A/N: Hey. I don't know who WASN'T an Ichabod and Abbie fan since the first episode of the first season. That is why I write this. I have made a fanfic similar to this on a different TV show.

It is sort of like a deleted scene.

After every episode, I try to come up with an Ichabod and Abbie Moment. Each and every chapter being different. But connected to the episode.

So, without any further ado, here is the first chapter!

Takes place after "Root of all Evil"

Chapter 1: Dark Hearts

"Again, silence in the matter of my wife is most telling. Do you believe I should not have allowed her to stay with the horseman?" ~Ichabod Crane

"... Leftenant... Leftenant... Abbie!"

Abbie blinked, before her sights returned to the concerned face of Crane. "Yes?"

He eyed her curiously, "Are you alright?'

Another few blinks to clear her mind, "Yes. I'm... I'm still recovering. Long day, you know." Abbie smiled reassuringly before turning from him, almost getting lost in her thoughts again.

Before she could, Crane continued.

"Speaking of recovering... What were your intended thoughts for that silver coin?"

Abbie turned back to him, confusion easily read on her face, "What?"

"You were affected by it too. I could see it in your eyes." Crane said, staring at her intently, saying he wasn't dropping this subject.

"I'm sorry?" Abbie questioned, still confused.

"Miss Jenny's intentions by using the coin, was to hunt down the Captain of the sheriff department. And when we got the coin out of Jenny's grasp, I saw that look in your eyes." Crane explained.

"A look." Abbie said in disbelief.

"Don't deny it. You were drawn to that coin, and so I ask again, what did you see, or feel when the coin was within your reach?" Crane asked.

Abbie sighed, "It doesn't matter. What's done is done. My sister is safe, and everyone is alive. End of story."

Crane looked at her, an eyebrow arched up.

Abbie groaned in frustration, "It's nothing. I saw nothing. Ok? Some things are good staying in the dark."

Then, Crane asked the question she had been trying so hard to avoid.

"It was about my wife, wasn't it?"

Abbie's eyes met his, stern and frustrated.

"I, once again, take your silence as a yes." Crane said.

"It wasn't about her." Abbie said, a little embarrassed, turning away from him.

"Well. If it isn't that... Then..." Crane asked curiously.

Abbie paced nervously, "Can we just drop this?"

"No. We cannot just drop this." Crane said sternly.

Abbie stared at him for a second, before pacing again in small circles. "Do you remember when we went to rescue Katrina from your son and the headless horseman?"

"Quite vividly. Why?" He answered immediately.

"Do you remember what we went through? All we went through to save her? And for what? You just left her." Abbie said, slowly approaching him.

Crane closed the distance in a challenging stance, "You think I left her willingly?"

"Well Crane, it very much looks like it." Abbie answered, accepting the challenge.

For the first time, Crane's anger rose so much, he could have hit her.

Concealing the urge, Crane swiftly turned from her, taking a few steps away, almost seeming to growl in frustration.

"And you said this wasn't about my wife." Crane reminded her, in the calmest voice he could muster.

'Yes. It's not about her." Abbie said.

"Then why do you strike out at her like that?" Crane turned to her again.

"See. This is why some things are better left in the dark." Abbie said, before turning away from him.

"No no no no no." Crane chanted, grabbing her arm, and turning her back to him, almost in a jerking motion, "You do not get to walk away from this. You started something. Now I ask, in the... Most kindest voice... That you continue."

"Why? Why continue this? If I had that coin..." Abbie paused, holding in her dark desires.

"What? If you had the coin, what? What else would you have done besides insult my wife..."

"If you hadn't killed me by then..." Abbie started before taking a deep breath, calming her voice, "I would have told you that your 200-year-old wife wouldn't have been the only one who still had feelings for you."

Long, long silence.

Crane looked down, giving Abbie the advantage to break free of his grasp.

He was in thought for a while, before his features softened, then nodded in understanding.

"I... Apologize, for my blindness, Leftenant. I... Do not mean to use my wife, as an excuse to ignore your attention." Crane said slowly, still in thought.

Abbie was taken aback, he... Understood her?

"You're... Not mad?" Abbie asked aloud.

He looked at her, "Of course not, Abbie. I may be over 200 years old, and may not know much about this... New era... But I do respect the personality of... Women. Back in my era, this would be considered... Well..."

"Cheating." Abbie finished for him. "I get it. I'm not trying to get in between the two of you. I respect your loyalty too. But I was just telling you my effect the coin had on me. Nothing more. It probably would have ben much worst if I did have the coin." Abbie said.

Crane nodded in agreement, reflecting back on the argument.

"But. Just so you know. It's not that I like you... I just think we share a strong friendship." Abbie said.

"A stronger bond. I couldn't agree more, Leftenant. Shall we... Make a promise, and not speak of this to anyone. Especially my wife." Crane said, holding out a hand.

Abbie smiled, "Couldn't agree more."

The two shook hands, sealing another compromise.

A/N: So. This is my first chapter to get this story on a roll.

I hope you enjoyed this. I will update again after the next new episode!

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~Wolflover235