Witness Conception
Canonish/AU
Pandora calls to Abbie, tempting and taunting until she steps into the box. Ichabod watches horrified. She has sacrificed enough. I shall not lose her again. Not when our eternal love is this obvious. He leaps into the box and embraces her body to him. He holds her head to his chest with his large, gentle hand. "My heart belongs to you and I will not walk this journey alone," he declares.
"If this is my last breathe, know that I love and have loved you with my whole heart," Abbie returns with equal passion gripping his shoulders under his coat.
They hold fast to each other and their declared love enduring the evil forces violently swirling around until hope takes root within them and expels them from the box. They land across the room and against a wall. The box seals evil away from humanity and reduces Pandora and The Hidden One to dust and ash.
Abbie and Ichabod gasp and jolt awake. Their legs are tangled together and they are clutching each other in desperation. Jenny clamors into the chambers, "Thank God…I thought I lost you both," she cries.
"We made it-together," Abbie rasps from underneath Crane.
He lifts himself off her sprawled body to allow her to breath, "I believe our witness bond and dare I say our love enhanced our ability to survive," Crane explains.
"Finally…say that again for those that don't believe in the back," Jenny laughs through her tears.
They return home and drag their battle weary bodies up the stairs and fall into the nearest bed. Abbie curls into his embrace and Ichabod tucks her under his chin. They surrender to slumber. The only sounds within the room: their steady breathing and a rhythmic heartbeat.
The changes are subtle. She worked a crime scene with forensic specialist who explained the significance of the blood splatter pattern. "Thank you, but," Abbie interrupted by raising her hand with an index finger extended.
The team worked in the Archives researching a ceremonial knife Jenny recovered. Ichabod launched into a historical rant of epic length. Abbie hopped onto the table before him, ran her fingers through his chestnut waves kissing him slow and tender halting his speech. He responded to the group when she released his mouth, "Forgive my excessive explanation. I am confident you grasped the significance without the detailed back story." They snickered in amusement.
Crane and Abbie stood in the men's section of TJ Maxx. "The nightgown and smalls have got to go. This is nothing like the 'Devil's trousers'. The fabric is soft and roomy. We both know you need the room," she smirks.
"Very well, after thorough examination I will select the appropriate alternatives," he looks down at her smiling face. There is nothing I will not do to keep a smile on her face.
She reaches into his coat and caresses his ass, "Thank you Baby. I need tee's…meet you up front."
Secure in the dressing room, Abbie struggles to pull on yet another t-shirt before looking at her reflection in the full length mirror. She notices her already ample breast spill over, and out the sides of the bra. The button on her jeans is one sneeze away from bursting off and flying across the room. She squints her eyes closed and turns to the side. She peeks one eye open and stares at her protruding belly. Clearly I have not been paying attention.
TBC…maybe…you decide