A/N: Strong Language.
A/N: Lyrics in Bold are an Alternative Version of "All Around me" By the Band Flyleaf.
"I can feel her all around me,
Purifying the rage I'm feeling,
Locking up all the memories I've been keeping,
Hiding a Heart that cannot heal"
Part of Tom wanted to watch, but he couldn't. He knew that, her character Abbie Died Early. In the first half an hour. He told himself to watch. He knew that Lyndie and Katia would be Texting him any minute now. Tom and Orlando had also kept in touch, but not as much. After Orlando's Character Died, Tom had wanted to meet up. But Orlando told him he had castings to go to.
Never one to push himself on others, Tom Texted Orlando once a Month. He always got a Reply, but the awakwardness would always shine through the screen. Tom told himself that he was lucky to be getting Texts at all from Orlando. Tom was woken from his thoughts with a Text from his Potential New Witness, Actress Jessica Camacho.
Before he looked at the message he scanned down his messages. Nearing the end of Season Three, he'd done this Three to four times a Day. Still nothing...
From her.
He was invited to the Season Three after Party. He looked up the finale on Phone. He'd have to Fake his way out of the Questions and nod in all the right places. When he got there he was immediately hugged by his TV Wife Katia. Unlike her character, her hair was cut short and blonde. She wore a White Dress with a Studded leather jacket. She Squessed his Shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. Katia was Beautful and charming. But she was dull in comparison...to her.
Tom cringed Inwardly as her lips lingered on him. The was a Projection Screen on the far side of the room. He talked to Katia, stirring her towards it. It wasn't long before they were joined by John Cho and and John Noble. As they watched Season Three, Tom was sure that the fan reaction would get better.
"Ichabod and the FBI, Abbie being your Labrador. Katrina working her wonders...I bet you can't wait for Season Four Huh?" John Cho said.
"Excuse me, Labrador?" Tom asked.
He could feel anger bubbling inside him, but it turned to confusion when he felt Katia's hand brush against his thigh. It was a Smooth come on, but Tom moved himself away from her.
"I'm getting a call" Tom getting getting out his phone in rapid speed, and weaving through Executives and Producers, dressed as Damsels and Some of the four Horsemen. Tom raced to door and opened it with a sigh breathing in Cigarette Night Life Smoke. Absent mindedly he looked at his phone anyway.
A brief search wouldn't hurt...
"Hey are you the Mighty Ichabod Crane?" he heard someone aske.
"Uhh...in one sense, yes..." Tom said. He paused and Grinned when he saw who the voice belonged to.
"Are we too Manly to do bear Hugs?" Tom asked.
"It's dark...so I think we can get away with it" Orlando said.
Looking around, Tom Crept forward and brought Orlando towards him. As he hugged him he smelled cologne, and wondered what his Ex Co-star had been doing since he left. Seconds later, Both Men Pulled away from each other and smoothed down their Clothes.,
"Are you still angry at me? what have you been up to?" Tom asked.
"You mean since Sleepy Hollow fired me? I'm looking at Pilots...And I'm not angry, not at you" Orlando said with a nod.
"That's Brillant, That's fantastic!...At both points" Tom said with a Firm nod.
"Are you thirsty?" Orlando asked.
Tom wasn't but any excuse to spend time with Orlando was needed. Orlando was the total opposite of his Character Captain Irving. He was funny and Extroverted with a Prankster Playful streak that the cast constantly had to be aware of. They went to a local Bar and Tom asked him why he wasn't at the Finale Party.
"I wasn't invited. I didn't expect it...not after I let loose on Twitter" Orlando said.
"I wouldn't know, I've avoided Twitter like the Plague" Tom admitted.
"Ah Tom Don't. Our Sleepyheads Tell us how it really is" Orlando said playing the table, like a Drum.
"Yeah...that's what I'm afraid of" Tom told him as Orlando ordered them Cocktails. As Orlando was talking to the Curvy Bubbly Waitress, Tom glanced around the Bar. Before his eyes set on her.
Or was it her? Was it really her?
Tom could have sworn it was her. That Familiar slow nod of the head, when something interested her. Her hand reached out her partner at the table. Tom looked at the Guy she was talking to. He looked buff and in shape with rolled a up Purple Shirt which showed off his Muscular arms.
"Tommy are drinks are here!" Orlando said thanking the waitress.
Tom rose up from his chair and started calling out her name, much to the bemusement of Orlando.
"Nic? Nic? We're over here!" Tom shouted.
"Tom what are you doing? She's not here"
"Nic, I know that's you. I'd like to talk, maybe somewhere else..more upbeat and Popular" Tom said, looking around at the empty chairs.
He watched the couple get up to leave. He almost made a Step forward when Orlando blocked him. Tom watched the couple Leave, and made his way to the other exit.
He got out his phone and started dialling. Orlando came out with both of their Drinks.
"Orlando...I'm not in the mood for a Drinking session" Tom said staring at her name.
"Sure Tom, but your in the Mood to scare couples away and insult a really cute Waitress" Orlando said using the red straw to sip his own drink.
"I could have sworn..."
"Here have this Drink. It might turn your ass sane. You'll love the name of it" Orlando said.
"Well, Captain...is the name...Keep it real?" Tom asked.
"No"
"Sleepy Bottle?" Tom asked.
"Nah too lame. It's called "Death in the Night" Good for us, because Sleepy Hollow is full of Night Horrors and Death" Orlando said.
"Don't I know it. We should go back to the Club"
"Sure thing" Orlando said.
"We should ask around. I've got google, and I can start by asking that charming waitress if she's seen the Delightful Abbie Mills" Tom said.
"Tom have you lost your mind?" Orlando asked. "I've heard she's in California. There's no need to feel Guilty. Nic chose to leave"
"But did she really?" Tom asked.
"Yeah" Orlando said softly.
"I should have told her things. I should have got in her head. I should have listened to her and sat her down at some point. If that was her why here? Why now? What should I have said?" Tom asked.
Orlando bit his lip and patted Tom on the back.
"Tommy it wasn't your fault. She blocked you out. She barely spoke to any of us in the end" Orlando said.
"Have you heard from her?" Tom asked.
Orlando looked at him like he'd just asked for a kiss. It wasn't a crazy Question. In earlier seasons Tom saw their Brother and Sister Relationship. He'd been Jealous of Orlando. To a Point. But If anyone was going to hear from her, it would be Orlando.
"I haven't heard a Peep" Orlando said.
"Honestly?" Tom asked.
"Honestly. If I had you'd be the first to know. I know how badly..."
"I do" Tom said without even hearing what his Ex Co-star had to say.
"Come on Tommy drink up and I'll take you home" Orlando said.
For Tom, Home was Hotel on Peakton Avenue. It was supposed to be a Five Star place, but everytime Tom walked to Reception the mould on the walls reminded him other wise. As Orlando Stopped the car, Tom leaned foward and put his hand on Orlando's Chest.
"I'll make it up to you with a Better Evening. Thanks for putting a Stop to my Craziness"
"Get some sleep. Then you'll wake up and see Reality" Orlando said with a nod.
"I don't know if I want to Captain. A Reality without her is..." Tom stopped talking. He got out of the car and waved his Phone at Orlando as a goodbye. As Tom walked up the Hotel steps, Orlando felt safe enough to make a call.
"Hi. Hey Nic You've got him spooked for sure. We've gotta Take Gonzalez out for a Real Drink that Dude can ACT! I'll catch up with you soon"
He ended the call and looked up at Tom's Hotel, and wondered if Tom would get any sleep tonight...