Name: Bound by Blood (working title)
Rating: T but may change to M
Characters: A lot.
Summary: While investigating a strange case of a ghost ship sighted in the Hudson, Abbie and Ichabod find an old book of legends containing Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman. Ichabod soon finds out the truth of what really happened to his older brother James, who was believed to have defected to join a band of pirates.
Disclaimers/Warnings: I do not own Sleepy Hollow (to my greatest regret) or Pirates of the Caribbean. Yep, this is a crossover, and if prompted to move it I will, but I'm a viewswhore and I figure it may get more attention if I keep it in the Sleepy Hollow archive instead of the Crossover one. Also, it should be noted that this idea is not a TFP© original. I was inspired to start this story while browsing deviantArt. I came across this pic by Gracious-Anne: gracious-anne dot deviantart dot com / art / Bound-by-Blood-By-Blood-Undone – 417949482. Also, I know the timelines of the two series don't exactly line up. Here's the thing: I'm okay with that. This story is being written so that the Pirates series happens about 30 years later than it actually does, so it lines up with Ichabod's timeline (something far less flexible imho). My final disclaimer is that I haven't ever really done (or even really ever liked) crossover fics. This is my first foray into this kind of thing, and I welcome constructive criticism, but not asshole flaming comments.
The Hessians were putting up a hell of a fight.
The portal behind them was a giant, gaping black hole ripped from the wall. Abigail Mills could only assume the room behind it had been destroyed, as the huge, evil black nothingness sucking up the contents of this room seemed to stretch on forever.
It was fucking chaos. The wind whipping through the small office was knocking the bullets off aim, sending them bouncing around the room. Even as Ichabod dove into the closet, she threw herself under the nearest desk. Somewhere behind her, she could hear Jenny and Irving running for cover as well.
From the direction of the portal came a thundering roar.
The Hessians were yelling in rapid, panicked German, and a moment later she heard the agonized scream of one, followed by another roar.
Swallowing, Abbie scooted to the end of the desk and peeked around the leg.
The Germans were scrambling now, trying to get away from the massive, clawed hand crushing the life out of their comrade. Abbie swore she saw a gleaming eye in the portal as she rolled back behind the doubtful safety of the metal desk.
She could tell it was Crane who suddenly flung himself down beside her without looking. "Leftennant, did you see-"
"Yeah. How do we stop this thing, Crane?"
Gunfire erupted over their heads again, causing the two Witnesses to duck and cover their heads. Abby looked up in time to see her sister, face set in an expression of cold determination before she disappeared behind her cover again, just in time for the wall above her head to explode in a shower of plaster and splinters.
"Mills," Irving's voice crackled in her earpiece, haggard and furious. "You or English have a plan yet?"
"Yep." She leaned around the desk again, and emptied her clip into the arm holding the limp Hessian. Sizzling black blood spurted from where the bullets hit, but the creature seemed to not even notice. And now, something much larger than an arm was trying to push through the hole. Cussing as she felt the desk behind her and Crane rattling over the floor, towards the hole. "Move Crane, move!" She shoved against his shoulder, and they scrambled away from their protection just in time. The desk suddenly lifted and flew through the air, slamming into the wall next to the hole. It looked, for a moment, like the desk was stuck to a massive magnet. Then there was an ominous creak before the wall supporting the desk fell completely away, widening the portal.
Fuck fuck fuck, that's a huge fucking skull.
Abbie reloaded and took aim at the massive head, bracing herself as the vortex tried to suck her in as well. She unloaded her clip again, and felt bullets ripping by her face from Jenny and Irving. Ichabod was crouched behind the only remaining desk in the office, and was frantically pulling sheaves of note paper from his pockets.
How long ago had they sat in the archives, making those notes? Was it really only that morning?
That look of triumph, the one she loved so fucking much, brightened his face but before she could ask what was up, he shot out from behind the desk and bolted…
Right toward the portal.
He ducked and weaved through the flying debris, the bullets, and dropped to the ground in a perfect home-plate-slide when the demon's giant fist swept towards him.
He didn't, however, see the heavy military boot swinging right at his face before it was too late.
As his hand clamped around the thick staff and yanked it from the ground, one of the Hessians leaped out from his hiding spot and drop-kicked the Revolutionist in the face.
Time seemed to slow down for Abbie, and for a moment it felt like she'd suddenly been submerged into a pool of icy water. She couldn't hear, she couldn't breathe, she could only watch as Ichabod's head snapped back trailing an arc of blood before he collapsed on his back and lay there, unmoving.
The Hessian took aim, snapping his rifle to his shoulder, his mouth twisted in a cruel sneer as he aimed for Ichabod's heart. Before she could lift her own gun, something silver flew into her peripheral vision, and the next moment, a sword had embedded itself in the gunman's chest.
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