Hello all! I've finally decided to try my first "Sleepy Hollow" fic. It's been awhile since I've written anything, but I've been so inspired by great vic on here that I can't help myself. I will admit, I'm hesitant to write a full fic because I'm not sure I'd capture Ichabod's voice correctly. Anywho, I absolutely adore this show and am wholeheartedly shipping Ichabbie. This may be either a stand-alone one shot or a series of linear one-shots. Follows the events of 1.10.
Abbie and Ichabod drove back to Corbin's cabin in silence, each of them processing the message Moloch had delivered. The look of sheer terror she'd seen at the station on Crane's face made her heart race. She gripped the steering wheel tighter and released a tense breath.
Ichabod chanced a glance over at her, seeing the tension not only on her face, but in her posture.
"Lieutenant?" he said softly, clearing his throat, "are you alright?"
Abbie shifted in her seat somewhat, her eyes briefly meeting his. She needed to stay strong. He already had enough on his plate, what with learning his wife was a witch who beared a son he'd never know. And now he was supposed to deliver her soul to Moloch? No. She wouldn't give in to the fear she felt. Because she knew once that happened, she'd let her guard down. That's what Moloch wanted, right? Well it wasn't gonna happen.
"Miss Mills?" she heard him speak her name again, interrupting her train of thought.
"I'm fine, Crane. Just...processing things," Abbie said, never taking her eyes off the road. Ichabod watched as she squared her shoulders again, her doe eyes showing resolve. Anyone else would've left it alone. But these last few weeks with Miss Mills had taught him better. He'd learned to read her quite well. Perhaps telling her everything Moloch had said wasn't the best route. Then again, she was his fellow Witness. His friend. His confidant. He hadn't any other choice but to tell her.
They pulled into the driveway of the cabin, Abbie putting the car in park and shutting the engine off. She leaned back in her seat, staring down at her hands. Anywhere but into Crane's eyes. She couldn't bear to see it again. It being pain, anguish, and fear. She couldn't bear it because deep down, beneath the tough facade she'd perfected so well over the years, she felt the same way. And if she admitted it, she just might crumble.
He gazed over at her, trying her best to look occupied at her fingernails. He reached over to her, covering one of her small hands with his own.
"Abbie..." her name escaped Ichabod's lips easily, his voice soft on her ears. He swallowed over the lump in his throat. She finally turned toward him, the tone in his voice compelling her to do so.
"It's going to be alright, you know," he promised, his blue eyes boring into her brown. She felt her eyes welling with tears, cursing her emotions for getting the best of her. "I know you're frightened. I'm afraid I'm to blame for that. But I'm certain that we can overcome this demon. Together." Abbie blinked away unshed tears, averting her eyes briefly to compose her thoughts.
"Crane...I'm scared." There. She'd done it. Allowed herself be vulnerable around this man for the millionth time since his arrival in town. No one else, except maybe Corbin, had ever gotten that privilege. Her unwavering trust in him went against the rules. Against everything she'd learned in life after being abandoned by so many. Four months with an 18th century stranger and she'd foolishly forgotten those things.
"I know," Ichabod squeezed her hand, noting how perfectly it fit in his. "I am as well. But I give you my word, Miss Mills. I won't let any harm befall you. Not as long as I'm alive and breathing."
Abbie nodded in understanding, the sincerity of his words causing her fears to subside somewhat. "Thank you, Crane. That means a lot to me." Abbie replied, glancing at their still intertwined hands. It felt safe in his. Secure. And something else she wasn't quite ready to decipher yet.
Ichabod cleared his throat, giving her a small grin and breaking her train of thought. "Well...I'll see you tomorrow then?"
She smiled back at him, slowly removing her hand from his, noting how cold it suddenly felt.
Abbie found his cobalt eyes unwavering, still watching her. She felt her stomach do an odd flip. Nerves, she mused. "Yep. Tomorrow."
I'd love to hear what y'all think! Shall this be it? I've got a few ideas up my sleeve on where I could go from here, nothing written yet. Please do review, thanks for reading :-)
