Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter 12 - Soothing Syrup

The morning light shines down upon Jacob and I as we walk through the streets of Lambeth, searching for any of the local merchants that happen to sell this so-called Soothing Syrup. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of content, enjoying the feel of being able to go back out into the field, instead of lying around doing nothing while I waited for my wound to heal.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, and so early in the morning to. Care to explain why?" Jacob said.

"It just feels so good to be back to work, I hate sitting around and doing nothing all day, not when I could be doing something, anything, to help." I replied as I watched people pass us by, keeping a lookout for the merchant, or even for any sort of trouble.

"I understand the feeling, but we couldn't have you working, not with the chance of causing anymore damage. I...we need you if we are to have any chance at reclaiming London. Sure, Evie and I could have possibly succeeded, but we have a better chance with you by our side. I mean, the more the merrier, right?" I couldn't help but notice how he seemed to be rambling on, but I hadn't the heart to stop him. I've come to like the sound of his voice, however rough it may be.

"Well, it has certainly been quite interesting so far, I wonder what is yet to come."

"You'll just have to stick around to find out." I could hear the playful tone in his voice, and I couldn't help but giggle just a little.

"Is that so Mr. Frye? Who's to stay that I won't simply grow bored and find myself craving something that I can't find here?" I replied with a playful, yet teasing tone, curious to see as to where this conversation may lead to. Jacob had stopped in his tracks and looked at me with curiosity.

"Pray tell Miss (Last name), is there something more you might be looking for?" He said as he inched closer. I felt my heart beat rapidly against my chest due to the close proximity, but I remained calm, on the outside at least.

"Perhaps there is, perhaps there isn't. Who can truly tell with people these days as to what it is they are looking for, something they truly desire perhaps?" I replied, my voice dropping to a mere whisper.

"Is there something you truly desire?" He spoke in a low, and husky tone. His face grew closer to mine as he spoke, his eyes looking into mine with an emotion I had trouble deciphering, for it was one I rarely see these days.

"Perhaps there is something I truly desire, but that's my little secret." Before anything else could be said, we heard a voice yell out.

"Get Starrick's Soothing Syrup right here!" The unfamiliar voice caused Jacob and I to step back, creating a bit of distance between us, as if the last few minutes didn't happen.

"Looks like we've found our merchant." Jacob said.

"Let's go pay him a visit." I said. With a small nod, we walked over to the stall, where we found the merchant and a woman, who looked none to happy from what I could see.

"It's all he drinks, your syrup is liquefying him. It's turning him simple-headed." The woman said with an angry tone to her voice.

"Look now, you are scaring away my customers. Why don't you bugger off or I'll give you something to remember me by?" The merchant said, to which Jacob and I began walking straight up to both the merchant and the woman, wanting to make sure nothing bad happens.

"You can't talk to me like that you little gutterling." The woman said, enraged by the mens' words.

"What's all this then?" Jacob said as we approached within mere centimetres of the arguing pair.

"You know, that's no way to treat a woman, especially when she's right about this Soothing Syrup." I said, to which the merchant yelled out,

"Sod off!" Before pulling out a knife.