A/N: It's been a while since I've been on the Fan Fiction Express (Three Years to be exact…) and after the heartache that was the death of King Arthur in Merlin, I have found another ship to sail—Ichabbie! I have been watching Sleepy Hollow since the beginning and the first season hadn't really done anything to make me think Ichabbie was a possibility (until the finale's purgatory hug), however this season the writers more than make up for it;)))) I am stoked for the possibilities after seeing the moments that Ichabod and Abbie share, because I am a believer that Ichabod only thinks he loves Katrina still because she is rudimentary piece of who he was 200 years ago. He is following what he thinks is love for his wife, but really he's just following habit and making himself believe he loves her as he once did. Sorry Ichy but that love's icky. Those talks and those moments, yeah we've all been noticing them. It's all gonna lead to combustion, inevitably. unfortunately, for right now, I'll just have to write what I want to see. Also, since Ichabod is still 'In-Love' with his wife(…hasn't death—a 200 year old one at that—done them apart?) he hasn't come to realize that while he may not be in love with Abbie, he feels more deeply for her than a simple friend/fellow witness connection to her. Either way, I have nothing against Katrina I just don't ship her with Ichabod (she and the HOD/Abraham are a pretty good match eh?)Btw, Katrina is a little off to me, something isn't wired right in her brain, and she is extremely befuddled. There's no room in my fandom ocean to sail that ship. Okay, now to the point relevant to the story…until Ichabod acknowledges he like of Abbie I will (attempt) to write some fictions to go along with the season that revolve around Ichabbie. Fair warning though, I have a think for the jealous type to Ichabod is not an exception…..
2x05: In which a shift occurs
He was keeping an eye on her, as any well to do partner should. One moment she was speaking with the…gentleman— he loathed to use the term—Holly, speaking about what, he knew not. Despite his reservation about the man, he knew she was in sufficient company.
The next moment when he scanning the impossible mass of books searching for a clue as he subconsciously wondered whether to tell her about the letter he received from Katrina. Of course he should, they are partners and they keep nothing from each other. He looks up a book in his hand and doesn't see her where she was standing a moment ago…He hears a gunshot. They only person who would be authorized to use such in an establishment of books, is his fellow witness.
Fairly alarmed, quickly walks in the general direction of the sound.
"Leftenant?" he turns a bookshelf corner just in time to see her arms flail as she is drug into a murky black pit in the ground. Ichabod quickly runs to the supernatural hole, dropping the book he'd found in the process. "NO!" He drops to his knees calling into the darkness, "LEFTENENT! LEFTENENT!" He can see motion, she is struggling, Abigail is struggling. "LEFTENANT!" Finally, Ichabod reached an arm into the abyss, searching for her, hoping to reach her. He strains, and he reaches, he leans, and he searches, until at last—he feels hands grasp at his own. Then all at once they are gone. God no! He reaches again, leaning further—almost running the risk of his own peril. He reaches more, wishing with everything in him that his arms where of greater length. He will not let her go; it will not it end like this.
He finds a greater strength within himself and plunges his arms into the depths once more and…Glory to all that is holy, he manages to grasp her hand once more. He has no intention of letting go until he has pulling her completely from her watery prison. He drags her up by her shoulders and pulls her out just in the same moment the pit sucks itself to a close. He turns back to her, laying there, eyes closed. He calls out to her.
"Leftenant?" She does not move. Why? Could she be…, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." He grabs her face in his hands to turn her towards himself. "Abbie!" He thinks to himself that this cannot be the end. She isn't supposed to die, she can't die and yet she answers not his cries. It is in this moment that Ichabod realizes he knows the true meaning of fear. The idea of living in this as yet, still foreign world seems impossible, continuing to fight the War…even more so. He needs her, she just can't die. Faintly he hears the sound of running.
"What are you waiting for!? Give her mouth to mouth man!"
"She's drowned!" He hears himself tell the man as he is pushed from Abigail's side. He watches with bated breath as Holly turns her face to breathe into her mouth, then proceeds to pump her chest as though drawing water from a spigot. She is dying, possibly already dead and he applies these actions!?
"Come on, Come…" Hollow listens to her chest as Ichabod continues to watch, discombobulated from the events taking place. Once more, he attaches his lips to hers and breathes air into her mouth.
"Please, please." Ichabod finds himself saying, deciding to believe with all his heart that Holly's efforts will revive his fellow witness. There is no alternative.
No sooner does he say this that Abigail is coughing up the water of which she had ingested. Her eyes are open and she is moving! She is breathing! Alive! She looks shocked and surprised. She gasps for air like a life line, and though she currently appears as a drowned rat, she is quite easily one of the most beautiful visions he has ever bared witness to.
For now, she has been saved.
It is not until later, after the ambulance and medics arrive, that Ichabod thinks on what had transpired. He watches her receive medical attention; she looks rather worn he notices. He stands beside Holly, the man that saved her live, the man that had in all actually, given her the breath that she breathes. Where gratitude should have been felt in immense overpowering waves, he could only feel it slightly ebbing and flowing in the recess of his mind. It was thwarted by a larger, darker, more angered force? No…it was not anger, it was…jealousy? But, why? He had saved her life. She lives from the actions of Holly, perhaps this was it. He duty is to protect her, to ensure her safety so that together they may ensure the safety of mankind…but he had failed.
She could have died, would have, had Mr. Holly not been present. It angered him. It angered him to recall being pushed to the sidelines as he was useless in the endeavor to revive her, he called the fact that Holly had put his lips against Abig—the Leftenant's. It was a kiss of sorts, a kiss of life, a kiss of revival, a kiss that bothered Ichabod much more than he felt comfortable to admit. He did not like it. His fingers curled in his fist to think of it. It will not occur again. In the event of reoccurrence—he will work hard to make sure it never does—he will be prepared to rescue his partner. Not that he was assuming she'd need rescuing again as he was sure she would not too much appreciate such an assumption.
"I gotta go see a guy about a thing." He hears Holly's voice as he continues to stare at the Leftenant. "You got this right?"
Ichabod nods, solemn. "I do indeed." He does not look in the direction of Holly, until he hears his departing words.
"And you're welcome." Ichabod ignores the man and watched until the medical attends vacate the area before approaching Ms. Mills.
"Well, you look none the worse for wear." He tried to say in a light slightly jesting tone. Hoping to somewhat lighten the darkness that hung over them like a reminder the each of their mortality.
The Leftenant responded in similar jest. She smiles, "Water logged but back in action."
"Thankfully." He says this with utmost sincerity. They share a moment. One of which Ichabod had grown somewhat accustomed to, it was peaceful and companionable. It had not words, nor required any. It simply consisted of staring into the deepest pools of chocolate covered iris he had ever seen…
It was not until it was relevant that Ichabod remembered he had received a letter from Katrina that day.
A/N: Kinda short but yeah. So what do you think? (PS. I have no beta so errors with appear in abundance)Like it? Hate it and wanna burn it? Let me know. Reviews feed the chapter writing fires and feedback gets more stylized writing. The next chapter will pick up in the same Episode but a different Ichabbie moment. Also, what rating should I give this? For now I'll stick with T, I have big plans for next chapter though…R&R
