Ch4 Heavenly Intervention (Clean)
Heavenly Intervention
~England
1~~~ Flight
The 5am alarm came much too soon. Ichabod and Abbie were beat after a long day and less than four hours of sleep. But there was no time to hit the snooze. It was a quick shower, and a cup of coffee later, when the Cab showed up.
Jenny woke when the cab horn blew. "You guys are really going to England? And you didn't invite me?"
"Yup. Maybe you can come next time."
"Definitely," Jenny said giving Abbie a somber look. "Oh, and I need to talk to you about something when you get back."
"Is it serious?" Abbie wasn't sure if she should be concerned. "We can talk now."
"No, it can wait," Jenny assured her.
"Okay," Abbie gave her sister a quick hug. "Oh, I have something for you." She grabbed Jenny's letter from her dresser. "It's from Corbin. It was in the vault."
"Thanks, Abs." She said giving her sister another hug. "I'll see you when you get back."
Abbie had been right about the boots, but Ichabod refused to give her the satisfaction. She tried not to giggle at his discomfort while struggling to get them off then back on again. He did look quite handsome in his casual dress pants, with a grey shirt and blazer. His hair was pulled back in the cutest man bun. She tried not to stare, though a lot of other women, weren't trying nearly so hard.
Ichabod was all eyes on Abbie. Her fitted jeans perfectly accentuated her rear, and her burgundy leather Jacket matched her ankle boots, that easily slid off then on again. He grumbled under his breath when he noticed a couple of guys checking out her bum as she walked past them. He got his boots back on as quickly as he could so he could stand by her side and keep prying eyes off of her.
Ichabod was pleasantly surprised by the accommodations on the plane. They had been in line behind a gentleman who complained about the cramped space they would endure for the 8 hour flight. But this wasn't cramped at all. Leather pull out seats with console and private televisions.
"This is quite unexpected." He remarked. " I fail to see why that gentleman was complaining."
"That's because this is first class, and he's in coach." Abbie said matter of factly. "Gotta pay big for a comfortable ride."
"Shameful, that such a separation is made based on finance, when everyone is aboard the same vessel."
"Says the man who lived in a society based on nobility verses peasants." She gave him a smirk.
"Point taken." He conceded as they found their seats.
"You can take the window seat since it's your first time," she offered. As long as there's enough room for you to stretch those long legs."
"Yes." He said taking his seat. "Plenty of room."
"Good. I'm going to use the ladies room before we take off. Be right back."
Ichabod was fidgeting with the remote and poked around at the buttons of the console, and over head, when he heard the stewardess call to him. "Hi, my name is Krista. Can I help you with anything?"
"Oh... Uh Miss Krista... I was just familiarizing myself with my accommodations."
"Well, let me help you." She reached across him very seductively and grabbed the remote. "You can use the remote to select any movie from our list. This button over top," she reached her breast practically in his face, "that's for your oxygen mask. I'll go over everything before the flight takes off. Is there... anything... I can get for you?"
"No, we are good." Abbie said dryly from behind her, catching her off guard. "You're blocking my seat."
"Oh... Pardon me."
"You're excused." Abbie took her seat and watched as Krista walked away. Ichabod couldn't help but smile as he watched Abbie handle her. "What?"
"Well, you sounded a little, well you know..."
"What? Jealous?" Abbie wrinkled her face. "No. I'm just trying to keep you out of the mile high club on your first damn flight."
"And what, pray tell, is the mile high club? Are you a member?" Ichabod had no idea what she was talking about.
And now Abbie was regretting mentioning it. "It's nothing."
"Oh well, I'll just ask Miss Krista," he said and started to wave his hand.
"No, don't ask her that." Abbie swatted his hand down and took a deep breath. "Mile high club, it's a term that refers to people who have had sex on a plane... While it's flying." She tried to be as strait forward as possible.
But Ichabod was grinning ear to ear. "And?"
"And no, I'm not a member," Abbie blinked at him to make her point. "And you aren't going to be either. So drop it." Ichabod let out a laugh and Abbie followed suit, flicking her hand to swat his chest.
It was small talk after that until the plane was ready for take off. Ichabod tried to hide his nervousness but Abbie could sense it. Her hand was ready for his and he held it tight.
"You've taken on. Horseman, battled demons, and blown yourself out of a casket... You got this Crane."
"Your vote of confidence is most reassuring, Lieutenant." He smiled while sucking in a deep breath.
Abbie pointed out the window, not wanting him to miss anything. It was amazing and soon his nerves were calmed. He reclined his seat a little to relax. After a half an hour, Ichabod noticed Abbie was straining her little body to see out of the window. We waved her over to his lap so she could have a better view.
They were so comfortable together in moments like this; moments when she wasn't concerned about professionalism or being seen as the other woman; moments when he wasn't concerned with improprieties or emotional baggage.
Unfortunately they were interrupted by Krista, who was actually just being nosy. "We're serving breakfast in a few minutes."
"Thank you for the update." Ichabod responded, hoping that the moment hadn't been ruined. But of course it was gone. Abbie got up and sat back in her seat.
After breakfast Abbie grabbed a sleep mask. "We better get some sleep or the jet lag will catch up with us."
"Lieutenant, I was hoping we could talk first." He wanted to have this conversation about Orion before they got to England. "Yesterday in the vault, you mentioned that you knew about the Basilica... That Orion took you there. He also made a reference to Morocco..."
"Crane," Abbie cut him off. "We discussed that Orion gave me his Segil, so that we could stay in touch."
"Yes, but you never mentioned the Basilica or Morocco before." He continued. "You also did not seem surprised that Orion came to your rescue."
Abbie rolled her eyes. "I went demon hunting with Orion. He teleported us to Morocco, and we beat the evil demons. This is what he does... What he's been doing."
"He put you in danger?"
"No, I wanted to go. And besides, have you seen him fight with those halos? I was safe with him."
"And the Basilica?"
"Well, I found out about the Basilica, the Night you and Katrina had your date. I had this painting and a dead body to get rid of. Orion took me there and we destroyed it."
"Why did you not ask me for assistance?" Ichabod didn't get it.
"Because you were on a date. I didn't want to ask, nor did I think I should have to ask, you to cut things short to help me. I figured it out on my own, like I did the rest of the times you were with Katrina."
Her words stung, but Ichabod stung back. "Only you were not alone. You were with Orion."
"I couldn't sneak a body out of the morgue on my own," she whispered. "I needed a partner."
Her words hurt more than she could imagine. "I am your partner, Abbie."
"I know," she sighed and tried to explain. "But you were also a husband. And a lot of times, the two didn't work together. There were a lot of times, I had to work all day, and then pull all-nighters by myself because you needed to be with Katrina. I was tired."
"Then Orion came along and was eager to help. He put the battle against evil first. And I needed that." She patted his arm. "I hope you can be understanding of my situation, because I've had to be very understanding of yours." With nothing more to say she put on the ear phones, then her sleep mask over her eyes. She hoped that they could put an end to the subject. The last thing she wanted was for this to ruin their trip.
Ichabod was restless. He could not stop thinking about her words. Had his actions towards her been so troubling, that she felt he wasn't a good partner to her? Now the guilt was not solely based on his actions, but the knowledge that he had actually hurt Abbie. Jenny had said it was so, but to hear it from Abbie's own lips. He felt that whatever his ill feelings about her spending time with Orion, he must put them aside.
He put on the movie Planet of the Apes. It was one that he'd seen part of when he first awoke in the 21st century. He was reminded of how even in those first days Abbie cared for him. Even though she had just lost the person who was like a father to her, she took care of him. He cringed, knowing that he must have paled in comparison, when she was transported to his era.
She had said he'd been decent to her. But that was not enough in his eyes.
* He must have dozed off because Katrina was there again. She was accusing him of killing her, to get her out of the way, so that he could be with Abbie. She had blood running down her body and she was hysterical.
"You did this to me!" She screamed. "Murdered your wife so that you could have your lover!"
"No," Ichabod tried to explain. "You tried to kill her. I had to stop you!"
He turned around and found Abbie pleading with past Captain Crane to believe her. Col. Sutton was holding her, groping her... While Captain Crane turned a blind eye.
"Please, Crane! Help me!" Abbie cried out. But Captain Crane ignored her.
Ichabod had to save her, but when he tried, he was wrapped in tree roots, and Jeremy appeared. "You turned our back on our fellow Witness. Now she will rot in Purgatory where you abandoned her. *
The next thing he knew he was being gently prodded by Abbie. He had slept for four hours, which was much needed after the prior night's adventure.
"I thought you might want to see this," she pointed to the window. He looked out and saw the city of London below. His eyes widened at the sight of the River Thames, from so high above. And the city, so familiar yet so very different. It was strange and thrilling.
Coming around before the landing was a bit bumpy and Abbie lent Ichabod her hand for reassurance. She hadn't expected him to squeeze quite so tight. She winced, and he apologized before another set of tiny turbulence had him squeezing her hand again.
"I am... So very sorry Left..." He managed between holding his breath. She just grinned. The landing itself was very smooth and he let out a huge sigh of relief.
2~~~~ London
The airport was every bit as busy as New York, but Ichabod seemed more at ease. Perhaps it was being surrounded by the sounds of more familiar accents. They collected their luggage and headed towards exits. A driver was holding up a sign 'Mills/Crane' , and they headed in his direction.
"Miss Mills, Mr. Crane. My name is Theodore. I'll be your driver for today." He took their bags and showed them to the car. Abbie couldn't believe how they were being treated. This she could get used to. "We're going to start with a tour around London. If there is anywhere you wish to see, just let me know."
They drove around for quite a while. Ichabod was in full teacher mode explaining to Abbie how this used to be this, and that was once that. Occasionally they'd come across a building that was completely unchanged, and It was all Ichabod could to keep from giving Abbie its full history. She didn't mind one bit. It was her first time in London and she wanted to Osborn as much of the experience as she could.
"Tell me, Mr. Theodore, does GuildHall still stand?" Ichabod asked.
"Indeed it does, though not all of it has survived. It has been restored new buildings added." Theodore answered. "How about I take you there."
Ichabod's eyes lit up as he spoke to Abbie. "I believe that Guildhall is in the vicinity of an ancient Roman Amphitheater."
"We'll you are in for a treat Mr. Crane."
"How so?"
"They discovered the Roman Amphitheater you speak of. The Art Museum is open to the public, and it is located there." Theodore informed him looking through the rear view mirror.
It felt good to stretch their legs and walk around. Abbie could immediately tell that this place brought back memories for Ichabod. He stood straight and proud as he explained the history and significance of the 600 year old building. She could see the professor in him, as he explained what buildings had been destroyed, and what had been restored. Gone were the fidgety fingers. There was no lack of confidence that she would be completely enthused by his every word. He spoke of great trials and grand balls that were held there, before taking her hand and leading her to the museum.
"So these balls that were held," she questioned, "sounds like you were familiar with them."
"Yes." He smiled as he looked on, "as a young man I attended many a ball. I attended several here, due to my familial relations."
"Because you were a nobleman," she said in her very terrible fake accent.
He let out a soft laugh at her attempt, "Yes. But I readily left all that behind to become my own man."
Once inside the museum, He showed her a few of his favorite paintings, and then asked her to point out the ones she enjoyed. He was being quite the charmer. Their final stop was the basement, were they saw the ruins of the Roman Amphitheater. Ichabod was in history professor heaven, and Abbie was getting quite the education. The whole experience for her was moving.
3~~~~ Netherborne
It was getting late and both were famished. They left the museum and went back to the car, where Thomas was waiting with a package. "This is for you Mr. Crane." He handed him the package, then opened the door for them. In the back seat was a basket of muffins and bottled water.
"What hotel are we staying at?" Abbie asked, ready to put her feet up and rest.
"No hotel. You'll be staying at an Inn in Bedfordshire." Theodore informed them. "It's less than an hour's drive."
"Bedfordshire?" Ichabod looked up from the package. "My father's estate was just outside of Bedford."
"Yes, sir." Theodore smiled through the rear view mirror. "We are going to Netherbourne Estate." Ichabod fell silent.
"Everything okay, Crane?" Abbie could see his continence change.
"Yes... Everything is fine." After a moment he seemed fine again. He took a bite of muffin, then opened the package. "What is this?" He said in a whisper as he pulled out a journal, Birth Certificate, Driver's License, a permanent Work Visa, an NI Number, a Resume, and a list of references.
"Wow... Muriel said she'd provide you with the proper documents." Abbie looked through the papers.
"This is quite thorough," Ichabod said vaguely as he flipped through the journal. "Born August 18, 1984... Captain in the British Royal Army... Served four years. Married to Katrina Van Tassle 2011... It says here that while visiting New York a year ago, I was struck by a car... And suffered a head injury, causing an acute case of Objective Transference!"
Abbie couldn't help but giggle. "It's giving a plausible explanation for your existence. I'm sure a lot of time and thought went into giving you... A life."
"I suppose you're right, but it's all so strange."
"A lot less strange than telling people you're a 250 year old soldier, preserved by your witch wife."
"Indeed"
"So, Netherbourne..." Abbie was curious. "Is it one of those estates that gets passed down to the oldest male heir?"
"No, actually there are family estates on both my father and mother's sides, but not Netherbourne. My father made his own fortune and purchased the estate for my mother as a wedding gift. I grew up there. It was to be left to me, before I was disowned for siding with the Colonies during the Revolution."
"I'm surprised you never looked these places up online, just to see what they're like now."
"I actually did look into my mother's family Estate in Whales has been sold and converted into Condominiums. And my Father's Family Estate in Birmingham was destroyed in Bombings during World War 2. I never looked up Netherbourne. No need to open old wounds I figured."
"Is that it?" Abbie said pointing into the distance.
"Yes." Ichabod was in awe. "It's almost exactly as I remembered it."
The grounds were rolling hills, speckled with lush greenery and trees. A stream with a small stone bridge was in the distance. The house itself was a massive, beautiful, stone Elizabethan Manor. Abbie thought it was a cross between Longleat and Hardwick Hall. Ichabod complimented her keen eye for noticing the resemblances. He took her hand giving it a slight squeeze as they drew closer to the house. It had a lower floor with small windows, where the kitchen and servants quarters were located. The stone staircase led up to the main floor of the two story manor. The house featured large windows which ran the full length of the walls.
They were met at the entrance by Muriel, a blond woman in her mid-thirties. She had a very kind voice but she was very strict and to the point.
"Ichabod Crane and Grace Abigail Mills, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
Abbie shook her hand, "please call me Abbie."
"Ichabod will do nicely." He gave her a slight head nod.
"I hope that you found everything in order and agreeable." She said pointing to the documents.
"Yes... It is all quite thorough." Ichabod was still coming to grips with everything being thrown at him, when Muriel hit him with more surprises.
"We only have left to finalize the death certificate and then there is the matter of Mrs. Crane's life insurance..."
"Pardon me?" Ichabod's nearly choked.
"Rev. Knapp had me prepare for the possibility that you would chose to free Katrina from Purgatory. But do not worry, everything is handled." Muriel didn't skip a beat as they walked into the manor. "Since Rev. Knapp's death, I've been waiting for the two of you, so that I could assist you with your provisions. Ichabod, you will receive a small stipend from the estate. It's main floor and east wing have been converted into an Inn. The grand hall is often rented for balls, banquets, weddings and even a TV mini series once. The income will be steady." She showed them into the parlor.
"Excuse me, but why on earth would I receive an income from this estate?" Ichabod was perplexed.
"Because, you are the rightful heir, Ichabod."
"That is not possible! I was disowned!" Ichabod was insistent.
"When William Crane learned that you had gone missing, he was greatly grieved. He changed his will, and searched for you for years. He deeply regretted your estrangement."
"I had no idea." Ichabod was stunned.
"I have taken care to ensure that this place would be inherited by you. It has been spared being taken over by the government, or being sold off. This place has been guarded for you, for both of you."
"Wait, what does any of this have to do with me? I'm just here for moral support." Abbie insisted.
"Abbie, this has everything to do with you. I'm sure you will have a better understanding once you find the Fenistella..."
"Oh my god! If one more person mentions that place..." Abbie rolled her eyes.
"I do not understand. Everything that humanity has learned about the Witnesses, their purpose and the prophesies, is held in the Fenistella." Muriel tried to explain.
"I'm afraid we lost the Fenestella and we were only able to glean precious little information. But if you know what information was contained within it, please tell us."
Muriel looked at him with a troubled expression, but said nothing. It was Abbie who spoke up. "She can't tell us. Because she's an angel, and she is forbidden from interfering beyond her duties. And she knows far beyond what we know... Far beyond what we will ever know."
Muriel nodded, "I'm sorry."
"Lieutenant, how do you know these things?" Ichabod looked at her, already knowing her answer.
"Orion told me." She tried not to look guilty. "I told him about the Fenestella, and he was more than a little upset by our decision. So, be honest with us. How bad is it that we lost it?"
"It is indeed a setback. I cannot be certain of all that mankind has discovered over these past hundreds of years. I do know that the important thing is that the two of you are together. You must be singularly focused on your mission. You must learn to use your powers. This battle doesn't end with Moloch. That was only the beginning."
There was a knock at the door and Muriel looked at her watch. "It's almost time for dinner and you haven't even had a Moment to freshen up from your trip. "Come in" a young woman about thirty years of age with sandy blond hair and a slightly curvy figure came through the door.
"Ichabod, Abbie... This is Hannah Firth. She is the manager of the Inn."
Hannah shook their hands. "It's wonderful to finally meet you Mr. Crane."
"Hannah, please show them to their rooms. I will meet you both in the dining hall for dinner in an hours."
Hannah gave them a quick tour around the main level showing them the drawing room and dining hall. Everything was so similar to how it was when Ichabod was a child. When they got to the ball room, he was in awe. A large family portrait of him as a toddler with his mother and father was the centerpiece on the wall at the end of the ballroom. Along the side wall to the right hung multiple portraits of family members. Ichabod pointed out one of his father and another of his mother. Abbie was stunned by how much he looked like his mom, with dark brown hair and long slender figure. But he had his father's bright blue eyes.
"This place is incredible," Abbie admired.
"Oh, you should see it lit up for a ball," Hannah gushed. "There is a replica ball tomorrow night. You should come."
"Sounds nice, but I don't think we'll be here."
They went up to the west wing which was only partially refurbished. Their suite was a his and her master that opened up to a small living area. On the right was Ichabod's bedroom and Abbie's bedroom was to the left. Between the bedrooms was a shared bath with an exquisite large marble tub. They each had a private sink and vanity on their own side.
"I hope you don't mind sharing the bath." Hannah explained. "The West wing is still undergoing some remodeling. I'm living in the carriage house, until it's all completed."
"I don't mind. This is beautiful," Abbie said a little awe struck.
"Indeed the accommodations are more than acceptable." Ichabod assured her.
"Well, just call down to reception if you need anything." Hannah smiled and exited the suite.
Ichabod picked up Abbie's bag and carried it into her bed chambers. He could tell Abbie was looking a little uneasy. "Lieutenant, are you quite all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine..." She looked around the splendid room. "It just all seems like a bit much. I mean a month ago, we were struggling, and now..."
"This is how it was meant to be. Those who came before us had not intended for us to struggle, but to focus our efforts on winning the battle. When I was being trained for this, everything I needed was provided. It all makes perfect sense."
"I suppose." Abbie wasn't used to anything being given to her. And she wasn't sure how she felt about Ichabod's new found fortune. She wondered if he wouldn't need her anymore. She wondered if he'd change into some arrogant snob. She went to the window and looked out over the grounds, when something caught her eye. "Crane, what is that over there?"
In the distance was a massive patch of ground, that looked different from the rest. Just beyond that, she saw a glimpse of a stone wall. Ichabod joined her. "That patch of ground used to be the Nethernourne Lake. My father had it drained and filled with dirt, when I was five."
"Why would he do that? That seems like a perfect spot for a lake."
"He could not bear the sight of it after my mother drowned. Her garden was just beyond the pond, and one night she slipped and fell in... I was never informed of the detailed..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Abbie placed her hand on his. He took her hand in his and his thoughts drifted again as he stared down at her hand. He did that a lot lately, just holding her hand, lost in his thoughts.
It was a bit too intense for Abbie to deal with at the moment. She needed to break the tension. "And your mom had a garden there?"
"Yes... If you look just beyond the tree line you can see the stone wall of the garden." He pointed with his free hand.
The sun was going down and it was getting dark, but Abbie was certain that it looked oddly familiar. "I swear it looks like the Basillica."
"No. Behind the gate is the small pond, a well and a tiny cottage. It was built for my mother by her cousin Jackson Darby, during their last visit. She told me all about him, and I spent a great deal of my early years in that garden. I am certain that is all it is."
"Ok, maybe you could show me around the grounds tomorrow."
"It would be my pleasure Miss Mills." He smiled. "For now I think we should prepare for dinner. I am quite famished." He gave her a nod as he released her hand, and went to his room. Something about him was different.
Ichabod dressed in his more comfortable Colonial attire, and then knocked on Abbie's bedroom door. He gasped when he saw her looking stunning, and in a dress no less. It was white and form fitting, fanning out at the hip and stopping just above the knees. He stood speechless and blocking the doorway.
"I guess it's my turn to dress a little out of character," she laughed looking at her dress. "I told you I have dresses." Still he said nothing. "Um... Should I change?"
"No, Abbie..." He was truly awe stricken. "You look beautiful."
Dinner was very nice. The chef was certainly top notch and the dining hall was full. They were set up in a very secluded corner, where they could talk freely. Muriel explained to them how during the war it was used to house refugees and as a medical ward during WW2. Netherbourne had survived deconstruction and government take over due to a trust and wise investing set up by Ichabod's father. And over the last 28 years, when you were born Abbie, restoration projects have been done in perpetration for Ichabod's return.
They then told Muriel about their experiences so far as Witnesses. She seemed very impressed at what they had accomplished thus far with very little help.
"I am sorry that August Corbin was lost. I'm sure he was a great mentor to you." Muriel lamented. "I tried to warn him, that Death was coming. I only wish I was permitted to do more. I should have helped him better prepare for you both."
"He took your warning seriously. I think he just underestimated how vicious his ex-wife would be. She held everything up for over a year."
"Yes, she too was a Distractor. That was quite unexpected."
"Unexpected?" Ichabod questioned. "You are an angel, how could someone's actions come as a surprise to you?"
"Because, we are all on a journey. There is prophesy, but there is also free will. Prophesy will never take away ones choice to forge their own destiny, Ichabod. The prophesy very much depends on a multitude of individuals making the right choices. And when someone fails to do their part, then the hope is that another will take their place."
"So if Crane or I chose to walk away from this whole Witness business, someone else will step up?" Abbie had to wonder.
"Abigail, there are only two Witnesses. That fact will never change. But you still have a choice in what you do."
They talked a little more after that as they finished desert. But it was getting late, and Ichabod and Abbie were feeling the jet lag.
"Thank you for everything Miss Celest." Ichabod said after he took a last swallow from his drink. "I think it is time we retire for the night. I should like to tour the grounds in the morning before our flight home."
"A tour of the grounds is an excellent idea," Muriel remarked, "however, you flight home is not tomorrow. You shall return home by the end of the week."
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay for three more days. I have a job..." Abbie was serious. She already had to worry about Reyes and Luke. She didn't need a reason for the police commissioner to pass her over.
"Abigail, you have much to discover here before you return. I hope that you will take the time to learn the things you must know before you leave."
4~~~~ Unexpected
Ichabod and Abbie were exhausted. He went into the bathroom to shower first while Abbie gave herself a quick facial then tried her hair up in a neat little bun. Quite by accident they had forgotten that they were sharing a Jack and Jill bath. Ichabod had neglected to lock the door, and Abbie had forgotten to knock. She hung her towel on the back of the door before slinging it open, and was greeted by Ichabod in the buff. She stood stunned momentarily as did he because she too was completely naked.
She wanted to grab her towel, but it was hanging on the door, and she would have to step into the bathroom to retrieve it. Instead she took two shaky steps backwards as Ichabod grabbed his towel and took two steps towards her. He quickly tied his towel around his waist. She was glorious. He had only ever dreamed of seeing her in her full glory, but now those dreams would have a vivid and accurate image of her beauty.
He handed her towel to her from the door. She pulled the towel over the front of her then turned quickly giving Ichabod a full view of her rear assets. Good lord he thought he would have a heart attack.
"My deepest apologies Lieutenant, I forgot to lock the door." It took everything in him to keep his composure. But he was determined to be a complete gentleman.
"No. It's totally my fault. I didn't hear the water running, and I forgot. I should have knocked" she put the towel on feeling completely embarrassed. There was no way to un-see any of that.
Abbie tried to wait up for Ichabod, unsure if he would seek refuge by her side, as he had every night since the traveler's spell. But he did not come. Surely he wasn't avoiding her because of the bathroom incident. As much as they were together something like that was bound to happen. And he seemed to hold it together very well through the whole thing.
She got that uneasy feeling again. What if Ichabod didn't need her anymore? What would she do if he were to be independent, and have a life that she wasn't a part of. She'd already felt the sting of it when Katrina was freed, and it hurt her deeply. She curled up under the covers, a little heart broken. It was bound to happen, she figured.
Soon she was fast asleep. Her dream state came upon her quickly. This dream eerily familiar to her. She was laughing with a young woman. She couldn't quite make out her face. Their clothing was strange, they both wore long Georgian dresses. They were enjoying themselves outdoors. Then the skies turned dark and they ran inside Netherbourne for shelter. But something was amiss. The young woman cried out to her, "Grace, help me! They come for us!" Abbie ran to the window and saw their sanctuary. She grabbed the young woman by the hand. "Hurry, come with me, we will be safe there." They ran to the Basillica.
That night Ichabod lay in his bed chambers, unable to sleep. He had dozed off earlier, but images of Katrina accusing him of killing her so that he could be with Abbie, plagued his mind. Now, he desperately wanted to join Abbie in her room, he always slept so easily when she was by his side. But how could he lay next to her now knowing how desperately he desired her. And he felt ridiculous that after almost three weeks he still needed her. He was a soldier in this battle, and yet he was already so traumatized that he could not sleep without her.
An hour passed and he realized it was useless. He went to her room and knocked on the door, which to his surprise was open. "Lieutenant? Abbie, are you asleep?" He stepped in and looked around, but she wasn't there. He ran to the bathroom, but she wasn't there either. Now he began to panic. How had he let his foolish pride, stop him from joining her that night? The window was open, and he looked outside for any clue as to where she might have gone... or worse been taken.
That's when he saw her in the distance running in the rain, wearing only her t-shirt night gown. "Abbie!" He called out to her. What on earth was she doing? He ran down the stairs in just his yoga pants. He could care less about improprieties. It was dark and raining outside, but the grounds were so familiar to him, as if he'd never left.
He found her collapsed onto her knees at the wall of the Garden. She said nothing as he called out to her. He couldn't tell if she was in a trance or sleep walking. "Abbie!" He called her again putting his hand on her cheek and coaxing her to look at him. She was chilled to the bone and soaked through.
"You've come to help me?" She whispered.
"Of course I have. I will always be here for you." He picked her up easily and carried her back to the Manor.
She seemed to be waking from her dream just a little as Ichabod retrieved dry sleepwear for them both. He wrapped a towel around his waist and helped her from her wet clothes. He then sat down beside her rubbing her cold wet skin with a towel. As if feeling the warmth radiating from his body, she leaned on him pressing her cheek and body against his warm chest. His hands ran the length of her back sharing his heat as he held her close. He closed his eyes while resting his cheek against the curls of her hair. She was every bit as beautiful now as before, but his only concern was taking care of her. Once he was certain the chill was leaving her, he helped her into her tank top and shorts.
He changed his wet yoga pants for dry ones, before climbing into bed beside her. He nuzzled close to her hoping to warm her. Any romantic thoughts completely overshadowed by his need to care for his Treasure.
5~~~~~ Lovers
Ichabod and Abbie walked the grounds of Netherbourne estate the next day. They had made it most of the morning without talking about what had happened the night before. Abbie woke wearing a tank top and booty shorts when she was certain she went to sleep in her white pajama top. Not to mention her hair was a mess of curls, and Ichabod was snuggled up beside her.
After breakfast, they decided to explore the east side on the estate. They walked across the bridged over the East creek, and stopped in a field, to relax. The sun had dried the ground from the night's rain, but Ichabod still laid down his coat for Abbie to sit.
"What do you suppose Muriel intends for us to learn whilst we are here?" Ichabod pondered. "Granted, it has been nostalgic to be back in this place."
"That I don't know." Abbie shrugged. " Maybe some sort of closure for you. For me... I have no clue."
"Closure?" Ichabod thought about its meaning. "I believe I have long since made my peace with my past, this place... my father. Perhaps it is to experience modern day England."
They both laughed. "Ah yes, a vacation is just what we need, after everything we've been through."
She leaned back on her elbows letting the sun warm her as it peaked between the clouds. "So are we going to talk about what happened last night? Or are we just going to let it go?"
"Would you be referring to the bathroom situation, or the sleep walking?" Ichabod raised an eyebrow.
"Sleep walking?" Abbie shook her head, "I don't sleep walk?"
"You most certainly did last night. I had to retrieve you from the garden wall. You were soaked to the bone."
"Oh..." Abbie was surprised. "I had a dream. It was kind of wild I guess. I lived here back in the olden days with a young woman. We were close, laughing and having fun together."
Ichabod was intrigued, "you lived here... And with a woman no less?"
Abbie nudged him for the cheeky tone of his voice, "close… as in friendly. I mean, I can't exactly control my dreams," She gave him a sly look, "or apparently the sleep wear I wake up in."
"Ah, about that," Ichabod tried not to blush. "As I said you were soaked and deep in sleep. I couldn't put you to bed in those drenched garments. Besides, I had previously seen it all of you precious cargo earlier that night. I can assure you I acted with the utmost respect and decorum."
"I wouldn't expect anything less." Abbie smiled. "Besides it's not like we haven't seen people naked before."
"Yes, I've seen many a nude form..." Ichabod stopped short, but Abbie was already at attention.
"Many?" She seemed surprised and impressed. "Ichabod Crane I would not have taken you for a player."
"Many was a poor choice of word." He tried to recover, "I'm not certain what you mean by player, but I certainly was not a scoundrel."
"How many?" Abbie teased.
"I gentleman does not kiss and tell..."
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She smiled and looked away, waiting for his response.
Of course that was a challenge Ichabod could not refuse. "Three."
"Really?" she was surprised," Details..."
"Ah, you first. How many?" He tossed back to her.
"Three." He looked at her like she was pulling the wool over him. "I'm serious. I'm only 28 and I was with Luke for six years." She laughed. "So come on, who were the other two besides Katrina? Was one of them Mary?"
"Mary? Heavens no! She was to be my wife. She was the personification of virtue and chastity." Ichabod was very matter of fact and wasn't expecting the cross look he got from Abbie.
"Oh, you guys get to sow your wild oats but the poor girl had to be a virgin." She rolled her eyes.
"It simply was the way of the times. Gentlemen were expected to be discrete. Marriages were less often for love. That's why many men took mistresses, and women found joy in their children and with status in society."
"So these other two women, were they going to be your mistresses?" Abbie couldn't imagine Ichabod being that kind of guy, but as he said, those were the times.
"No. I would have been content with Mary. I cared for her. We were friends. I would have been a faithful husband." He began to reflect, "The first young woman I was with, well, she was below my station… a very lovely girl. I cared for her a great deal. It felt like I was in love at the time, but I know better now. We carried on while I was at Oxford. But after an affair that lasted two summers, she wanted me to give her assurances that I could not."
"She wanted you to marry her or make her your mistress?" Abbie asked.
"Yes, she would have accepted either position. Even as a mistress she would have been well provided for and been accepted in some stations of high society. But honestly she wanted me to choose her to be my bride, but... Like I said, it wasn't really love."
"And the other woman in your life?"
"Ah... a mere fling. It was Betsy."
"I knew it. You tried to play it off like she was all over you, but you had a thing for her too." Abbie laughed.
"It was meaningless, I'm sorry to admit. I suppose I was a cad." But he wasn't letting her off the hook. "I believe it is your turn to release the details of you sexual liaisons."
"Well... after I got my life on the right track, Andy and I dated my senior year of High School. He was a senior in college, so it was kind of an older guy thing. He took me to prom... I know it's so cliché," she laughed. He was so sweet, but after freshman year at the University, I broke things off. I knew he wasn't the one. I dated off and on, while I got my Associates in Criminal Justice, but never really getting too serious. A lot of foolin' around, making out, you know. The next year, when I joined the department, I met Luke. And well, he was hot, and sweet... I actually held out for six months. I wanted to get established on the force first, and I had to make sure he was serious about us. A lot of girls wanted him. Plus, he wanted to join NYPD and I wanted the FBI. So eventually we compromised by staying in Sleepy Hollow. And became a legit couple."
"So the third young man was a mere fling between your two sweethearts?" Ichabod asked.
And suddenly this wasn't fun anymore, as it dawned on Abbie that she never told Ichabod about Orion. "Ahh, well, that was someone that came along when I was... When I needed... I needed someone to love me, and he did. He loved me very much, and I... couldn't love him the same way. So he broke things off."
"I am very sorry. I did not realize this relationship was so difficult for you to speak about."
"It's the first time I ever talked about it," she shrugged. "I didn't think it would be so hard."
"Woe unto him. Only a fool would dare part ways with so precious a Treasure." Ichabod waxed eloquently giving Abbie his sweetest heart yes. His fingers gently rubbing hers as they sat together.
Abbie sat momentarily stunned. She actually got butterflies; the moment finally broken by Text alert on Abbie's phone. "It's Hannah, she has something for us."
Ichabod lent Abbie his hand to help her up, and the pair headed back to the house.
Hannah met Ichabod and Abbie outside their suit. She had a cart with vintage Georgian attire hanging from it.
"Miss Mills, Mr. Crane, this is what I wanted to show you." Hannah beamed.
"What is all this?" Abbie asked as she mused over the garments.
Ichabod escorted them into the suit to look over the garments.
These are authentic articles of clothing belonging to Sir Thomas Crane and his family." Hannah gushed. "We've only had 8 refurbished so far, but there are over a dozen more. The Taylor has assured me that they are wearable, so I was thinking... What if you came to the replica ball dressed as your ancestor Ichabod Crane."
Ichabod nearly choked and Abbie had to put a figure over her mouth to keep from letting out a laugh. "Miss Hannah, I don't think that I should..."
"Mr. Crane, please hear me out. It would be incredible for publicity. You are the spitting image of your ancestor. It'd be the perfect opportunity to showcase the wardrobe, and remind those interested in future booking, just how special this place is. Financially this would be huge."
"I say go for it." Abbie chimed in smiling at Ichabod.
"I'm glad you agree Miss Mills, because there is a dress here that is just your size..." Hannah said pulling one of the dresses from the rack.
"Oh, no... I don't think I'm what the patrons are expecting to see." Abbie held up her hands in refusal of the dress.
"None sense Miss Mills." Hannah shook her head and handed Abbie the dress. "They'll be happy to have it modeled. And I doubt Mr. Crane would trust just anyone to wear such a special item."
"I trust no one more than I do Miss Mills," Ichabod agreed, pleased that Abbie would be stuck doing this if he was.
"Fine," She said giving him a sour look.
"Excellent! The Woodhouse Ball begins at 8pm. I'll see you both there." Hannah was positively giddy, as she left the suite.
6~~~~~~ The Dance
Ichabod was in the sitting room of the suite looking at the clock. It was nearly 8pm and he hated to be late. Already guests were arriving. Finally after having just put on his freshly polished boots, he looked up at the sound of the door opening as Abbie stepped out of her room. He stood abruptly, in complete awe as Abbie stepped out in the white flower patterned dress. An eye catching red ribbon was tied at the bust, and Ichabod had to fight to draw his attention away from the lovely mounds. Her hair was curled but down. For the second night in a row Abbie had astonished him with her beauty.
"Miss Mills, you look exquisite," he managed, still flustered.
"Thanks I tried," Abbie half smiled looking down at the dress.
"And you had no trouble fastening the petticoat?"
"Nope. I Googled it last time." She reminded him of the Cotillion he had invited her to a few months ago. "But I have no idea what to do with this." She held up a large hair comb.
"Ah, let me be of assistance, if you do not mind."
"No... Go ahead." She handed him the comb as he came up behind her and turned her to face the mirror. He gathered her hair on one side and gently pressed the beaded comb into place. He then pulled the long curl on the other side over her shoulder, letting it rest at her bust line. Abbie held her breath as his hand ever so slowly brushed across her breast.
"Perfection," he whispered, not taking his eyes off of her reflection.
Hannah was correct about Ichabod and Abbie modeling the authentic 18th century clothing. She displayed the remaining refurbished outfits on mannequins at the far side of the main entrance. The guests were all abuzz about it. No one missed the fact that Ichabod so 'closely' resembled the portrait of his 'namesake' and 'ancestor' Ichabod Crane. Abbie was completely amused. Ichabod gladly gave the guests an accurate history of the estate origins and how it came to belong to the Crane family. And thanks to Muriel, Ichabod was able to explain how the estate was able to remain in the Crane Family for over 280 years.
Dinner was served in the dining hall, which Ichabod and Abbie skipped, not wanting to risk a spill on their clothes. Instead they enjoyed the guests and the music performed by the Octet. Several guests took to the floor to perform the Alamance. Ichabod took Abbie to the floor to teach her along with several others who did not know the dance well. They had a good laugh at their height difference as Ichabod tried to turn under Abbie's raised arms. Afterwards they rejoined the guests. After a short break of a light duet, the Octet gathered to begin a waltz.
"Do you waltz, Miss Mills?" A handsome middle aged man named David Shaw asked her.
"As a matter of fact I do." Abbie smiled. David was good looking for a man in his mid forties, and Abbie certainly didn't mind the little polite flirting and attention that he had been giving her all night. Not to mention, the accent was very sexy.
Ichabod however was less amused. "I had no idea you could waltz."
"There's a lot of things you still don't know about me." She gave him a cheeky smile before turning her attention back to David.
"Well I am certainly interested in learning more about you, Miss Mill." David said giving her a crooked smile. "Would you care to join me for a dance."
Before Abbie could respond, Ichabod chimed in, "sorry to inform you but I believe I am next on Miss Mills' dance card."
"Perhaps later tonight then..." David attempted, but Ichabod was having none of it.
"I'm afraid it's full for the rest of the night." Ichabod informed him politely, as he took Abbie by the hand. Normally she would give any guy an earful for butting in that way, but she was oddly intrigued by his behavior. They took their position on the dance floor. "Now you must put your trust in me to lead you, Abbie."
Abbie gathered one end of her dress in hand to keep from stepping on it as Ichabod took her in his arms and held her close. "I'm surprised you waltz. Isn't it kind of touchy feely for your day?"
They began to move slowly, "indeed the waltz was quite scandalous. I knew it well." She raised her brow at that. He was definitely being flirty, not to be outdone by David Shaw. They twirled around the dance floor, out shining the other waltzing pairs. "Lieutenant, why did you not tell me you danced the waltz so splendidly?"
"The last time the subject of the dance came up, you were preoccupied with your wife." Abbie looked at him briefly before turning her head back to proper position.
"I remember. But she wasn't the one I wanted to dance with. I quickly found her another dance partner and went looking for you." He reminded her. "And now tonight I intend to have you all to my self."
Abbie felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at him, and he was giving her heart eyes again. She didn't know what to make of it. They slowly glided around the floor. Abbie felt like it was all so effortless. Ichabod could not take his eyes off of her. The feelings he had tried to hide for so long seemed to be emerging no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. He wanted to experience every moment with Abbie to its fullest.
The next thing she knew she was off of her feet, with one hand on her back pressing her to him, he spun her around. She was back on her feet with out skipping a beat. It was as if they were the only two people there. He picked her up again, twirling her as the song ended. He lowered her down and she leaned back into a low dip. As he pulled her back to her feet, his eyes were fixed on hers... Her eyes on his.
Soon the moment ended. The sound of the crowd and the music filled the air. Ichabod took Abbie's hand and led her back to the guests. They were both flustered, hearts racing and not certain what if anything should be said. Ichabod needed to say something to Abbie. It was too soon, he knew. Katrina was barely gone three weeks, and to the eyes of their peers she,d only been gone a few days. It was too soon to, but he loved her. He needed to tell her.
"Mr. Crane!" Hannah's cheerful voice rang out interrupting Ichabod's thoughts. "I have to tell you, we've secured 6 future bookings for the ball room tonight alone. And there is a ton of interest for more!"
As Hannah spoke to Ichabod, Abbie heard someone call out her name "Grace..." The young woman's voice trailed. Abbie went to the woman who slipped out of the ball room, but she wasn't there. Then she heard her call from the top of the stairs. The woman seemed familiar to Abbie but she could not see her face. She followed her up the stairs.
As Hannah was speaking to Ichabod, another gentleman approached the two about a future booking. Ichabod noticed that Abbie was no longer in the ballroom. He looked out the door and saw her heading up the stairs. He quickly excused himself and went after her.
"Abbie..." He called for her from the bottom of the stairs, but she was gone. He ran up the stairs and saw her headed around the corner of the west wing. He called her again, "Lieutenant!" But still she did not respond. He found her standing at the Master suites at the end of the wing. Her hand pressed against the door, but she did not seem to notice him. He gently touched her shoulder and she jumped, letting out a loud gasp.
"Oh! Crane..." She tried to catch her breath.
"Lieutenant, what are you doing?"
"I thought I saw someone... She called my name."
"Perhaps, there is something amiss?" Ichabod felt very tense and uncomfortable. He had been avoiding the section of the house. He could feel his fingers begin to twitch and pressed them against his side to stop them.
"I don't know... Maybe." Abbie was confused. She noticed his hands. It was the first time they'd done that since they arrived in England "I don't get a bad feeling though. It feels right... Like we need to be here. Where are we?"
"This is my parents quarters... We should leave. I could use a drink" Ichabod's voice was not suggesting, he was insisting. He took Abbie's hand and began walking her back to the stairs.
"Actually, it's almost midnight and I'm beat. This corset is killing me. I'm just going to go back to our suite and call it a night."
7~~~~~~ Dreams
A long hot shower was just what Abbie needed. She was certain that the corset had snapped a rib or two. She put on her PJs and decided to wait in the sitting room for Ichabod to return from the party. She was pleasantly surprised to find him sitting back with a Glass of champagne and already in his yoga pants.
"We'll I'm glad you found a good use for those things, since you're clearly not going back to yoga class." She smiled.
He handed her a glass of champagne as she sat next to him. "They are incredibly comfortable, but no I'm still not going back."
"So is the party over?"
"Not at all. The guests are still enjoying the drink and the dance."
Abbie finished her drink, "well I am going to get some sleep. You coming?"
Ichabod put his glass down and sat strait in his seat. "Abbie, I must admit that I have had a difficult time coping since... Well, I can not thank you enough for being there for me. But I can not allow myself to continue to burden you."
"Hey, I know you think that this is about me helping you through this, but the truth is... I need you too. I probably should have told you so sooner, but we never talk about it..." She held out her hand for him and smiled. "So, you coming or not?"
"Gladly" he said taking her hand.
Abbie's dreams once again where filled joyful play with her friend. Only this time she could see the brunette young woman was Annette, Ichabod's mother. They played a game of cards in the drawing room before Annette wanted some fresh air.
"Grace... Lets go to the garden."
"Sanctuary," said a voice that Abbie was certain was Ichabod.
They skipped across the grounds past the lake. Then they arrived at the wall of the garden. Annette held the key and they went in.
Abbie sat up in bed, and Ichabod immediately woke up. She didn't say a word as she tried to get up, but Ichabod held her.
"Lieutenant? What is it?" He asked, but she didn't respond.
"Abbie..." He tried to wake her.
Her eyes only partially opened as she shushed him. "Shhh... Grace, remember." She mumbled. "Come inside with us Jack."
"No, it's me, Ichabod..." He realized she was still dreaming.
"Shhh... we can't tell anyone." She put her hands on his cheeks and drew him in to a kiss.
Her lips felt so tender against his. She began to press her body against his. His heart began to pound in his chest, he wanted her so badly, but he knew it was wrong. He pulled away, not wanting to take advantage of her in her dream state. "We can't... Not like this."
"I love you." Abbie whispered. Ichabod felt as if his heart stopped. He knew she was dreaming, but hearing the words rocked him to his core. He laid her back down and she curled up in his arms. "I love you, Abbie." He kissed her gently on her forehead, and then drifted off to sleep.
Now as he slept he had a dream he saw her sitting in the garden with his mother. They both smiled at him, then went back to talking and tending to the garden. Later in the dream, they were in the garden, just him and Abbie. They were laying in the grass, and they were together. What a strange dream.
8~~~~~ Closure
Abbie woke early the next morning. She shook Ichabod hastily waking him as well. "Come on, it's time to get up. I know what we're looking for." She practically pounced on him before jumping out of the bed.
"Abbie, what is that has you so galvanized this early in the morning?"
"I had a dream... The woman, I told you about... It's your mom." Abbie darted into the bathroom with a handful of clothes, leaving Ichabod stunned. She peaked out for a second, "go get dressed!"
Ichabod scrambled from the bed and got dressed as fast as he could. He barely got a pot of coffee brewed and snagged a cup before Abbie was rushing him out the door. He handed it to her so she could grab a few sips. "What is this about?"
She handed the cup back to him, and he downed the rest of it. "In my dream, I was here with your mom, and she wanted to go to the garden. Then I heard your voice and you called it her sanctuary." She quickened her pace to match his long stride as they hurried across the estate grounds.
"You heard my voice? Abbie, I believe it was just a dream. I spent a lot of time in the garden when I was a little boy... There were no weapons... It was just a garden."
They approached the wall and walked around. "Where is the door?" Abbie asked.
"Ahh, I don't know. I haven't been inside the garden since I was five years old." Ichabod felt around the wall.
"Well do you remember how you got in?"
"My mother had a key. She told me there was a secret passage, and had me close my eyes. When I opened my eyes we were inside. We left the same way."
Abbie tossed her hands in the air. "Damn, we have a key back in New York."
"Perhaps we could climb over the top." He held out his hands to boost her up.
"Okay." She stepped up, and then onto his shoulders. He leaned against the garden wall to keep his balance. But as soon as Abbie touched the wall they both fell through. He tried to catch her and break her fall, but they both hit the ground.
"Lieutenant, are you all right?" Ichabod's eyes were full of concern as Abbie grabbed her arm.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I wasn't expecting that." She looked around at the garden. It was beautiful and looked well kept.
"Unbelievable! It is just as I remembered it as a child." Ichabod helped Abbie up from the ground. They had both expected an over grown dead garden full of weeds. "This is no ordinary garden, granted. But I still do not see how this is the Basilica. And why did we not need the key to get in?"
"We passed through the wall when we were touching each other and the wall at the same time." Abbie touched the wall again ensuring it was completely solid. "Here give me your hand." They held hands and pressed against the wall. Sure enough they were able to walk out and back in again. "I guess we Witnesses don't need the key if we are together."
Ichabod walked to the tiny cottage and went inside. Abbie followed quietly, wondering if he knew why they were here. He opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a small journal. He remembered, "My mother used to write poems and songs in here." As he flipped through the pages he realized there was so much more.
Abbie could see from the look on his face, there was something else. "What is it?"
"My mother... She was tormented by demonic spirits. Just as your mother had been. They would attack her whenever my father was away on business, or at the University. This place indeed was her sanctuary. She writes about a visit from her most favored cousin Jackson Darcey. He was ostracized from the family and cast out of high society."
Abbie's eyes went from the pages to Ichabod. "If he was loved by your mom, why would your family oust him... And how did he build the Basilica?"
"Jackson, left England at the age of 18 and began traveling to Africa and the Indies. He broke an engagement in favor of taking a paramour."
"I thought taking a Mistress was ok." Abbie seemed to miss the point.
"She was either from Africa or India. My guess is that Jackson refused to take a wife from proper society. I suppose he also did not wish to bring his paramour into a society that would not accept her."
They read the next couple of pages. "Her name was Grace..." Ichabod gasped. "He visited my mother with his paramour..."
"And we have the same name. Maybe that's why I'm having all these weird dreams. Do you think she's my ancestor?" Abbie wondered.
"It would seem so. Both Witness blood lines are needed to create a Basilica."
Ichabod skipped to the last entry. It was written the day before his mothers death. Ichabod went on his first trip with his father. He had just turned five. "She writes that the evil spirits are going to come for her when my father leaves. She was alone, and they got to her. She drowned in the lake, probably trying to get here, or while leaving here the following day."
"I'm so sorry," Abbie gently rubbed his back as he closed the journal and returned it to the drawer. "I'll give you a moment alone."
"No, please stay, just a moment longer." He took her hands in his. She was his comfort.
They held hands as they left the garden, and walked by the field that was once a lake. Ichabod slowed his stride as he looked at a statue a few yards away. Abbie saw Muriel in the distance approaching from the House.
"She's back." Abbie pointed, drawing Ichabod's attention. "We should see what she wants."
"I have one more thing I need to do , Lieutenant." Ichabod looked back towards the statue. "I will join you both when I am done."
Abbie knew that was where his parents were buried. It was time for him to say goodbye. She gave his hand a squeeze before letting go and walking to Muriel.
They watched Ichabod in the distance, saying those private things that he needed to say. "He seems different somehow." Abbie said, still watching.
"This is a good thing Abigail. He's still the same man he always was, but he is growing into this role, as are you. These changes will make you both stronger, more confident. The more you know yourselves, the more you will know each other. But do not worry. He will always need you."
"I need him too. I didn't realize how much until these last couple of days."
Muriel smiled, "Abigail, you'll be happy to know your flight back to New York leaves this evening."