Freddy wasn't sure how yet here he was, with Jacob Frye, acting just outside the law again. Abberline was leading the assassin down a narrow ally behind a factory next to the Thames, he could hear the clink of Jacob's weapons from just behind him. He tried not to focus on the exciting slide of leather on leather. The ally took a sharp turn where it opened to the river bank but the slick stone took Freddy's foot from under him and sent him toppling towards the six ft fall to the dark water below.
He should have seen it coming, he should have warned him,
but of course he didn’t.
The master Assassin wouldn’t lie, he had grown accustomed to working with Evie, to not have to worry about his partner- so much he became ignorant of how narrow the strip of walkway was, how slippery it could be to the average person, all accumulating to Jacob suddenly feeling his heart jam it’s way into his throat, his eyes growing wide the instant he watched his dear friend topple over-
“ -FREDDY-! ”
Thank God for his strength.
The man’s reflexes and fluid step work were almost superhuman in the way his lone arm shot out, a burst of adrenaline shocking his system as within milliseconds his iron grip was grabbing a fistful of the man’s jacket. He barely registered his other hand digging its digits into Abberline’s leg, just barely catching him in time, tugging at the force of gravity, yanking him back over the edge, slamming his back into his chest-
The sheer force of Jacob tugging him back so hard sent him tumbling back with the velocity, a clumsy dance to the cobblestone, the Assassin barely feeling his back slam into the ground. The hazel hued man was stunned, really, not even acknowledging how tightly his arms had spontaneously wrapped around Abberline’s body, his form literally sandwiched against his chest on the ground.
The Assassin’s chest rose and fell with hard breaths. Silently, he dared to glance up.
-– “ ... Do me a favor, never do that again.”
