In light of Joe dying (which by the way I felt was unnecessary) and it being the season finale heres a new chapter. Enjoy.


Ichabod POV

It had been a long two months without Abbie. I missed her dearly; life was not the same without leftenant around. For the first month I no longer ate or slept. My food was trying to find any clue to see if I could bring her back or at least go to her and be there with her. Sleep was something for those who had no cares in the world, for those who could fight their battles another day. I didn't have time to waste where ever she was she could be hurt, tortured, time could be moving faster there. I would not let the mere thought that she was dead in my head. She was alive, but I am human and thoughts of her demise seeped in my head. Miss Jenny was not the same either; she blamed herself for her sisters…disappearance. Mr. Corbin and I made sure she didn't drive herself mad like I was. I kept my madness hidden behind the walls of the house and spines of books.

Month two I was just not living anymore, I believe it was my turn to fall to the maddening ache of having Miss Mills gone from my eyes and touch but as faith would have it and loved to torment me she was everywhere around me. I would think I see her walking by, everything in the home we shared reminded me of her, and she invaded my sleep like no other. The minute I rested my eyes, after being forced by Miss Jenny, I saw her. She was fighting, I ran over to her to block the strike she didn't see coming but I was rooted to the ground. I saw the other person land the blow and Abbie went flying to the floor and blood came out of her mouth as her attacker smiled over her. He bent to her and whispered something, that second she got back up. She looked so beautiful, her hair was her new short style, the muscles in her arms were more defined and her shapely legs helped show off her curves, she was a goddess in movement. It was like watching her in slow motion as she brought down her opponent. She gleefully looked down at him and laughed but suddenly looked in my direction. Once again I tried to go to her but couldn't move. There was a white flash and I woke up with a start, rubbing my hands down my face I throw my legs out of the bed. I feel nausea, I saw her and she was happy where she was. Would it be selfish to pull her from that to have her to myself, to have her keep fighting this battle? The nausea struck again and I made my way down to the kitchen when a searing pain struck my head and everything was white. I felt my heart rate speed up, I don't know how long I was like that, then suddenly everything was black and quiet, the pain was gone. Slowly blinking my eyes open, it was blurry, but as I kept blinking I noticed that I was on the floor and there was something in my line of vision. Taking a deep breath I opened my eyes to find Abbie laying on the floor right next to me, her face mere inches from mine.

"Abbie?"