A collection of Sleepy Hollow drabbles written for tv_universe's 9 x 04 One Little Spark Of Inspiration.

Rating: K+ to M
Characters: Abbie Mills + Ichabod Crane + Jenny Mills + Joe Corbin
Word Count: 170 to 650
Beta: My lovely Suzanne

Title: Beef Wellington for this weekend?

Synopsis: Abbie got hit by a migraine attack.

Characters: Abbie Mills + Ichabod Crane

Prompt: Witness

Rating: K+

Word Count: 605

A/N: Post 3 x 03 Blood and Fear

Abbie Mills knew all evening something was going to hit her. She didn't feel well. Her head couldn't decide if it wanted to explode or not. Abbie took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. She snuggled deeper in the cushions of her couch. Maybe a sip of water would help?

The cooking show on Channel Nine was almost over as Ichabod Crane entered the house with an empty cup in his hand. Abbie's new roommate liked to spend sunsets on the porch, gently rocking on the swing with hot tea or a smooth bourbon as company.

"Mhm, Beef Wellington. Maybe I can prepare my mother's version for us this weekend?" Crane had learned to use the stove two weeks ago as he was recovering from the stab wound. "Apple pie as a sweet dish is a wonderful combination," Ichabod said glancing at the TV as he sat down in the comfortable wing chair he preferred most in Abbie's living room. "Miss Mills, are you well?"

Abbie unwrapped herself from the soft blanket and slipped to the edge of the couch. "You look pale."

"God, my head is exploding and I feel sick." Concentrating and breathing deeply, Abbie got up. But there was no way out. Her stomach revolted. Abbie rushed to the basement bathroom and threw up. Wave after wave of her supper emptied in the toilet bowl.

"Lieutenant!"

Dry gagging and heavy breathing.

"Miss Mills!"

She got up on weak knees and with tears in her eyes.

"Abbie!"

"I'm all right," she flushed, and reached for Crane's arm for support. "Damn."

"Is it over?" Ichabod asked concerned a hand stretched toward his partner, as Abbie rinsed her mouth and dried her tears.

"I hope so."

They both went back to the living room. Abbie sat on the couch, Ichabod close by. "That was a migraine attack," she explained, but Crane shook his head. "Huge headache out of nowhere combined with sickness. When I vomit it's over."

"I understand."

"I haven't had one in years," Abbie cleared her throat. It felt rough and she swallowed carefully. She allowed herself to relax against her partner's shoulder for a few moments. His long arm wrapped around her back felt good. His embrace soothed her shaking.

"How is your head?"

"Better."

"And your stomach?"

"Empty," Abbie laughed gently, and bumped softly into Crane. "I'll drink a glass of water and go to bed," she whispered. "Can you lock the doors and switch off the lights when you go to bed?"

"Of course."

With a weak smile Abbie said good night and went upstairs. She took a hot shower which relaxed her even more.

As she snuggled under her duvet there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Abbie was happily surprised. Crane stood in the doorframe only wearing a very long cotton nightdress, the hem touching his bare calves. Unfortunately there was no night cap on his head and a candle in his hand. But she was relieved that Crane had relaxed in her home so much that he could step in front of her out of his full uniform.

"I made you a tea with honey for your throat." Only now Abbie saw the steaming cup in his hands.

"Thanks, Crane."

Ichabod stepped closer and placed the tea onto the nightstand. "Sleep well, Lieutenant." He smiled and was on his way back to his own room but turned around one more time.

"I never tried Beef Wellington. Make a list and we do grocery shopping tomorrow after work."

"My pleasure, Miss Mills," Ichabod replied with a slight bow.

"Sweet dreams, Crane."