. Robbery.” One of the policemen said, before snorting. “Also did a funny dance.” Amara groaned.

“Matthews, Graham, you can leave.” Another man entered - Amara vaguely recognised him. Jacob and Evie had shown her and Kai pictures of their allies and Amara was about ninety five percent sure he was on the list.

The two men grumbled, but left. The man pulled a chair up in front of Amara’s cell and took a seat. “You work for the Fryes?”

“With.” Amara corrected. “Amara Jones...you probably don’t know me.”

“Mister Frye does. He claims you were hypnotised.”

“He saw me get hypnotised?” Amara considered strangling Jacob when she got out. It seemed like a pretty good plan.

“Apparently.” The bobby smiled, a small, awkward thing. It made him look handsome, Amara thought, with his kind eyes to match. “He went out to prove your innocence.”

“To be honest, I would rather be out of here right now.” She replied and the man chuckled.

“I suppose so. I’m Frederick Abberline.”

“Oh! You’re the reason Jacob won’t let me drive anymore!” Amara laughed as Abberline blinked, startled. “Or at least part. I’m...not very good at it.”

“That’s an understatement.” Amara wanted to ram her head against the bars at the sound of Evie’s voice. “Miss Jones. Sergeant Abberline.”

“Miss Frye.”

“Evie can I please kill your brother?” Amara asked, and judging from the amused look on Abberline’s face, he knew it was an empty threat.

“You would miss him if he was dead.” Evie retorted calmly. Amara had to admit she had a point. “Besides, he’s managed to catch the man responsible. Apparently, he isn’t even Italian.”

“I just feel like I’ve been conned right now.” Amara sighed. “Not even Italian. That’s, like, a massive disappointment.”

“I think he’s cockney.” Evie added, tone light, and Amara groaned.

[brackenfrond]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

London is chaotic, and Jacob Frye makes it even more so. He has a helping hand in creating chaos - a young woman by the name of Amara Jones, who often criticises Jacob's reckless ways, but unlike his sister, goes along with it anyway. Together, the two of them could probably take on London single handedly - if Jacob wasn't so busy analysing his feelings and arguing with Evie.

In which Amara can't drive, but fortunately Jacob can.