Untold Love Stories

by MissTT aka FantasyOfMine

Ichabod and Abbie have an undeniable bond. But as they grow closer what will it mean for their relationship as Witnesses, as friends, as something more? What S3 and Beyond should have been Alternate TL of the Witnesses Journey. They gain Abilities. Added S2 scenes total AU S3. Chapters are Long & read like individual short stories or Episodes. Ichabbie: New CH 38

38. The Devil's Grace

Prelude ~

The Witnesses cleaned up and headed downstairs to meet Orion. They were ready and feeling good.

"How do we look?" Abbie asked.

"Like you're ready to take on the eighteenth century," Sophie wasn't used to seeing Abbie in a long skirt.

"It took you long enough," Jenny teased, giving her sister a knowing side eye. "Ash took Frank and Macey to get settled in, and we are here to see you off."

Ichabod held up the emblem, uncertain if Orion needed it. "Well I have the Thura and we are ready to depart as soon as the Angel Orion is ready."

"I am quite ready. I need for both you and Abigail to hold the Thura. And I should warn you. I cannot be certain where in the garden the portal will open. The portal could open on the side of a cliff or under water... Do not be alarmed. You cannot be harmed in the garden, it just might be a bit unnerving."

"Ok. We're good," Abbie nodded. "Cori, thanks again for house sitting. Remember if there are any problems, call Seamus."

She gave a quick hug to Jenny and Joe, and then joined Ichabod. They held hands with the Thura secure in their grasp.

Orion joined their hands and found the garden. He easily opened a small portal right in Abbie's living room.

"You must go before me so that I can hold the portal open."

"Ok," Abbie took a deep breath. "You ready Captain?"

He looked at her with soft eyes and a smile, "ready Lieutenant."

~o~

1 ~ Angel in the Garden~

An immediate free falling sensation was the first thing the witnesses felt when they stepped through the portal. For a full five seconds they fell, until their bodies hit the water of the stream that divided the Garden Real.

Abbie felt Ichabod's arms around ear her as she was briefly submerged. And then they were up, taking a deep breath, and looking at each other face to face.

"The Thura?" Abbie asked wiping the water from her face and pulling back her curls.

"It is still in hand," Ichabod handed her the emblem then used his free hand to clear the lock from his face. He kept his other arm firm around her holding her close. "Where the devil are our clothes?"

They both let out a laugh as they looked up at the portal. A second later, Orion flew through; huge black wings outstretched, and in the buff. Ichabod instinctively covered Abbie's eyes to keep her from getting a good look at the Angel in all his glory.

"Don't bother," she sighed with a half-smile. "I've seen it all before."

Orion landed on the ground and stood proud, hands on his hips, looking like a winged god. "This is quite a lovely place you have here, Witnesses."

Abbie motioned to get out of the water, but Ichabod held her in. No way he was going to let Orion feast his eyes on her beautiful body.

"Do you mind turning around, and giving her a bit of privacy," he asked... Not really asking.

"Crane seriously," Abbie gave him a side eye as Orion kindly turned around. "You're going to make him keep his back to me the whole time we're here?"

"Well... No. Just until we find our clothes."

"Ok, that's just silly. Crane, we are in the garden. You didn't have an issue with our doubles."

"Well... Because our Doppelgangers look like us. And Orion was once your..." his face soured as he snarled out the words, "Your lover."

"Crane, you said you had no more issues with Orion."

"And I don't," Ichabod sighed. "Well not really. Abbie... Would you feel so at ease if it were Betsy or one the many young ladies who took a shine to me back in my day?"

"Oh... Many was it?" Abbie teased. "I thought you only did it with three others besides me."

"Three that I bedded, yes... That doesn't mean there were not other pleasures to partake in." He teased back. Abbie had successfully lightened his mood.

"Ok, so I would not be thrilled," she admitted. "But who knows where the Garden is keeping our clothes. And Orion needs to get started with the Thura."

"You're perspective on the situation is most astute as usual, Lieutenant. I shall, as they say, suck it up."

"Ok," Abbie gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Let's get started."

Abbie took Ichabod's hand and they walked over to Orion, and handed him the Thura. The men stood eyes locked on each other itch Abbie awkwardly between them. Abbie had a momentary thought for which she was grateful Ichabod didn't catch. Who could blame her, these guys were gorgeous.

"How long do you think it'll take?" She asked.

Orion finally let his eyes fall upon her; briefly not to cause Ichabod to become unraveled. She was beautiful as ever, but she was not his anymore. He then focused on the Thura.

"It will take some time... Perhaps a couple of your human days. I will give the Thura as much of my energy as I can. An easier task had I been a caretaker or a healer instead of a warrior. But I should be able to give it enough power to do the time travel when I open the portal."

"And you're sure you'll be alright?" Abbie furrowed her brow as she studied his expression.

It hardly changed from the slight smile. But she could always tell by his eyes and his tone, how he was feeling.

"I will be eventually. Worry not. It's hard to kill an Angel," he gave her a smile. He instinctively touched her cheek to reassure her, but removed his hand quickly when Ichabod stepped to her side.

"You two should leave me in peace. I will come for you when it is time."

~o~

Ichabod and Abbie made their way to the reflecting pond. They touched it to see if anything would be revealed, but there was nothing for now. But as they expected, their clothes were there along with other articles of clothing that had been left behind on previous trips.

"Do you mind if I wear this?" Abbie asked grabbing his shirt.

"I do mind," Ichabod grumbled.

"Oh..." Abbie pouted, not expecting his answer. She reached for her own clothes.

"Not that either," he grumbled again.

Abbie turned quickly, about to ask him what his problem was, when she saw him grinning. "Ok, you're just screwing with me!" She smirked as she threw his shirt at him.

"The face you made was priceless," Ichabod teased. He did think she was adorable when she got heated. "But in all seriousness, there is no reason why we should get dressed. Orion will be preoccupied for some time. You and I can enjoy ourselves for now."

"It's not weird with Orion here?" she questioned as he took her hand and laid down on the grass with her.

Abbie and Ichabod spent the better part of their time in each other's arms, telling childhood stories; the good ones for a change. Ichabod told tales of his warbling with his schoolmates during his years at boarding school; while Abbie reminisced about Karaoke in the living room with Mama and Jenny.

"Sing something for me now Treasure," Ichabod smiled up at her as she laid across him, looking down into his blue eyes.

The sky had no sun, just a bright light in the distance of the blue sky. From this view she looked like an angel with the light radiating around her. But angels reminded him of Orion, and she was something special.

"What should I sing to you?"

"One of my favorite, please," he whispered as the back of his hand gently trailed her cheek, and brushed back one of her curls.

"This is my last day without you
This is my last song to cry to
This is the last time I make believe the truth.
The truth…
This is my Last Day Without you."

When she sang, her voice resonated through his soul. "Perfection..." was all he could say as he pulled her in for a kiss.

His hand ran down her back and over the round curve of her ass. She shivered at his touch, loving how good he felt to her.

"So what shall we do now to pass the time Treasure?"

She leaned down and kissed him; several wet tongue kisses, as his hands squeezed her bottom.

"I know what I want to do," Abbie whispered as she reached her hand down the patch of dark hair and took his cock firm in her hand. She began slowly stroking him until more than just the top of the head showed from the foreskin.

"You do not believe he will be able to feel us... in the manner that our doppelgangers did. Will he?"

"I think that was our spirit bodies and the connection with the Thura." Abbie was guessing. She was already horny and her judgment may have been off.

But it was good enough for Ichabod. He reached for her plump breast that was dangling within his reach. He fondled her nipple till it stiffened at his touch, licking his lips because he wanted to taste it.

Abbie took that as his agreeing, and continued stroking him. Her mouth gaped slightly as she anticipated having him, "You know what I want not you?"

"Do you wish to taste me as much as I want to taste you Treasure?"

"Mmm hmm..." Abbie bit down on her lip and nodded with a grin.

Ichabod almost pouted at the loss of her breast in his hand as she slid down between his legs. But then he let out a heavy breath when he felt her warm breath flitter across the head of his cock.

"Me first," she whispered looking up at him.

Her tongue began to gently tease the underside of his head then the slit at the top, as her hand continued stroking. He choked back a groan and steadied his breath as he held back her curls to watch her. She licked up and down his shaft. Her firm strokes drew pearly white beads of precum that she quickly lapped way, before taking the head in her mouth. Then she took him in sliding her mouth as far down his shaft as she could.

"Oh, have mercy treasure..." Ichabod groaned, tossing his head back for a moment as he enjoyed her plump lips and the sound of her mouth sucking his cock.

She didn't stop. Her hand and mouth created a perfect rhythmic friction. He tried not to fuck into her face, but his hips began to buck. She didn't seem to mind as she looked up at him with her gorgeous brown eyes. That was it. He could feel the pleasurable sensation coming over him and his body instinctively began to tighten all over.

"Abbie... Fuck... I'm going to come..." he managed to groan out the words.

But Abbie sucked harder, as his balls tightened and the veins per trudged on his dick. "Mmm" over and over were the only sounds she made.

"I.. Oh fuck..." Was all he could manage as he gave in to the sensation.

The hot cum hit the back of Abbie's throat and filled her mouth before she swallowed. Then he thrust again, and he took another shot, bigger than the first. Two more strokes and he was deleted. His body went limp and he laid back on the ground. He felt high. There was nothing like it.

"Treasure... You have no idea what you do to me," he managed, still catching his breath.

He was great full to be in the garden and able to recover much quicker. "Come here."

Abbie straddled up on him, and he pulled her in for a kiss. His tongue swept across her warm plump lips then pressed inside her mouth. They hardly could breathe, as they panted and moaned in each other's mouth. He could taste himself as their tongues mingled, and it made him thirsty for her.

Ichabod pulled abruptly from their kiss. "Don't move."

He ordered and she obeyed, as he slid down beneath her until his face was between her thighs. Her wet pussy dangled above him, in perfect view. He could feel himself getting hard again already.

Abbie bit down on her lip in anticipation of his next move and he I'd not disappoint. He hooked his arms around her thighs and sat her on his face. His tongue separated her folds and pressed inside her. She et out a whimper as he tongue fucked her and greedily lapped up her juices. She began to struggle with nothing to hold on to. She clung to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipples as he indulged.

But then he removed his tongue from her sit and sucked her clit so good her legs trembled.

"Oh damn..." She whimpered as she leaned back, losing her composure. She found the flesh of his lower chest and dug in, as she made small undulating motions.

She began to quiver again and he knew she was going to come, just from his mouth. His hands firmly gripped her ass holding her in place as he sucked her clit until she exploded. She was reduced to pants and gibberish as he took all of her essence like a man dying of thirst who has finally been allowed to drink.

He slid from beneath her, suddenly, leaving her a quivering heap on her knees. He got on his knees behind her, turning her head to the side so he could smother her with a sopping wet kiss. She opened her mouth wide for him as their tongues reached for each other's.

"I want you..." She whispered through her panting.

"You want me inside you..." He groaned, rearing up behind her and bending her over. He gasped at the glorious sight of her ass and her sex splayed before him.

He grabbed his cock and slid the sensitive head across her wet slit, then pushed himself deep inside her.

She let out a cry as he thoroughly filled her in one quick burst.

Ichabod cursed at himself for his lack of self-control. "Treasure?"

"Don't stop..." She managed, adjusting to the feel of him so fully stretching her and hitting her end.

He slid back and forth inside her slowly at first, letting out cool steady breaths as her tight walls engulfed his cock. Soon she began to buck and smack her ass against him, their juices mixing and making the most sinful sound.

He grabbed a hand full of her cheek as he quickened his pace, they tried to stifle their moans, but it was pointless. From this vantage he could get in her so deep, each stroke hitting her spot. Her body shook as she came again, nearly going limp as he fucked her from behind. He had to hold her hips steady as he throbbed and his body tightened. It felt so good when he came inside her, filling her with four firm thrusts, as he leaned over her back.

He stayed inside her as he laid her down, curling her up to spoon. He was convinced this was how they were meant to be. If they could stay just like this forever, he would be eternally happy.

~o~

It seemed as if several hours passed maybe an entire day in the realm. It was hard to know for sure.

"I really want to check on Orion," Abbie sighed as she looked out across the realm in the angel's direction.

Ichabod lay behind her with his arms wrapped around her. "He said he would call on us when he is ready."

Abbie was quiet. Since arriving in the garden she felt amazing, even with Abelle's memories mingled in her mind. Until now. Now suddenly something felt strange. She sat up, and just listened.

"Lieutenant what is it?"

"I'm going to check on him." Abbie stood abruptly grabbing Ichabod's shirt and haphazardly throwing it on.

Ichabod knew not to stop her. Her instincts were kicking in. He grabbed his breeches and stepped into them as he followed her.

Orion was about five miles away from the reflection pond. As she saw him from afar, Abbie could see his perfect posture was gone. He sat huddled over, neck bent down. His wings were put away, and Abbie knew he wasn't doing ok.

"Orion!" Abbie started to run towards him, with Ichabod in pursuit. When she reached him he looked ashen and his eyes were barely open. "Orion! What's happening?"

"I'm alright... Very close now." His voice was soft, and he didn't make full sentences.

"Abbie what's happening?" Ichabod asked.

"He's not just giving the Thura energy from his powers," Abbie said as she put her hands on his cheeks. "He's giving it his life force."

"He should stop," Ichabod insisted.

"No... Very close," Orion managed.

Let me help you," Abbie tried to draw his eyes to hers. She couldn't imagine the drain that would do this to an angel in less than twenty-four hours.

"It's too strong... Not safe."

"We're in the garden. If I get my energy drained... The realm will restore me in a couple of hours. Right, Crane?" Abbie looked to Ichabod to back her up.

"Perhaps..." Ichabod wasn't so sure, seeing the damage it was doing to Orion.

"No," the angel barely made out the word. It was soft but stern.

"Then both of us together!" Abbie didn't wait for a response from Ichabod. She knelt behind Orion and laid against his back, holding him around his arms. She felt the instant drain on her body. "Crane, help me."

Ichabod immediately pressed against Abbie's back, and felt as if he'd gotten the wind knocked out of him. He knew they couldn't do this for very long. After about an hour, Abbie began to shiver.

"Lieutenant?" Ichabod felt exhausted as he called out to her, but she didn't respond.

"Please take her, Ichabod," Orion told him. "You have both done more than enough.

Ichabod, pulled her away and laid her down to rest.

"Thank you... Both of you," Orion managed. He looked and sounded far better than he did before.

"In truth, we should be thanking you," Ichabod admitted as he laid next to Abbie and closed his eyes. They needed to rest for now. But the garden would take care of them. He was certain of that.

~o~

"Abigail... Ichabod, wake up," Orion called out.

They looked so peaceful, sleeping entwined together like two pieces of a puzzle... completely different and yet a perfect fit. He had made the right decision two years ago, to let her go. It had grieved him like nothing ever had before. She was his first love, but Ichabod was her destiny. He would have been in the way.

"Ichabod. It's time," Orion spoke a little louder.

He finally stirred peeking an eye open and seeing the angel standing before them. Orion looked enter than he did when they found him. He had a little color back in his face and his eyes didn't look nearly so weary.

"Abbie," Ichabod whispered as he brushed away the curls and kissed her cheek. They'd never slept so well before.

She smiled up at Ichabod as she opened her eyes. And then she remembered where she was. "Orion?

"I'm doing well, Abigail. Now ready yourself," Orion handed them the Thura. "It is time for you to go."

They went down to the reflecting pond. As they dressed, the Witnesses mentally prepared for the task before them.

"Are you sure it's strong enough to link us back to 1785?" Abbie asked. She could hardly feel any energy from the emblem.

"Yes, as long as I open the portal. But you two must tell it to 'when' you want to go." Orion cautioned them, "I will only be able to hold the portal open for a moment. You must ascertain that you are in the correct place and time. If not you must come back through the portal right away."

"And if something goes wrong and we don't get the Thura?" Abbie asked.

"You will have to find Theodore or Muriel in England," Orion looked quite serious now. "You must find the other Thura. You are moving at real time until the Thuras takes over."

Abbie nodded and looked at Ichabod. Traveling back to this time period always made her nervous. Ichabod took her hand, reassuring her. This time he was determined that things would go as planned.

~O~

2 ~ Mrs. Claypoole ~

It was fortunately only a short two foot drop to the ground from where the portal opened. Orion had taken care, being more familiar with opening portals on earth than in unknown realms. The Witnesses recognized the property immediately. They were standing in the back courtyard of John Claypoole's townhouse in New York.

"I believe we are indeed in the correct place," Ichabod looked around for evidence of the date.

Abbie looked up into a third floor window. There she saw Betsy's figure holding a small child. "Now we just need to hope this is the right time."

She grabbed Ichabod by the hand and hurried with him to the front entrance.

"I should probably go to the door," Abbie offered.

"But Betsy and I are quite well acquainted..."

"And she thinks you're dead," Abbie reminded him. "Just let me tell her that your here so it's not so... You know..."

"Of course."

Ichabod waited at the bottom of the stairs as Abbie made her way to the front door and rang the bell. It took a minute for the housekeeper to answer.

"May I help you?" The woman looked confused to see Abbie standing at the door.

"Yes. I'm here to see Betsy Ross... I mean Claypoole."

"At this hour of the night?"

Abbie nodded. "I know it's late. But my friend and I need to see her. We are old friends of Ben Franklin's."

"It's all right Mrs. Jenkins.," Betsy said as she came down the stairs, and walked to the door. Mrs. Jenkins bowed her head and quickly left. "How do you know him, Miss..."

"Mills. My name is Grace Abigail Mills. And I know Franklin because my partner apprenticed with him."

Betsy furrowed her brow and took a good look at Abbie, then the man at the bottom of the stairs in the shadows. "I know who you are. Ben told me if you should ever come needing my help, that I should oblige you."

"Then you know who my partner is?" Abbie asked.

"No, he didn't say..." Betsy looked harder at the figure in the shadows. "But it can't be who I think it is."

"It is, if you think he's Ichabod Crane," Abbie turned and waved him up.

"Hello Betsy," Ichabod smiled as he walked up the steps.

"My goodness... Ichabod Crane," she gasped, clearly stunned to see him. Her arms were around him before he could say a word. For a moment she seemed stunned, as she placed her hands on his cheeks to asses if this was actually real. Soon enough she found her voice again. "It would seem the reports of your death were greatly exaggerated. You two should come inside."

~o~

Betsy watched Abbie, listening intently as the pair explained why they were there, and why they needed her help. And as she watched Abbie, she noticed the way Ichabod looked at her, and she knew. This Grace Abigail Mills was the one; the woman whom she got a glimpse of in the catacombs when she crossed the Delaware.

She had been snooping after Washington told her to wait and not touch anything. But she saw an orb and couldn't resist. That orb had given her a glimpse of a future even. And what she saw was her lover Ichabod Crane deeply, madly in love with another woman; another woman that was not his wife in fact.

When she returned from that mission, she severed ties with Ichabod and chose to move on with her life. It was a devastating shock when she had heard he died. And now here he was, alive in her parlor, with the mysterious woman from the orb's vision, who happened to be the same woman Franklin said she should help.

"Well, I can easily tell you where his father Japheth is," Betsy began to think of where to go. "But Daniel Japheth... Well he's not been the same since Grace Dixon died."

"So you knew about her relationship with Leeds?" Ichabod asked.

"Of course. Grace and I worked together quite a bit after you and I parted ways, Ichabod. She was there when I married my second husband, buried my first child and then buried my second husband too. I was there for her when she severed ties with Leeds and married Dixon. Losing her was difficult,"

"We've met her before. She was truly a remarkable woman," Abbie lamented at never being able to warn Grace about her fate.

"Then you can imagine how losing her might push a man like Leeds over the edge." Betsy took a sip of her tea. "We'll rest tonight. Tomorrow I will take you both to the Leeds property. Hopefully what you're looking for will be there."

"And if it's not?" Abbie asked.

"I may have an idea of where he is, but we'll talk more tomorrow. I'll get you something to sleep in and some decent clothes to wear tomorrow."

Ichabod looked offended. "I believe my attire is quite fine."

Betsy rolled her eyes. "It's tolerable I suppose. But it's shameful to have someone as lovely as Grace in such rags."

"It's not his fault," Abbie defended him. "I'm not much of a dress girl."

"Indeed," Ichabod agreed. "You may be a stellar seamstress but you shall be hard pressed to get her out of that simple dress and into something fancier."

Betsy gave them both a cheeky smile. "Oh Ichabod, I am quite masterful at getting beautiful women out of their clothes and into exactly what I want. Now let's get you two into bed."

Ichabod nearly choked on his tea. Even as a married woman with two children, Betsy hardly held back on her flirtatious ways.

"You'll be in separate rooms tonight, since you're not married. I have to maintain proprieties with the staff and the children in the house. Tomorrow, I'll send the girls to Philadelphia with the Claypoole staff in the morning."

"Thanks," Abbie stood to follow her. "I hate to put you through so much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all. Just a precaution in case we don't find your emblem right away. Besides, John has been missing the girls."

~o~

It was just after sunrise when Mrs. Jenkins woke them for breakfast. She had fresh soap and hot water prepped in their water closets. After Abbie washed she found the corset and dress laid out for her. It was freshly tailored to fit her. She knew the routine for fastening into a corset, but she still wasn't used to it.

Ichabod knocked on her door and then hurried in before the staff could see him. He thought she looked adorable in the white ruffled bloomers and camisole. "I've come to render assistance."

"Good," Abbie half smiled. "I'm better with the ones that hook or snap. This one has drawstrings."

"Allow me, Treasure," he grinned taking the strings and standing way to close to fasten them properly.

"Crane. The staff and Betsy's kids are in the house."

"I have done nothing untoward... yet." He raised an eyebrow and coyly tipped his head, as he pressed his pelvis to hers.

"Stop," Abbie swatted him, as he leaned in to kiss her.

She did her best to keep the kiss chaste. Ichabod needed little encouragement to get him in the mood.

"Help me get dressed," Betsy will be waiting.

As they passed through the foyer to the dining room they saw Betsy saying goodbye to her two daughters. The older girl appeared to be about five the younger was still an infant. Abbie couldn't help but wonder if Betsy really wanted to be done with the life of a spy. She felt as if they were interfering with Betsy's new life, with her family.

"Lieutenant, are you all right?" Ichabod asked.

Abbie hadn't realized she had drifted again, teetering very close to thoughts that would send her back into depression, and reminding her of the life she left behind.

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just having a moment, but it's over."

"Are you certain?" Ichabod stood in her path and placed both hands on her cheeks. His blue eyes burdened itch worry that doing this mission was too much.

"Yes. The sooner we find the other Thura, the sooner I get rid of all these excess memories and whacked out hormones."

He gave her a reassuring kiss. "We are very close. And we shall do this together, you and I."

~o~

"So we met before, but that timeline was erased?" Betsy asked, as the carriage rode them from New York to New Jersey.

"Yes," Abbie nodded. "You came to our rescue and brought us back to the townhouse."

"You and Mr. Claypoole were courting at the time," Ichabod added.

"I know when that was... Absolutely astonishing," Betsy gasped with amazement. She had suspected time travel from her time trapped in the catacombs but this was confirmation. "I've seen some amazing things in my day but this... time travel... Perhaps I should have stayed in the game a while longer."

"Do you ever regret giving it all up to start a family?" Abbie asked.

"Not at all. I have been a widow twice. Having a family of my own is what I've always wanted. But during the war, I was needed. I did what I had to do," Betsy seemed satisfied with her accomplishments. "And what about the two of you? Do you have plans for marriage and children in the future?"

"Ah..." Abbie let out a slight laugh. "That's a good question."

"To which the short answer is yes," Ichabod quickly iterated.

"Ichabod Crane, you want children?" Betsy looked surprised. "I seem to remember you always taking every precaution to ensure that a baby would never happen."

"We were in a war," Ichabod reminded her.

"Not to mention I was not your..." Betsy caught herself and stopped. Ichabod was engaged and then married to Katrina during their dalliance. "Well... It was a surprise to me when I heard Katrina was with child."

"Trust that it was a surprise for me too," Ichabod frowned as he remembered Katrina's trickery to become impregnated. "But that is all behind me now."

"You do not plan to see your son?" Betsy asked. She had no idea what had gone down between Ichabod and Katrina.

"Unfortunately I cannot," Ichabod looked down and Abbie quickly held his hand.

"I am so very sorry," Betsy immediately apologized. "That was very thoughtless of me."

"It's all right. You had no way of knowing," Abbie assured her.

"I have made my peace with my past," Ichabod took a deep breath and looked up at Abbie. "I have my future to look forward to now."

"Well, if it is what you both want, to be together and have your own family," Betsy smiled at Abbie, "I hope that you find a way to make it happen."

They finally arrived at the property where Ichabod and Joe found the clothes, evidence that this was where the Thura likely was. It was the ruins of Leeds grandparents' home. It was believed Deborah Leeds burned it down after the birth of her thirteenth child, believing he was the devil.

The trio walked into the stone ruins, but as they approached the fireplace, they were struck by an energy field. They were knocked to the ground, and momentarily dazed.

Ichabod immediately crawled over to Abbie. "Are you alright, Lieutenant? Betsy?"

Abbie nodded, and he gave her a relieved hug before helping her up.

"Goodness, you two could warn a girl," Betsy stood as Ichabod hurried to lend her a hand.

"I can assure you; this barrier was not here whence Joe and I were here previously... or rather in the future."

"We need to shut this thing down," Abbie maneuvered around the barrier, careful not to touch it.

They looked around but could not find a source.

"What about your emblem?" Betsy asked. "Perhaps it's a key."

Abbie pulled out the Thura. It was still lifeless. What energy it got from Orion, was drained during the time travel. They held it to the barrier, but the wall of energy did not go away.

"It looks like we're going to have to find Leeds." Betsy let out a sigh. "And you do not look surprised Ichabod."

"Well, I am not entirely surprised, you see, these are not the clothes that I found in the secret laboratory."

"We just need to finds Leeds and ask him to give us the other Thura," Abbie tucked the emblem they had away for safe keeping, and the three went back to Betsy's carriage.

"He won't give it to us," Betsy hated to be the bearer of bad news. "The fact that the Witnesses were coming was a vital secret. Your very existence would have been at stake. I know that Grace would never have told him about the two of you."

"You're right," Abbie admitted. A bump on the dirt road jolted her and she held on to the side of the carriage and Ichabod to steady herself. She really wished there was a better mode of transportation. She took a breath and continued. "In the journal, she kept from Leeds what the emblem was and who it was for. She gave it to him because she knew he would never let anyone take it from him."

"But Leeds is a reasonable man. I knew him," Ichabod explained. "If we tell him that Grace wanted us to have it; that it is meant for us..."

"No Ichabod," Betsy sadly shook her head. "Leeds is different than he was when Grace was alive. He is hardly reasonable anymore. In the past year he has been engaging in behaviors that indicate that he may be lost."

"He's giving in to the Devil, isn't he?" Abbie asked.

"Yes," Betsy nodded. "If he's not too far gone, I know of the circles he's been known to run in from time to time. If we're lucky we'll find him there."

Abbie was masterful at studying expressions and she did not like the one on Betsy's face. "What are you not telling us?"

"This club, The Hell Fire Club, is very secretive. I've been to a couple of their parties, and they can be quite harmless. It is for people who have particular fetishes of a sexual nature."

"So like BDSM stuff; Bondage, whips, chains, kinky sex... That's no big deal." Abbie relaxed a little. They had come face to face with a faction of the Hell Fire Club a couple of years ago.

"It could be perfectly safe on the main floor or if you're invited to an upstairs bed chamber," Betsy agreed. "But downstairs could be very dangerous. I don't know how things are in the future, but in this day and age, there are people who could disappear, and no one would care. If a servant, slave, prostitute or an orphan goes missing... Nobody would think twice. I don't worry about myself. I worry about the two of you. I am well known. If I disappeared at one of these parties, it would be a disaster for them. But nobody knows who you two are."

"We'll be careful, Betsy," Ichabod was confident. "If Leeds will be at one of these parties then that's where we need to go."

But Betsy already had other ideas. "I can go by myself. Once I secure my invitation. I'll go, find Leeds, slip him a little serum and find out how to get the emblem."

"We aren't going to let you go alone, Betsy," Abbie was adamant.

"She's right," Ichabod took Abbie's side. "We are going with you."

"Very well, Witnesses," Betsy sighed. "I'm going to have to trust that the two of you know how to handle yourselves. "

"We do," Abbie assured her. "From what you've told us, Leeds is going to want to go down into the basement where things get dangerous. We have to find an incentive to get him upstairs."

"I know what that incentive is," Betsy looked at Abbie. "It's you. I'm no witch but I did pick up a few tricks from Grace that can help us convince Leeds that you are the Devil's Grace come back to him. But first we have to procure an invitation."

~o~

Betsy had sent most of the staff away, only keeping two of her personal servants, Howard was her footman a tall pale dark haired man, and one of her maids, Stella; a young black woman in her early twenties. She had particularly chosen them, just in case Abbie or Ichabod were seen, she could claim it was the staff.

"I am going to apologize now. I've sent the cook on holiday. Stella isn't the best in the kitchen, but I'm sure she can whip us up something edible."

"Well then, allow me to prepare dinner," Ichabod offered. "If Stella would not mind lending me a hand."

"You still enjoy cooking Ichabod?" Betsy seemed amused.

"Indeed. In fact my culinary skills are not only famous amongst our comrades in arms during the Revolution, but our modern day Team Witness all clamor for my delectables.

"I bet they do," Betsy's voice was suddenly very sultry. "You're Bedfordshire clanger was the best I'd ever had."

Ichabod smiled boastfully, and then blushed once he caught Betsy's double meaning. Abbie grinned and did her best to hold back a giggle.

"You agree with me, Abigail," Betsy winked.

"I certainly do," Abbie flashed Ichabod a smile. *she's just teasing.*

"Come on Abigail," Betsy took her hand. Let's get your measurements and leave Ichabod to dinner."

"Betsy, behave," Ichabod called after them.

"I told you Ichabod, I'm masterful at getting beautiful women out of their clothes.

~o~

I'm so sorry these clothes were so ill fitting," Betsy offered as she helped Abbie out of her dress.

"Are you kidding?" Abbie said as she stepped out of the petticoat. "It was almost a perfect fit."

"You know your petticoats and corset then?"

"Fairly. We've time traveled enough times that I've gotten used to it. Crane always gets a kick out of seeing me in a corset."

"I bet," Betsy smiled. "You're absolutely beautiful. And I can see how much he loves you.

Abbie admitted. "I can't believe the crazy things we've been through. I don't think I could do it without him."

"I have missed him. He's is such a good partner, and a good man too, despite his faults." Betsy sighed as she put her measuring tape around Abbie's waist. "I don't mean that in a disrespectful manner..."

"No, I know what you mean. I had a partner before Ichabod. He was a like father to me. I miss him every day." Abbie put her hands on Betsy's hands to stop her working. "Can I ask you, why you left him?"

"Did you not ask me this before when we met?"

"In the timeline that was erased... No. Things were crazy. We didn't have this much time... And I didn't know certain things then."

"You mean you didn't know Ichabod and I had our dalliance while he was engaged and then married to Katrina." Betsy stood up and looked away for a moment of reflection. "I'll tell you in confidence, only."

"Sure," Abbie agreed. "It'll stay just between us."

"Well... In 1776, I went on a mission with General Washington. We went to a realm filled with some wondrous things I'd never seen before. I touched an orb... Like crystal ball and it showed me the future of the one I held dearest to my heart. At the time that person was Ichabod. And the future it showed me was him with another woman... and not Katrina."

Abbie swallowed hard. She was almost afraid to ask. "Are you sure it was Ichabod, and did you see who the woman was?"

"It was definitely Ichabod. I'd know his bare ass anywhere. The woman... Was hard to see because of the compromising position. But when he rolled her on top, I saw her beautiful brown skin and a head full of thick black ringlets. She called him Captain, and he called her treasure. And he said he loved her. The way he said 'I love you Treasure' was... Well, I had to let him go after that."

"Oh..." Abbie looked down awkwardly.

"And when I finally was rescued... it was confirmed."

"How so?" Abbie was curious.

I can't say for certain... something happened that Franklin and Washington believed it best I have my memory altered with a potion from Grace. Perhaps the whole truth hurt a bit and they thought it would help me move on."

"You loved him then. It wasn't just a fling between partners?"

But Betsy just smiled. "He found you. You have his heart. I'm not upset about it... at least not anymore. It hurt like hell at first. But then I got a new partner and we fell in love. I wouldn't have had my sweet Eliza if I'd have stayed with Ichabod."

Betsy's story reminded her so much of Orion. The angel knew she was destined to be with Ichabod and had let her go, even though it was painful for both of them.

~o~

It was late when they finally had dinner. Ichabod had become used to all the modern trappings that donned the kitchen of his home with Abbie. But the Bedfordshire clanger was well worth the wait.

"Ichabod, this is splendid!" Betsy mused as she dabbed her mouth with her napkin. "Even better than the last time you made it."

"I have learned many a new trick in the modern ways of the culinary arts."

"Ma'am, a message has arrived," Howard handed her the card as Stella cleared the table.

"Thank you Howard," Betsy took the card and stood from the table.

Ichabod stood when she did, falling easily into the habits of the day.

"Should we have baths drawn for everyone," Stella asked.

"Yes," Betsy nodded. We've been traveling all day..."

"Just one bath, for us... or Miss Mills rather," Ichabod corrected himself.

"It perfectly fine if you two intend to share," Betsy smiled at him. "I kept Stella and Howard on staff here for a reason. There is no need to worry about sensibilities and perceived improprieties. Now, shall we retire to the parlor for drinks."

As the three walked to the parlor, Betsy began reading the card with a smile. "I have secured us an invitation to the next Hell Fire ball."

Stella poured everyone a glass of brandy then went upstairs.

Betsy furrowed her brow as she sat on the lounge chair, "Oh..."

"What is it," Abbie asked, having a seat next to Ichabod.

"The next party is not for another week," Betsy sighed. "And Mr. Tisdale wants to meet you both before the party."

"Spending a week away from home is going to be hard for me to explain," Abbie shook her head. "I hope Sophie and Cynthia can handle this."

"I'm certain our team is prepared for the task at hand Lieutenant. However a faster solution would be preferred."

"I have given some consideration to going out and trying to hunt him down," Betsy shared her thoughts. "When his great Uncle was believed to be the Jersey Devil, there were massacred and mutilated bodies found in the forests of New Jersey and New York. It's possible he could be in hiding."

"We could set a trap," Ichabod suggested as he sipped his brandy. "One of you could play a lost damsel or I could pretend to be an injured hunter."

"But if he hasn't turned yet, we could be the ones that trigger him and set off a chain of mass murders." Abbie interjected. "If we capture him and trigger him, we'll have to get rid of him. That will risk altering the timeline. He doesn't die this year."

"And there are no mass murders in the area during this time," Ichabod pondered. "But still it may be worth the risk to hunt him down now. We have certainly faced more dangerous foes."

"But I have other considerations now Ichabod," Betsy reminded him putting her empty glass on the end table. "I'm certainly willing to do it if that's what it takes, but if we have a safer alternative..."

"Betsy," Ichabod looked cross, "you've never been one to shy away from danger."

"Crane, she has children to think about now. They love her and need her." Abbie reminded him. Abbie knew what it was to be a little girl ripped away from her mom. She wasn't about to put Betsy at risk.

"Those two little girls are the most important people in my life. They need their mother to come home for Christmas. But the world needs the Witnesses. We will get your Thura.

3 ~ Ménage à Trois ~

The sun came up late the next morning, rousing Ichabod from his slumber. Abbie was tucked in grasp nuzzled up in his chest. She'd only stirred once in the middle of the night and had quickly fallen back asleep. He couldn't wait for her to be able to sleep peacefully through the night again.

Ichabod watched her for a moment as the sun darted across the curls of her hair and the side of her face. He kissed her cheek and shoulder, causing her to peek her eyes open a little.

"Good morning Treasure," he smiled, as his hands ran down her bare back. He loved it when they slept in the nude. There was nothing like feeling her soft skin against his. "Did you rest well?"

"Mmm... Not too bad," Abbie stretched groggily. "I hope I didn't bother you too much when I woke you."

"None sense, Treasure. I meant what I said. You can wake me anytime," he kissed her forehead and then cheek. His hand slid down the small of her back and gripped her rear end as he whispered in her ear. "Of course, I would not object if you desired to make it up to me."

"Oh. I think I'd like that. But how exactly should I make it up to you?" She said slyly, waking up more and rolling onto her back.

Ichabod eagerly wedged between her thighs, and she could feel him already getting stiff against her. "I could think of a few ways..."

She was kissing him before he could finish, opening herself up to him. And he was more than happy to oblige. He had a firm grip on his cock, sliding the head up and down her slit, getting her wet...

"Knock, knock... Ichabod Abigail! Time to rise and shine!" Betsy tapped on the door then opened it.

Ichabod immediately sat up, finding the blanket to cover both himself and Abbie. "Betsy! What the devil are you doing?"

She was wearing nothing but a loosely fitted white linen robe with ruffles. It was hardly tied at the waist and everything was showing. Her large pale breasts were nearly completely exposed.

"Oh, good. I see you're already up..." Betsy gave him a cheeky smile. The blanket did not hide Ichabod's erection. We have a lot to do today... Stella... Howard, you can come in."

The servants brought in clothes, and laid them at the foot of the bed, then brought in a basin of fresh hot water for Ichabod and Abbie to wash.

"That'll be all. Please go and have breakfast prepared." Betsy dismissed them.

"Really, Betsy. They don't have to go through so much trouble," Abbie said as she sat up in the bed.

"They've offered to stay and help us this week. And rest assured that they are being paid very well for their services." Betsy smiled. "Now, come Abigail... I want you to try on these dresses I made for you."

Abbie took her hand and climbed out of bed. "When did you do all of this?"

"Last night," Betsy chimed as she grabbed a dress and held it up to Abbie.

"Betsy you shouldn't have. It's too much."

"I enjoyed it. Besides, if we're going out in town you need to be looking your best."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Ichabod spoke up.

"Trust me Ichabod. There are people who want to meet you and Abigail before the party. It must be done. Now you need to try on those pants."

"Betsy, a little privacy..." He asked.

"Don't be ridiculous Ichabod. I've seen it all before." Betsy kept her attention on dressing Abbie.

Ichabod grumbled, as he watched a half naked Betsy with her hands all over his naked fiancé. It was not helping his erection go away at all.

"Can I ask you something?" Betsy looked quite serious and Abbie nodded. "Does everyone do that in your time?"

"What?" Abbie followed her eyes down. "Oh... Grooming? A lot of people do; either shaving or waxing. Not everyone."

"Even the men?" Betsy looked at Ichabod curiously.

"It's called Manscaping. And not as many men do it as women. Crane hasn't caught on to that trend."

"I think I like it," Betsy smiled as she helped Abbie lace up her corset. "It does explain how you can wear such tiny undergarments. I designed this one for the actual ball. I have a similar one. But this one I thought would frame your double jug quite nicely with the ruffles. Don't you agree, Ichabod?"

Ichabod only swallowed hard. He was speechless. Abbie looked beautiful and incredibly sexy. Too sexy.

"And you should wear those tiny black lace britches with this. You'll have Leeds falling over himself to get to you."

"Betsy really, this is a bit much even for you..." Ichabod frowned.

Betsy furrowed her brow and shot him a look. "Ichabod Crane, you really ought to know better. If you cannot handle me touching your precious Treasure, what on earth will you do when Leeds or another man or woman at the ball touches her.?"

"Well... I..."

"Well, you had better get used to it now," Betsy snapped. "Abigail, could you grab my double jug please?"

"Sure," Abbie shrugged and put a firm grip on her.

And Betsy did the same grabbing hers. "Oh, very nice, Abigail."

Ichabod turned red. He was a strange combination of furious and very turned on.

Abbie rolled her eyes, "Crane, come on. It's just like when we did that Cult case at the retreat."

"Except nobody was grabbing your double jug or trying to have relations with you then," Ichabod snipped.

"Well then maybe Betsy and I should do this on our own," Abbie suggested very seriously. "I need to get the Thura back, and that means getting to Leeds."

"Lieutenant, we need to get the Thura. I'm not letting you do this without me."

"Ok then," Abbie tipped her head with a smirk and pointed to the clothes laid out on the bed. "Betsy made those for you. Will you try them on?"

"Very well," Ichabod let out a sigh of concession as he turned and got up from bed. "You two can release each other now," he waved for them to let go of each other's ass.

"Mmm... I'm good," Abbie tried not to smirk.

"As am I. I need the practice myself," Betsy bit her bottom lip.

The ladies relentlessly teased Ichabod who had to fight to keep his erection down.

Betsy did allow herself a peek and grinned at the fact that he still had such a nice behind. And good lord he was well hung.

"We should cool it," Betsy admitted in a whisper to Abbie. "You two are actually turning me on."

The ladies burst out laughing as they separated.

"Oh... These are fine linens indeed," Ichabod mused as he slid them on and fastened them. Betsy really did know her materials and her stitch work was second to none in any day.

"I'm pleased to have your approval," Betsy smiled as she took a step back to look at the pair. You two will be absolutely irresistible. In four days we have lunch with Mr. Tisdale. He's hosting the Ball and wants to meet all new comers ahead of time. Until then, perhaps you two could help me prepare the house for The Claypoole Christmas Eve party. I have a ton of shopping and decorating to do. And with the staff gone..."

"We'd be glad to help. We're going to be here for a week. We may as well make ourselves useful."

"Agreed," Ichabod nodded and held up a finger. "I have been known to do quite a splendid job with decorating for holiday festivities."

"Good!" Betsy beamed. "I don't know if you've heard but the Canadians have been using a Christmas Tree as Holiday centerpiece. You decorate it and light it up with candles. John saw one last year and insists that we have one this year. I wonder if it will be a new trend."

"I may have heard of it," Ichabod gave Abbie a look as she held back a smile.
Betsy took a long glance at the three of them scantily dressed in the mirror, and let out a sigh. "Damn… why couldn't this have happened while I was single?"

~o~

The next few days went by fairly quickly. There were plenty of preparations to be done with only the five of them to handle everything. Abbie loved keeping busy during the day. Betsy even taught her to crochet ornaments for decorating. Every evening before bed the trio retired to the parlor for drinks and time to reminisce.

Tonight Abbie sat at the piano tinkering out a few old pieces that she remembered while Betsy and Ichabod sat across from each other in the lounge chairs.

"She's incredible, Ichabod," Betsy smiled as she watched Abbie play. "She suits you. I'm glad you two found each other."

"As am I," Ichabod never took his eyes off of her. "I never thought I'd love anyone the way I love her. From the very first moment we met, I felt this connection to her, and... Well here we are."

Ichabod noticed Betsy was suddenly very quiet and she put down her crocheting. "Apologies if I was being insensitive."

"No, Ichabod it's not that at all," Betsy took in a deep breath and let it out as she gathered her thoughts. "I received this earlier today from Ben. These are papers for Abbie. We go to see Mr. Tisdale tomorrow and then the Hell Fire Ball is in three days."

She handed Ichabod the papers, and he looked them over. Ben Franklin had signed that Grace Mills is a free woman, born a free woman December 1760. Once again, the man who he once believed to be overly eccentric and needlessly dabbling in alchemy and other foolishness, was coming through for him and Abbie.

"This is excellent Betsy; one less thing to worry about." He seemed satisfied. But Betsy still looked concerned. "What troubles you?"

"The two of you are my responsibility. What if I've forgotten something? I've been out of this line of work for a few years now... One little mistake... One misstep could be disastrous for Abigail. There are people in this club far more powerful and influential than I am. What if someone takes her? What if I can't get her back," Betsy rubbed her fingers against her temple in frustration. "We didn't do enough Ichabod. We should have stood up to the slave owners and said no more, but we were so worried about winning our own independence... I'm just worried about making sure she's safe, and I get you two back home."

Ichabod had vivid memories of their run in with Col. Sutton. The war was over, but things were not better for everyone; people of color and slavery prominent in the south. Ichabod could lie to himself and pretend that Sutton was a fluke. But he was forced to take a hard look at the life that he applauded and spoke so highly of. Men like Sutton were everywhere. Likely even men he called his friends would harm his beloved 'Lef'tenant'...

*Don't worry Crane. We can do this.* Abbie looked over to him from the piano with a semi- confident smile. She could sense his concern and hear his thoughts though he hadn't intended to share them.

"We just need to be focused," Betsy picked up her stitching again and began needling at it, as if were helping her relax and think clearly.

It was something Ichabod had often seen her do when they were partners. Ichabod sipped his brandy as he listened to Abbie play. She was what centered him, focused him. She was his everything.

~o~

A rousing dinner easily turned into a small party, as Abbie, Ichabod and Betsy joined Mr. Tisdale and a couple of his associates from the Hell Fire Club for dinner. They were not exactly thrilled to have another good looking man joining in and creating competition, but Betsy and Abbie easily charmed them and had them convinced they'd be worth it.

When the trio arrived back at the Townhouse they found it fully decorated and lit up. Howard and Stella had worked all afternoon to get everything ready to preview the house for Betsy.

"I hope you approve of everything Mrs. Claypoole," Stella beamed.

"I do!" Betsy couldn't stop looking at everything. All of the ornaments she stitched where hanging on the garland which truly decked all the halls. "It's perfect. Johns going to love it! We should all celebrate!"

"Yes it has indeed been a good night all around," Ichabod chimed. "I have a recipe for a nog that will be the perfect nightcap for this eve."

In less than half an hour the small group was singing, drinking, and having a merry time.

"Crane is there any eggnog in this? It taste like straight up liqueur," Abbie laughed as she attempted another cup.

"Lieutenant, it is the perfect combination of rum, cognac, and bourbon," he curled his lips into a sly grin. "There may be a touch of eggnog in it as well."

Abbie let out a laugh that was so sweet and lively that it warmed Ichabod's heart.

He then held out his hand, "Might I have the pleasure of a dance?"

"You may," Abbie took his hand.

Howard played some holiday songs on his fiddle, and Ichabod spun Abbie around the floor in a haphazard country dance, as Stella and Betsy clapped long. As the night drew to a close, Ichabod ended up a little bit wasted and slumped on the sofa across Abbie's lap.

"You're adorable when you're drunk," Abbie grinned as she looked down on him.

"No, you're adorable when you're drunk," he slurred, eyes barely open. "Sing us a song, Treasure."

"It's late," Abbie protested. "We should get to bed."

"No please," he begged. His eyes were fully closed now. "Betsy, you should hear her sing she has the most beautiful voice..."

"Oh, then I must insist," Betsy gestured her hand outward welcoming Abbie to entertain them.

"Ok," Abbie agreed. "But then we get some sleep." She thought for a moment, then she knew the perfect song.

"I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me..."

Abbie brushed back the hair from Ichabod's face as she sang. She was so at peace and content in the moment. It didn't matter where they were, as long as they were together, she could be happy and feel safe, and be loved.

Her voice was so soft and mellow even Betsy was soothed to sleep, as Stella began to put out the candles.

"I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams."

Abbie kissed Ichabod on the forehead and snuggled up next to him on the sofa. She watched as Stella put out the last of the candles on the tree, then closed her eyes hoping to sleep through the night.

~o~

4 ~ Under Cover ~

Las Vegas. The B team couldn't be more pleased with the location of the auction. Not only could they party it up a bit, but there were plenty of security cameras on the strip to keep Daniel busy, and hopefully keep him from coming after Abbie and Sophie.

Cynthia wore low heels a wig and sun glasses the whole time. And with Macey in her ear using a wireless ear piece, she could easily direct her mom which way to turn to keep her face off of the cameras.

It's a good thing too because Daniel Reynolds was all over it. He was tracking every call and text made from Abbie's phone and was irritated that she never called him to speak in person.

The night of the auction, Joe and Jenny showed up first to get a good look at the box top. It was in perfect condition. Sophie and Cynthia showed up a half an hour later just as all the items were being sent back to be locked up.

They each received their burner phones for the secret auction. And one by one the items were brought out to be bid on.

The top of Pandora's box was the last item to be bid on after a very long night. They wheeled the case out and the auctioneer announced the item. But when the velvet cover was removed from the case, there was no ancient box top artifact inside. Instead, the audience gasped and a couple of ladies screamed at the sight of a bloodied, mangled body, crumpled and compacted into the case.

"Oh my god!" Jenny ran up to the case. "It's gone! The piece of the box isn't here."

"Damn," Sophie shook her head. "I need you to lay low. The police may get involved. The last thing we need is for Reynolds to figure out that Agent Mills isn't really here."

"Any idea what happened to the piece of the box?" Cynthia asked.

"I'm not sure. But the way that body is crammed into that case. I don't think that was done without some kind of magic being involved."

Pandora walked down the Vegas strip fully decked out in heels and a mini skirt, with a huge smile on her face. She had another piece to her box and now she was feeling pretty damn lucky.

~o~

1785

"You want me to consume this foul smelling concoction?" Ichabod turned up his nose to vial Betsy handed him.

"Yes. It'll work. Trust me." Betsy insisted.

The concoction happened to be a witch's brew that would mask ones identity. You would only recognize the consumer if someone called them by name.

"Drink it Crane," Abbie insisted. "You can't have Leeds recognize you.

"How about you partake with me, Lieutenant. We are a team."

"Hell no," Abbie crinkled her face. "We're in this together but I'm not drinking that. I am here for moral support."

"Very well," Ichabod grumbled as he choked down the drink.

Abbie and Betsy stood in amazement as Ichabod's image seemed to slip from their mind as they looked at him. It was very unnerving.

"Did it work?" He asked.

"Yeah... And it's weird as hell!" Abbie frowned.

"Grace, Say his name and let's hope this woks." Betsy stared at Ichabod truly surprised that she didn't recognize him.

"Ichabod Crane," Abbie spoke his name and slowly his image came back to her. "That was too weird. Can you recognize him Betsy?"

"No," she shook her head. "It is quite unnerving. Ichabod Crane." Betsy sighed with relief when his image came back to her. "We have twenty four hours until the serum wears off. Hopefully we will have you two back home before then."

Abbie picked up the lip balm that she was to put on before kissing Leeds. "Let's just hope this works as well that serum does."

"If it is the same enchantment Katrina used on me it will work." Ichabod knew all too well.

"But there has to be an initial desire. We can't grantee he's going to want me."

"Oh he'll want you Abigail. There is a very familiar sense about you." Betsy handed her a bottle of perfume with certainty. "Wear this perfume. It's the one Grace wore.

"We should get dressed," Abbie's voice hid her nervousness well.

They had their pseudo names ready; the Queen of Grace, the Queen of Desire and the Huntsman. Ichabod was quite impressed with his choice.

Their costumes were perfectly tailored; matching red back and gold velvet and satin. Abbie was certain she was one false move away from a nip slip, but somehow Betsy's design managed to keep her bits just covered.

~o~

Lioness, Dragon Fire, the Slayer; these were a few of the many names the guests were introduced as. Lady Lark was one name that turned Ichabod beet red, and even amused Betsy, though Abbie didn't quite get it. These were their alter egos, and here they didn't have to be ladies and gentlemen as society dictated. They could be as sexual, vulgar or even as violent as they pleased and tomorrow go back to their perfectly proper lives.

Other than the rather interesting names and an air of mystique, the party seemed quite normal in the front parlor. Everyone was fully dressed in very fine suits and gowns, though perhaps a little darker and more risqué than normal fashion of this era would dictate. Betsy's creations were certainly eye catching.

Mr. Tisdale, known at the ball as The Executioner, remained in the front parlor greeting the guests, and eagerly encouraging them to head down the hall where the real festivities were being held.

"The Queen of Desire? I haven't seen you at one of our balls in a few years. And who might this tasty little morsel be," a tall red headed gentleman approached taking Abbie's hand and kissing it.

"This lovely is the Queen of Grace, and the gentleman is our Huntsman," Betsy introduced them. "And this is Dragon Fire."

"Wonderful to make your acquaintance," Dragon Fire still held Abbie's hand. "Might I offer you a drink?"

Ichabod clenched his jaw and was ready to protest as the man whisked Abbie away. But Betsy held his arm. "Dragon Fire is harmless. He never goes downstairs. Keep an eye on her and stay close. I'm going to talk to Tisdale, I mean the Executioner, and see if Leeds is here."

As soon as Betsy left his side, a group of slightly seasoned women were on Ichabod like vultures; ogling his hair and eyes, and seeming to have a strange fetish for his hands and fingers.

"You did remember to reserve a room upstairs for my associates and I," Betsy purred to Tisdale as she approached him.

"I did indeed. The Huntsman and his Queens have a suite reserved beside my own. But I do hope you participate in an exhibition or two before retiring upstairs for your pleasure."

"Oh, we shall see," Betsy tried to keep her focus on Tisdale but she was eager to get to Leeds and get things moving along.

Tisdale however was so close to her she didn't have an inch between them.

"Might I be invited to join your party when you do retire to your private entertainment," he asked running his fingers down her neck and across her cleavage. These were the days before safe words and when there were few limits after all. "Or perhaps you'd like to go down stairs for a little punishment first. Has the Queen of Desire been a bad girl?"

"Of course I have," Betsy teased. "But I do all the punishing."

That's when she saw him. Daniel Japheth Leeds walked right in looking incredibly dashing and as if he owned the place. Definitely arriving late to make an entrance, he seemed to ooze charisma. Abbie thought he seemed more like a man from a 1950's movie than an eighteenth century gentleman.

"I have arrived," he boasted. "Did you miss me?"

"Well if it isn't the Devil himself. Welcome my friend!" Tisdale called out to him. "I have a very special treat waiting for you down stairs."

"It is just like you, Executioner. Always aiming to please," Leeds grabbed a drink and started to go towards the Library, but something caught his attention... a scent; sweet, floral with a hint of lavender. His mind instantly flashed an image of Grace Dixon smiling at him in a haze. It knocked him off his game for a second.

He shook his head and came to his senses. When he looked in the direction he had just passed, he saw Abbie with her beautiful smile, sparkling brown eyes and a head full of thick beautiful curls. He was instantly smitten.

"Hello dear," he simply ignored Dragon Fire and took Abbie's hand. "I am The Devil. And who might you be?"

"I am The Queen of Grace," Abbie tipped her head down ever so slightly and peered up at him with a mischievous grin.

"And are you here with young Dragon Fire or are you all alone this evening?"

"Dragon Fire and I were just getting to know each other. I am actually here with The Huntsman and The Queen of Desire."

"Of course a creature so divine as yourself would be in fine company. Allow me to escort you to the ball room. And if you are so inclined, later we could go to my private room downstairs."

"Let's start with the ballroom and see how things go from there," Abbie took a last swallow of her drink and let Leeds take her by the hand.

Once in the main hallway, servants separated them, taking Leeds to the Library where the men could dress down and Abbie was taken to the drawing room with the other women.

Abbie could see immediately that this is where things really began. Servants, both men and women, helped the ladies out of their fancy dresses revealing their very naughty undergarments. The servants were there to pleasure anyone who was so incline and there were plenty of women indulging in a quick sexual tryst.

She looking in the mirror, adjusting her lacy black panties when Betsy finally came in and began to undress.

"And how are things going with the Devil?" Betsy asked, joining Abbie at the mirror.

"That perfume worked like a charm. It got his attention. He's already invited me to join him in his private room downstairs."

"Do not go downstairs, whatever you do. Convince him to come upstairs with us."

"I'm working on it," Abbie tugged at her panties again as if hoping they would miraculously cover more of her but cheeks.

"Stop it," Betsy teased, as she fluffed the ruffles at the edges of Abbie's corset. "It's perfect just like that. I'd kill to have an ass that gorgeous. Show it off. Leeds won't be able to resist.

Ichabod was in the library changing as quickly as he could. He turned away the half naked servant girls who tried to attend to him. He just wanted to be back close to Abbie as quickly as possible. Leeds seemed to be enjoying the extra attention. Ichabod checked himself in the mirror straitening the lapels of his long jacket across his bare chest.

"That is a fine coat and linen pants," Leeds struck up a conversation. "Did the Queen of Desire design them herself?"

"Indeed," Ichabod tried not to grumble. "Her talent is second to none."

"I will have to ask her to design something for me," Leeds turned up his charm. "And your other lady friend, the Queen of Grace... What is her profession?"

Ichabod raised an eyebrow. Leeds truly was interested in Abbie and it seemed beyond a simple sexual tryst. "The lady is a private person. We are here for the pleasure, not to delve into our personal lives."

"But you would not object to me asking her for a private audience?"

Of course Ichabod objected, but he had to play it cool. One false step and he could blow Abbie's chances of getting Leeds alone.

"We are a package deal, the Queens and I. However if you'd care to seek the Queen of Grace's company, you could always ask her and see if she is amiable."

"I believe I shall."

Leeds exited the Library and Ichabod followed. Their timing was perfect as Abbie and Betsy were just leaving the drawing room.

The ladies looked stunning. Ichabod's jaw dropped at the sight of Abbie's black lace panties showing below the ruffles of her corset. It even took Leeds a moment to gather his thoughts. He was usually so cool and quick on his feet.

"Well, well, well, ladies you look absolutely magnificent," Leeds tone oozed of desire, as his eyes fell upon Abbie. "and you, my Queen, are entirely irresistible. Might I be the first on your dance card?" He held his hand out for Abbie.

"I'd love that," Abbie practically licked her lips at his offer.

She was playing the part too well for Ichabod's comfort and he stood tight lipped with arms straight down and his fingers outstretched.

Betsy had their clothes sent up to their private room, as she watched Ichabod turning red.

"Come along Huntsman. Relax. She knows what she's doing." Betsy escorted him into the ballroom where Leeds had already spun Abbie onto the dance floor for a very sexy European waltz. There were several couples dancing in the most scandalous attire Ichabod had ever seen worn at a ball. A sexual display was being put on and being observed on one side of the room, while lounge chairs placed on the other side of the ballroom were occupied by couples making out and straight up fucking. This was like no ball Ichabod had ever attended.

Ichabod grabbed a glass of hard liqueur and downed it in two swallows. He watched as Leeds had his hands all over Abbie, whispering in her ear and grabbing her rear end.

"Do not get drunk Huntsman," Betsy whispered through a gritted smile. "Come dance with me. We can keep an eye on her."

"I can watch her fine from here, without distraction," Ichabod huffed.

You're Huntsman doesn't seem very pleased," Leeds whispered in Abbie's ear. "Does he not like to see his Queen being naughty with another man?"

"He's a little protective that's all," Abbie purred as she let her arms hang loosely around his shoulders.

"If he is jealous of a little dance," Leeds teased, "What would he do if I pinned you to the wall and had you right here, right now? What would he do if I spread your legs and ate you till you screamed my name with pleasure? What would your Huntsman do if he knew how badly I wanted to see your lips wrapped around my lobcock."

Abbie's eyes widened. Leeds did not pull any punches.

"Would he fight me? Demand a to the death duel, perhaps?"

"Maybe," Abbie tried to catch up to Leeds' speed. "Especially, if he actually saw me with my lips on you."

"You like that don't you," Leeds teased. "You like it when he's jealous."

Abbie tried to come back with a snappy quip, but Leeds slid his fingers under the lace of her panties, catching her off guard.

"I can hear your heart racing, my Queen. Is it because he's watching me touch you? Does he make you nervous, or do I?"

"I'm not nervous," Abbie lifted her chin and looked him right in the eye. "You are being very bad."

"Join me downstairs in my private room. You can punish me... Or I can punish you."

Abbie shook her head, "I'm an upstairs girl only."

"Oh come now," he teased, as he kissed her neck. "Take a risk. I have a special package all tied up and waiting in my room. We can practice on her for your first time downstairs. I won't hurt you... unless you want me to."

"If you want to play with me, we take it upstairs," Abbie insisted.

"I don't want to play with you love," he hissed as he pressed his groin firm against her. "I want to f*** you."

He stepped away from her and kissed her hand. "I'm going downstairs for some refreshments. That should give you some time to think about joining me in my chambers. I do hope that you reconsider by the time I come back."

He hurried away grabbing a glass of whiskey as he left.

Abbie let out a deep breath and turned her attention back to her compatriots. Ichabod was being accosted by the middle aged women from earlier. They managed to get him on the sofa as they fondled his hair and played with his fingers. He looked thoroughly annoyed. But Betsy was amused.

"How did it go?" Betsy asked as Abbie approached her.

"Well, he liked me, but he's stubborn. Maybe I should grab the lip balm and meet him downstairs..."

"Absolutely not," Betsy frowned. "The things that happen down there... You do not want to be a part of that. Don't worry, he'll be back for you. I think a little exhibition with you as the centerpiece will change his mind about joining us upstairs. We just need to get Ichabod on board."

"Speaking of," Abbie grinned. "I think I should rescue him from his new found fans."

Abbie sauntered over to him and sat right on his lap. "Excuse me ladies, but I'm taking my man back."

The ladies smiles all turned sour as Ichabod gave Abbie a firm, mouth open, wet tongue, deep throat kiss. A sly cheeky grin of pure satisfaction graced his face afterwards, and the ladies certainly got the message. He was taken.

"Dance with me, my Queen," Ichabod's voice was suddenly dark and hinted of his desire.

He wisked them onto the dance floor and pressed Abbie close to him as the made slow deliberate movements to the Walt's. she willingly followed his lead, letting him take charge of the dance.

"Tell me Treasure, what did Leeds say to you?" Ichabod quickly spun her, and pulled her back to him in anticipation of her response.

"He said that you were getting jealous," Abbie glanced up at him, the corners of her lips curling just a touch. "And he said that I liked it."

Ichabod raised an eyebrow, "oh really? And is there any truth to his assertion."

"No," she paused. "Maybe just a little. But you don't have anything to be jealous about."

"But I do," Ichabod disagreed. "It drives me mad to see another man watching you or touch you. You're not just an object to be used for some blaggard's fancy... I more than just adore you. I love you. You are everything to me, Treasure."

Abbie could not help but blush. Not to mention he was really turning her on. "Do you think this is the best time and place to make declarations? I can't exactly take you upstairs and show you how much I appreciate it."

"Just knowing that the desire is there, based on the sentiments I have bestowed, shall sustain me until such a time arises."

He gave her a quick kiss then spun her around again. She got a glimps of Betsy who had her hands full with Dragon Fire and The Executioner.

"Should we rescue her?"

Ichabod glanced over at his former partner. "No. Trust me. Betsy can handle herself."

~o~

5 ~Playing with the Devil

It was a half an hour before Leeds returned. His attention immediately was drawn back to Abbie. She knew it was time to step up her game. Leeds was used to taking charge and getting his way. She sent Ichabod over to Betsy to give Leeds a chance to make his move. Then she leaned against the wall looking positively uninterested in every man who approached her for a dance or a tryst. In only a few minutes Leeds took the bait.

"You are too precious to be standing here alone," Leeds said as he stood inches in front of her and placed one hand on the wall beside her. "Were you waiting for me?"

"And if I was?" She asked.

"Then you are ready to come downstairs with me?"

Abbie took her finger and dabbed what was clearly blood from the side of his mouth. She had to wonder if his special treat was still alive.

"Why would I do that? If you are just looking for an object to have your fun with downstairs, anyone can satisfy your lust. Take her... Or her even," Abbie pointed to another black woman.

"Is that what you think?" Leeds looked offended. "My Queen, I want you because there is something special about you. There's a feeling I get when I'm close to you. You remind me of a time when I thought love was possible; when beauty and joy were things I longed for."

"Then why do you want to take me downstairs?"

"Because… I no longer believe in the pleasure that comes from true love any more. I get my pleasure from pain now. The side of me that I kept repressed is coming live now, and he doesn't want to be hidden away any longer."

"Well then if that's what you want, take one of those other girls downstairs and get what you want from them," Abbie held him by the hips and pressed him against her. He wanted her all right, his cock was hard and throbbing. "But if you want to feel pleasure like you used to... you can come with me upstairs."

Betsy and Ichabod watched closely as Abbie worked on Leeds.

"Come on Huntsman. I believe she's got him. Let's put on a little display. Play along and don't screw this up," Betsy took Ichabod's hand and sauntered over to Abbie and Leeds.

"It's time for us to go upstairs Queen of Grace," Betsy held out her hand for Abbie. "Will the Devil be joining you? Or do we get to have you tonight?"

Betsy kissed Abbie's lips then neck and motioned for Ichabod to come up behind Abbie. He did immediately; tilting Abbie's head back to kiss her lips.

There was no mistaking the look in Leeds' eyes. He wanted Abbie, all to himself and wanted the Huntsman and Desire off of her now. That jealousy he teased about earlier was him projecting.

"If the Devil wants his Grace, he can have me," Abbie looked right at Leeds, her brown eyes drawing him in to her. "Do you want me?"

He took a deep breath, her scent her eyes, she was more than he could resist. "I do want you."

He followed them upstairs to their room, where a servant poured them some wine. Abbie and Betsy slipped into the water closet to freshen up, leaving the men waiting. Ichabod did his best not to look too uncomfortable as he sat on the lounge chair with one leg crossed atop the other.

"I take it this is your first time, Huntsman," Leeds stated more than asked as he took a drink of wine.

"I beg your pardon?" Ichabod's demeanor was stiff and serious.

"I mean the first time sharing your Queens," Leeds almost sneered. "Relax. The Queen of Desire is, well, very desirable. However, I only want Grace... And there she is."

"Did you miss me," Abbie gave him a sly smile as she wrapped her arms around Leeds. She had the lip balm on and hoped it would work fast.

"I certainly have. I've been waiting all night to have you; to taste you... to be inside you."

Ichabod felt as if he were screaming inside his head and he felt angry heat all over, rushing through him.

Leeds pulled Abbie close, pressing his body to hers as he leaned in and kissed her.

Ichabod had to look away as the two toppled onto the bed. He took several deep breaths to keep himself calm and to stop himself from pulling Abbie off of Leeds. He wanted to rip Leeds head right off his body.

Betsy held Ichabod to make him calm down and wait patiently, after she sent the servant away. She pretended to kiss Ichabod to keep his face turned away from Abbie, as Leeds unfastened her corset, kissing and caressing her breasts.

"Hey guys..." Abbie whispered. "I think it's working."

She crawled off of him and sat on the bed beside him. He looked dazed, as if he were high. Ichabod and Betsy hurried to the bed and looked him over.

"Leeds, can you hear me?" Abbie asked.

"Yes, Grace my love... You're really here?" Leeds sighed with a smile. "I must be dreaming..."

Betsy looked at Abbie and nodded for her to continue.

"Do you remember the emblem I gave you to keep safe?" Abbie asked eager to get right to it.

"Of course. It's safe. I've been studying it. Hoping to find a way to get to you... to bring you back to me."

"Japheth... I need you to focus. How do I get into your lab in the cellar? There's a barrier..."

"Yes... You remember. My blood and the hymn you love so much..." Leeds voice trailed off and he started to pass out."

Abbie patted his cheeks. "Hey, stay with me. Tell me the hymn."

"The one about grace... The lines... Through many dangerous toils and snares, I have already come..."

"Tis grace that brought me safe thus far..."

"Yes..." He smiled as he closed his eyes again. "And grace will lead me home. You told me that you loved that hymn."

"How do you know it?" Betsy asked her.

"It's kind of really popular in the future," Abbie shrugged. "What did he mean by his blood?"

"Exactly what he said I'm afraid," Ichabod poured out the bottle of whiskey began washing it in the water basin. "We'll need his blood."

They made a cut on Leeds hand and drained some of his blood into the bottle. Betsy then went to the window and whistled. A minute later, Stella and Howard were climbing a rope into the second floor window.

"Betsy, what is going on?" Ichabod asked.

"You and Abbie are leaving to go get your Thura. Stella and Howard will take your place . You two should change. I'll take care of Leeds."

"It seems very sudden," Ichabod seemed caught off guard. "I thought we'd go get the Thura in the morrow."

"We need to do this as soon as possible Crane. We don't know how much Leeds will remember, but he might go to the lab just to check on it. We can't risk waiting." Abbie was already washing the balm from her lips and then swapped clothes with Stella.

Ichabod did the same and in minutes they were ready to go.

"There's a horse waiting for you, and some provisions," Betsy gave them both a quick hug.

"In case we don't see you again Betsy... Thank you for everything you've done for us." Abbie held her hand firm for a second. "I'm really glad I got to know you."

"Betsy, it seems we are being afforded a proper farewell after all," Ichabod gave her a polite head bow.

"I glad things worked out for you Ichabod. Perhaps we will meet again one day."

Ichabod set a good pace on the horse. Abbie sat in front of him, with his arms around her and hands on the reigns. It was a cold night, but a blanket wrapped around the two of them kept them warm during the ride. It reminded her again of Baldre Bre. Then it hit her. If this worked, all of the feelings would fade way. The memories of a life in Persia that were not hers, would be no more than a story she was once told.

"It seems there is something on your mind Lieutenant. Tell me," he asked as they approached Leeds property.

"Everything is going to change after tonight. Our lives will go back to normal."

"Normal for our lives? Does such a thing even exist," he joked, causing her to let out a quiet laugh and lean back into his chest. He smiled, pleased with himself, that his little quip could bring her the smallest bit of joy.

When they arrived, they wasted no time. Ichabod quickly helped her down and she pulled out the flask with Leeds blood.

"Will you do the honors?" Ichabod asked as he poured Leeds' blood on her hand and his own.

They cautiously held their hands up to the force field and were relieved when it didn't zap them.

Ok," Abbie took a deep breath. "Through many dangerous toils and snares, I have already come. Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home."

The barrier vanished.

Ichabod pulled out the Thura and then went to the secret door within the stove.

"Why would Leeds have a Franklin stove?" Abbie asked.

"Similar design, but this is not Franklin's," Ichabod reached into the flames to pull the lever.

The hearth immediately shifted and opened to the stairway.

Abbie looked down the dark stairway then back at Ichabod. "Your turn. I went first last time," she grinned.

Ichabod blushed with a smile when he realized she meant in the garden.

They made their way down into the fully equipped laboratory. It was obvious Leeds was currently conducting experiments in all manner of things.

"Here it is!" Abbie picked up the Thura which was attached to a wax cylinder. How does this exist?"

"What is it?"

"It's for a projector," Abbie furrowed her brow. "This shouldn't exist yet."

The Thura began to glow and warm up in Abbie's hand. "Crane?"

"I see it..." he was holding the broken Thura which suddenly flew from his hand and attached itself to the other.

They became so hot that Abbie had to let go.

"Ah! Damn it!" She hissed.

"Are you all right, Lieutenant?"

Abbie looked at her hand. "Yeah, I'm fine. What are they doing?"

The Witnesses watched as the Thuras suspended in midair and began glowing brighter. Ichabod attempted to grab them but the heat singed his hand.

"Perhaps it is in the healing process," Ichabod suggested. "We shall have to wait."

"Let's hope it hurries. I don't want Leeds showing up and going full Jersey Devil on us."

"Indeed," Ichabod grumbled as he sat on the ground. It had to be two or three in the morning and they were so tired. "Come. We should take a short respite whilst we are able, and prepare ourselves for whatever might come."

Abbie sat beside him as they watched and waited. An hour passed and there was no change. Soon the couple slumped over in each other's arms catching a quick nap.

~o~

6 ~ Jackson and Grazia... Harris? ~

"Mama, wake up... Somebody's hungry," the perky voice of a teenage girl caused Abbie to stir from her sleep.

She suddenly realized she wasn't on the floor in Leeds dark laboratory... But in a bed.

She opened her eyes and saw Ichabod sleeping beside her. But his hair was all silver and white with streaks of brown.

"Crane..." She whispered. "What's going on?"

"Abbie?" He opened his eyes groggily to find Abbie with her hair in long braids with flecks of white intertwined, her face slightly rounder. He looked around. They were in someone's bedroom "What the devil?"

"Mama! Oh good you're awake." A light skinned teenage girl with long wavy dark hair and Hazel eyes, came into the room. She was carrying a baby in her arms and plopped herself on the bed. The girl put the baby in Abbie's arms and leaned over to kiss Ichabod on the cheek. "Good morning father."

"Good morrow... Maggie..." Ichabod's voice trailed off as he suddenly recognized the girl. Her name was Margret. The baby was Benjamin... Baby Ben. Memories began rushing in like a flood. This was Jackson and Grazia's home, their children, their life on the farm in upstate New York.

"The twins are starting breakfast. Jonathan and Richard are tending to the animals so you can take your time. I'll go fetch some eggs." Maggie spoke a mile a minute barely stopping to take a breath. She placed a cup on the nightstand. "I'll leave this here for you mama, and I'll be back with a diaper for Ben in a few."

Maggie hurried out of the room leaving Ichabod and Abbie to figure out what was going on. Ichabod held out his hand and saw the imprint of the Thura.

"Why did it bring us here instead of just taking us to the garden?" Abbie asked holding the baby trying to calm him. She was usually pretty good with babies, but little Ben was not content with being held for some reason.

"Perhaps it is making the attempt to set things right by putting us in our Doppelgängers bodies."

"Like a hard reset..." Abbie sighed. Baby Ben was getting increasingly fussy. "What am I supposed to do with him? He won't calm down."

"I believe you are expected to feed him," Ichabod informed her as he did a quick check to make sure the baby's diaper was dry.

"Are you kidding me right now?" She looked cross as she reached for the cup Maggie left. "It's empty..."

"Lieutenant," Ichabod pointed to her chest. "You have to feed him and then express the excess into the cup to be used for a bottle later."

"Seriously? Are we still in 1885? Grazia's gotta be pushing 50, right?" Abbie grimaced at the thought of nursing.

"In this day, Lieutenant, it is not uncommon for women in rural areas to continue having children until such a time as they are no longer fertile."

Ben became more aggravated and starting crying louder. Now Abbie's chest felt like it was on fire.

"What the hell!"

"Lieutenant, umm... you're leaking," Ichabod did his best to keep a straight face as Abbie looked completely mortified.

"What do I do?" Abbie's eyes pleaded for help.

"Hold him close to you," Ichabod eased the top of her gown down exposing her breast. "He'll do the rest."

Abbie winced as the baby latched himself on.

"There," Ichabod smiled. He propped up some pillows so Abbie could set back and nurse the baby. "Now just relax. You're doing splendid." Ichabod kissed her cheek and smiled. He couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight.

Abbie tried to relax, while Ichabod put a fresh log on the fire and heated some water. Her mind was being inundated with information and memories now. She at first tried to resist them. After what happened with the memories of Baldre Bre, taking on more memories made her nervous.

But as she sat back holding Baby Ben, the Darby's life unfolded in her mind. She could see their move to The Colonies with little Grace.

They changed their name to Harris to keep her safe.

One by one the names and faces of all Grazia's and Jackson's children came to her; twelve children after Grace and five grandchildren... The memory of Grace's death was still very fresh and painful.

When she was done nursing and haphazardly expressing, Ichabod showed her how to change the cloth diaper. It was all so strange.

"We should get dressed," Ichabod showed her to the wash basin. "The children will be expecting us for breakfast."

She nodded in agreement, and finally got a good look at herself in he mirror. Or at least what she would look like as a 51 year old mother of thirteen, with a new born. Her face was rounder, a few lines showed in the corner of her eyes. But she was surprised she still looked relatively young. The white hairs in her braids were what told her age. And of course her figure was fuller, especially in the breasts.

Ichabod came up behind her, putting his arms around her as he looked in the mirror. He too was thicker, no doubt from the hearty farm life. The lines on his face definitely showed that he was man who had been through some things. And yet he was still so handsome in his late fifties.

"I look like an old man who has robbed the cradle," he narrowed his eyes getting a good look at himself.

"Well seeing how Grazia was only seventeen when Jackson married her..." Abbie grinned.

"In my cousin's defense, Grazia was already a widow with a child by the age of seventeen." Ichabod picked up the cloth from the basin and began washing Abbie's shoulders. "You are beautiful at any age treasure."

"You're not so bad yourself handsome," she grinned as he kissed the side of her cheek.

His hand trailed down, pulling her gown from her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. He certainly seemed to like the fuller figure. Abbie could feel him getting hard behind her as his body pressed against hers. His hands traveled from her arms and took hold of her voluptuous breasts. She was so close to giving in to him when there was a knock at the door.

"Mama... Father?" Maggie called out to them. "I know I said to take your time but if you're doing what I think you're doing... Well... I wasn't kidding when I said no more babies."

Abbie and Ichabod blushed and held back their laughs.

"We'll be right there," Abbie managed.

~o~

Grazia and Jackson woke up not in their bed, but in a strange garden, by a pond.

"What is happened?" She asked her and looking around confused.

"I don't know love..." He saw a few items of clothing and handed a long shirt to his wife as he put on what looked like a toga. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. I feel very well," Grazia quickly dressed and then she saw a figure walking towards them. "Jackson, look..." She pointed.

Jackson stood in front of his wife, not knowing who was approaching. But as the figure came closer, giant black wings sprang from his back.

"Orion?" Grazia questioned her eyes.

"It is indeed!" Jackson smiled.

It was the angel Orion who had rescued them and baby Grace from the demons who had been hunting them down in 1751.

"Grazia! Jackson!" Orion smiled as he approached them. "Welcome to the Garden Realm."

~o~

7 ~ When Loved Ones Hurt ~

The witnesses quickly dressed and joined the family in the dining room.

It seemed as if there were children everywhere, hustling about. Abbie and Ichabod stood a bit overwhelmed trying to get a handle on all their names and faces. They were all so beautiful with their variety of skin and eye colors and hair textures.

Maggie grabbed the cup from Ichabod and furrowed her brow at the small amount of milk.

Another little boy named William, who was about seven, pulled out a chair for Abbie to have a seat. Maggie came back with four year old Annette, and Grace's children; five year old Isaac and two year old Irene. She sat the youngsters down as twelve year old twins Lorily and Leanne set the table.

Twenty year old Richard and sixteen year old Jonathan came in from the farm after tending to the animals.

"Go wash yourselves," Maggie shooed them. "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."

"Yes, ma'am," Jonathan teased her. He then gave Abbie a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning mama. Morning father."

Richard followed suit, greeting the people he thought were his parents, before hurrying off to get cleaned up for breakfast.

Clearly Maggie kept everything running like a fine tuned machine. All of the children seemed well disciplined, and stayed on task.

Abbie sat quietly and looked at Ichabod. *This isn't even all of them?*

Ichabod was practically beaming. * No. The older ones are married or away at school.*

In less than five minutes everyone was at the table. It was suddenly very quiet and all the children held hands. Annette grabbed Ichabod's hand and William grabbed Abbie's, then everyone was still. Ichabod and Abbie looked at each other and instinctively held hands, but the children were still quiet and motionless with their heads down.

* I think you're supposed to say grace or something...* Abbie looked up at Ichabod.

He had a rare moment when he was at a loss for words.

Maggie peeked up at them and was confused by their expressions. She kicked Richard under the table, who peeked at her. "Do it," she whispered knowing that the little kids would start getting fussy.

"Umm…" Richard cleared his throat. "Thank you Lord for the food which we are about to receive. Thank you for the blessing of family. And we pray for safe traveling for Patrick, Stephanie, Thomas, Hannah and our nieces and nephew as they make their way home tomorrow for Christmas Eve. Amen."

"Amen!" All the children chimed in and began passing around the bowls of eggs, grits, bacon and pancakes. Maggie and the twins helped the younger kids with their plates.

Soon all of the kids were engaging in lively conversation; all except for Isaac. He never smiled as he quietly helped his sister eat.

Even after breakfast, when they bundled all the kids up to play outside in the snow, Isaac stayed to himself, quietly dragging a stick in the snow.

Ichabod was joyfully inundated with children running and laughing around him as they engaged in a game of tag.

Abbie slipped away from them and went over to Isaac. "Do you want to go play with everyone?"

Isaac shook his head no.

Abbie grabbed as stick, "Okay. How about if I just play with you then? Would you like that?"

Isaac nodded but stayed quiet. Abbie could tell he was missing his mom and dad. There was no mistaking the look on his face and the sadness in his eyes. She'd seen it so many times before in Jenny and herself. She wondered if she could get him to talk to her.

"Can you tell me why you're sad today Isaac?"

Isaac was quiet and still for a minute. "It's not fair Gra'ma."

"What's not fair sweetie?"

"Everyone gets to come home for Christmas... Uncle Patrick, Auntie Hannah, even Cousin Lizzy... But not mommy and daddy."

"No... Mommy and daddy can't come home. You understand why, right?"

"Because... They died." He stopped walking. His big brown eyes filled with tears. "I miss my mommy."

Abbie stopped and crouched down in front of him; taking his hands in hers. "I know. And I also know your mommy loved you so much. She wanted to make sure you and Irene would never be alone. That's why you're here with us. Because we are your family and we love you. And I want you to know, it's ok to get sad sometimes when you miss your mom. You can tell me, and we can talk about her... or anything you want to. Ok?"

Isaac nodded and wiped a tear from his face. "You promise?"

"I promise." Abbie said firmly.

Isaac leaped into Abbie's arms, hugging her as he buried his little face.

Abbie held him tight. She hoped that this wouldn't be too hard for Grazia. Grace was her first born child after all. But Isaac was a little boy who needed his grandmother to step up.

"Now then," Abbie looked at the little boy and smiled as she dried his damp cheeks. "Why don't we join your grandpa and your aunts and uncles? I bet you are a really fast runner."

Isaac nodded. "I'm the fastest."

"We'll just have to see if I can catch you then."

Isaac smiled and took off running in the direction of the other children.

"You're so good with him," Maggie came over holding baby Ben.

"He's my grandson. I love him," Abbie sighed as she watched the kids play.

"Is he?" Maggie questioned as she looked at her.

Abbie was stunned silent as she looked at the teenager. "I... I don't know what you mean."

"I had a dream a couple of nights ago... No, not a dream. I had a visitation from the angels. They told me that the Witnesses were going to come and that I should not be alarmed. They said everything would be all right."

Maggie looked at Abbie as if trying to find something about her appearance that would explain what was happening; why these strangers, the Witnesses looked just like her parents… or were her parent's bodies being possessed.

"I was expecting visitors... Not someone to come into my parents' bodies."

"We actually are in our own bodies. We look like your parents."

Maggie suddenly looked worried. "Then where are my mother and father?"

"They are safe," Abbie assured her. "And they'll be back soon."

"Is everything all right," Ichabod asked as he hurried over to them and tried to catch his breath. The kids were wearing him out.

"She knows," Abbie told him.

"Oh? How did you..."

"Well I thought it was odd that Mama didn't come get Ben for his morning feeding. And you hardly expressed any milk to give him a bottle. Then father... You didn't say the blessing before breakfast. But just now," Maggie turned to Abbie. "Mama can't hardly say Grace's name without crying. It's been two years and she still cries every time... I told her she needed to talk to Isaac. It's like they are both heart broken. She's tried but..."

"I messed up," Abbie sighed. "I told Isaac he could talk to me... To her, about Grace..."

"No," Maggie disagreed. "I'm glad you did. Mama needs to talk about Grace. We all need to talk about her… because we miss her." Maggie wiped a tear from her eyes. "When Grace brought Isaac and Irene to us, she gave me a journal to study and to pass down to Isaac's grandchildren. She said it was mama's and mama gave it to her. But mama won't talk to me about it because it was meant for Grace. And father is so worried about us. He thinks we are all in danger. He wouldn't even let Thomas go to Europe to study medicine."

"Did you tell your parents about the visitation from the angles?" Abbie asked.

Maggie shook her head. "No. I didn't want to worry father. If I told him someone was coming... He'd try to pack us all up and leave... even the older ones and their families. We've had to hide out at the cabin before...when the angels told me the Horseman was coming. That was the last time I told father about the visions. I've never seen Father so scared for us, as he was then."

Maggie started to trembled and her eyes teared up again. Abbie took the baby from her. "Maggie, what's wrong?"

"The Angel's told you didn't they," Ichabod let out a sigh.

Maggie nodded.

"Told her what?" Abbie felt like she missed something.

"They told her that Grace was going to die."

Maggie, who had seemed so completely organized and was practically running the family, finally broke into sobs. She had been carrying a lot on her young shoulders for a very long time.

"They told me that I had to be strong and look after everyone, especially Isaac. But I couldn't tell Grace. I know mama and father will hate me when they find out I knew. They will all hate me."

Abbie felt a lump growing in her throat. This wasn't fair. Maggie was just a girl. She remembered watching Jenny being taken away and not being able to tell the truth. She looked at Ichabod and shook her head as tears stung at her eyes.

"They will not hate you," Ichabod put his arms around her and tried to calm her. "You did the right thing."

Ichabod's face was red, wet with the stain of tears. His own words hit him hard as he thought about Jeremy's fate. He was a grown man and it had devastated him. He didn't know how Young Maggie had held it together for so long. "What happened was not your fault.,

"But Grace died!" Maggie sobbed into his chest. "I could have warned her... I should have saved her."

"Grace's fate was sealed. If it wasn't meant to be the Angel's would have let me tell her," Abbie assured her and tried to release the burden from her young heart. "I knew too. You did the right thing."

"What do I do now?" Maggie asked, struggling to make her words. "If the Angel's sent you, then they must mean for you to help me... to help us."

Abbie looked at Ichabod. The Angels hadn't sent them. They were thrown in the middle of a family that was still in mourning with a very special daughter who needed some guidance.

~o~

Grazia and Jackson sat by the reflection pond a bit stunned at the revelations. They had no idea the burdens that were troubling their perfect daughter. They knew that Isaac had sad spells, but they were struggling with their own grief and didn't realize that what he needed was a safe outlet to be able to talk about his mother.

A short while later, Ichabod and Abbie made a quick spirit jump to the garden realm. They found the couple by the reflection pond with Orion.

"I suppose you saw what happened with Isaac and Maggie?" Ichabod asked.

"We did indeed," Jackson spoke up. "We had no idea the burdens Maggie was carrying."

"She has always been so strong," Grazia sighed. "How can we help her?"

"I think she needs to continue or king with the journal," Abbie was reluctant. "But we can't guide you on how to proceed. We risk changing the future. But Orion..."

Everyone turned to the angel. "Jackson has been masterful at keeping Abbie's bloodline safe from the enemy. The reason Moloch finds Abbie is not because of this side of the Witness line."

"Then I am right to keep my family safe?" Jackson asked.

"I think so," Abbie sighed. "But don't let Maggie and Isaac slip through the cracks. I know you're both grieving. But they need to be able to talk about Grace. And they need to know how much you love them. Maggie is so strong and nurturing... But she's still just a girl."

~o~

That night Abbie and Ichabod tucked all the kids into bed just like Grazia and Jackson did every night. The last room was the younger boys. Abbie kissed all the boys on the forehead while Ichabod quietly watched her.

"Gra'ma..." Isaac whispered.

"What is it sweetie," Abbie sat on the edge of his bed and stroked his dark curls.

"Can you sing to me like mommy used to do?" he asked.

"ok... Sure." Abbie thought for a moment.

She knew Grace loved the hymn Amazing Grace, but under the circumstances, she thought it would not be the best choice. The only other song that came to her mind was the one her mom used to sing.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away."

She sang it again as Isaac closed his eyes and dozed off to sleep.

Ichabod stood at the door and held his hand out for Abbie to join him. Together they walked through the quiet farmhouse to the bedroom.

"I have been waiting all day to get you alone, Treasure," Ichabod grinned slyly as he started to help Abbie undress.

"Have you now?" Abbie returned the favor by un-fastening his shirt and helping him out of it.

One tender kiss led to another as their bodies pressed together and their hands explored their new bodies.

They didn't get too far before they were surrounded by a bright light and felt their bodies being pulled into the Garden realm.

"Welcome back Witnesses," Orion was sitting by the pond casually waiting for the couple. "How are you feeling?"

Abbie and Ichabod looked at each other. They hadn't expected to be brought back so quickly.

"I feel fine... Great even," Abbie sighed relieved. The memories that were Abelle's seemed to fade into what felt like stories she was told rather than confusing life experiences; the same with the new memories of Grazia that she was given. She fully felt like herself again.

"As do I," Ichabod agreed. It seemed the Thuras were working perfectly. "We should check on our doubles to ensure all is well."

Abbie knelt down and touched the pond, and they saw the two taking advantage of the rather compromising position the Witnesses had left them in. She touched the water again and it moved into the future, Christmas Day with a house full of children and grandchildren. Everyone had made it home to the farm safe and sound.

It made Abbie long to go home and see Jenny and Joe. She hoped they didn't miss Christmas. "Are you ready to go home, Captain?"

"Ready, Lieutenant." he smiled and took her hand.

~o~

8 ~ Home For The Holidays ~

Abbie had promised to make it home for Christmas and it was a promise she kept. Jenny was the first call she made the morning of Christmas Eve. The second was to Sophie. She had to get caught up on their case and show her face at the FBI before Daniel issued a BOLO with her name and picture.

The good news was that their rouse had fooled Danny, though he was pretty darn close going after her and Sophie. The bad news was that Pandora had managed to get another piece of her box.

But for the next twenty four hours, barring an insurgence or uprising from the evil powers lurking in the shadows; the team was going to enjoy the holiday.

It was Christmas Eve at Abbie's house. This was just how Abbie imagined it would be with the whole team there relaxing and having fun. And that meant lots of music and singing. Everyone took their turn at Karaoke, only to be showed up by Joe and Abbie.

"Hey Abbie, let's do the one that dad loved," Joe paused the karaoke and hopped on the piano.

"Which one?" Jenny was curious.

"Oh my gosh... We didn't do it last year?" Abbie almost looked embarrassed.

"No... Oh and you have to do the dance!" Joe insisted as he started playing the tune to Santa Claus is Back in Town.

Abbie grabbed her drink and took a huge swallow hoping for a little extra liquid courage. "Ok let's do it!"

"Well it's Christmas time pretty baby," Joe started

"And the snow is falling on the ground," Abbie chimed in.

She did a sexy little dance behind Joe as Sophie and Ichabod whistled and the others cheered them on.

They were up till past midnight before the Irving's finally had to call it a night.

Sophie and Ash were next, but not before Sophie handed Abbie her gift. "Go ahead and open it. As soon as I saw them, it screamed Abbie and Ichabod."

"Okay..." Abbie sat down and opened the box, pulling out the adorable set of PJs. She laughed at the cute cup of Coffee and Donut making kissy faces and read the caption. "Better Together. They're perfect."

~o~

"Oh aren't they precious," Pandora rolled her eyes as she watched the faded images of the Witnesses celebrating with their team.

Killing the Witnesses was not possible; not by her or any if the first marked by the Thura. She could injure them, torment them, but she had to beware of the Thura. Now the Witnesses had both of them. She had seen what they were cape able of. She knew how they would react to protect the Witnesses.

She had all the pieces to her box now except for the one the Witnesses were hiding. She was done playing games and desperate. She would sacrifice anything to rip purgatory wide open. She would even take on the mantel of one of the Horsemen herself. And if all else failed she would bare the child of the Witness herself and bring forth the Great Warlock that would kill the 2nd Witness.

She didn't care how she accomplished the distraction and torment of the Witnesses. She just wanted to do it.

Now with the Witnesses distracted, she was determined to find the last piece of her box. She hoped it was strong enough to penetrate any cloak the Witnesses may have come up with.

"Come my darling. Guide me. Show me where your final piece is so that I can make you whole again."

~o~

"What do you think?" Abbie asked as she sauntered down the basement stairs.

Ichabod was there waiting with his robe on and a Netflix movie on cue. She did a little twirl showing off the grey Pajamas with the pink donuts and white coffee cups. He stood up to greet her.

"You look adorable," he kissed her and sat her down on the sofa next to him.

"So… what are we watching?"

"It is a movie by the name of Last Holiday. It stars a Queen named Latifa and an LLCool J." Ichabod hit the play button.

"Oh. I know this one."

"You've seen it already?" He frowned. "I can find something else..."

"No. It's better that I've already seen it," Abbie curled up in his arms.

"I wouldn't want you to become bored, Lieutenant."

"You do know Netflix and chill doesn't actually mean watch a movie, right." She slid her hand under his robe, and gently fingered his naval.

"Oh really?" he raised an eye bow and hit the pause button on the movie. He was far more interested in what Abbie had in mind than any movie.

"There is something I've been waiting to do all night," she grinned as she sat across his lap and straddled him.

He swallows hard, setting back to get comfortable, anticipating what sexual delights she had in mind for him. But instead she reached on the side table and grabbed his phone.

She typed in his password, her birthday of course, and started typing a message.

"Lieutenant? This is not exactly what I was expecting. What are you doing?"

"I am sending a message," she gave him a quick smile then kept texting. "To our friend Amy at Netherborne in England."

"Ms. Wong?" Ichabod asked. "But why?"

Abbie looked at him with a pout. "You do still want to get married don't you?"

Ichabod sat up with her still straddling him. "Yes! Yes of course I do… more than anything."

"Good," she hit send. "So do I."

"Oh Treasure!" he put his arms around her and held her tight, burying his face in her neck. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she let out a slow breath, enjoying the feel of him touching her. "I'm so sorry that I broke things off back in October. I was so messed up."

"Treasure,' he cupped both her cheeks; his blue eyes staring right into her soft browns. "You don't have to apologize to me… especially not for that. What you went through was traumatic."

"You suffered too..."

"It's all behind us. All that matters to me is you and that you are no longer suffering the ill effects of our time travel."

"No I'm better."

"And your dreams..."

"The nightmares are gone. Last night I had..." Abbie paused with a grin and bit her bottom lip. "It was a good dream last night."

"Oh pray tell. What filled your pleasant dreams last night?" He asked. His eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips as he watched her speak.

"I dreamed that you and I were at the Hell Fire ball... But we were alone... We were dancing. And then we did some other things. And I woke up."

"No, no, no. Details please," Ichabod teased as he shifted so Abbie could feel his growing arousal pressed against her through his robe and her pajama pants. "Tell me, what these other things were that you dreamt we did?"

"Let's see," Abbie swirled her hips so that his length rubbed her mound through the thin cloth. "You took off my corset and kissed me all over."

"Like this?" Ichabod pulled off her top, discarding it and immediately letting his lips spread kisses across her breasts. His tongue gently swirling across her skin.

"Mmm Hmm," Abbie moaned. "Just like that."

"What else did we do in this dream," he asked as he went continued kissing.

"Ummm... I think you slipped your fingers under my panties and... Oh... Yes... Like that..." Abbie breathed heavy as Ichabod slid his finger under her pajama bottoms.

"How did I make you feel ?" His voice was heavy as he grasped her bottom with his free hand, coaxing her hips to grind against him.

"So good..." She whispered and let her head drop; her lips joined his in a haphazard kiss. She was wet, grinding into him, wishing there wasn't so much material separating them.

The phone buzzed. Abbie was tempted to ignore it but, it might be an emergency.

"Don't stop," she groaned as she glanced at the text message, and grinned. "It's Amy. She has a date..." Another text came in. "She's very excited..."

"I'm very excited!" Ichabod growled, as he removed his hand from her bottom and tossed the cell phone.

Abbie let her jaw drop, when he snatched the phone from her. "Oh, you are excited aren't you! Where were we?"

Ichabod flipped her onto her back, on the sofa, and promptly removed her bottoms. He parted her legs taking a moment to admire her beautiful naked body splayed before him. "We were at the part where I make love to you."

Abbie closed her eyes and bit down on her lip as he caressed her body massaging her bellow.

"Did you say my name when we made love?" He asked licking his lips as he watched her enjoy his work.

"Yes..." She moaned.

*I need you, Treasure...*

*I want you, Captain...*

Their minds connected as they called out to each other.

They made love on the sofa enjoying the closeness that only the two of them could share. After, it was a tight fit, but Ichabod managed to roll on his side and pull Abbie in to spoon with him.

"I love you so much Treasure," He said as he kissed her cheek.

"And I love you. Ichabod Crane."

It wasn't long before they dozed off, only to be awaken a half hour later by the sound of Ichabod's cell phone buzzing from a text.

Ichabod ignored it at first, thinking it was probable Amy wanting to go over wedding details. But then it buzzed again... and again. He sat up, and Abbie stretched when she felt him move.

"What is it?" She half yawned as Ichabod got up and found his phone.

"It's the Archived..." Ichabod frowned. "Someone's triggered the alarm at the Masonic Cell!"