A/N: Hello, all! As we get ready for last story in the series, "End of Days", I decided to do something I've done with other stories. I had a lot of ideas that didn't really fit into any story I had already done nor did they fit in what I planned for "End of Days", but they made good ideas for one-shots. So, here we are with "Of the Fated"! For the most part, these stories will take place between "Hunter Night" and "End of Days". However, I may get more ideas that will take place in other periods of these stories. Also, pretty much just the first story, "Fenestella", will directly tie into "End of Days" (once you read it, you'll see why). Everything else were just stories and ideas I really wanted to do but had no place to put them.

So, I hope you all enjoy!

SUMMARY: Ichabod and Abbie take Edom and Osiris to where Thomas Jefferson's chamber of secrets once stood. Osiris restores the chamber, giving the team an extra source of knowledge so they can learn all they can about the upcoming final battle.

Fenestella

It had been a month since the team had taken down the demon prince, Sytry. Ichabod and Abbie led Edom and Osiris down to the underground path where Thomas Jefferson's chamber of secrets once began. They stood over the iron hatch embedded in the ground, examining it.

"Here we are," Ichabod said.

Osiris nodded, "Hm."

"We had to do it, O," Abbie defended. "The Revears would've killed more people if we didn't take 'em out."

"I'm not questioning your wisdom in saving innocent lives, Abbie." Osiris smiled and looked at her, "Isn't that your duty, regardless of whether or not it's a mission of being a Witness?"

Abbie smiled and shook her head.

Osiris examined the hatch again. He exhaled, "Very well. Let us begin." He set his bag down and began removing items from it.

Not recognizing anything Osiris was setting up, Abbie and Ichabod looked at Edom, curiously.

"Don't look at me!" Edom said. "I don't keep tabs on everything he does!"

"You'd go mad trying," Osiris said, smiling. "At least, Anubis said I have that effect on people."

"Okay, so, what are you doing?" Abbie asked.

"Trying a little something new. Or something old. Depends on your perspective."

"Could you be any more confusing?"

"Did I not mention Anubis's advice not but a moment ago?" Osiris asked, sarcastically.

"He's got you there, Abbie," Edom smiled.

"Shut up, Ed," Abbie replied, irritably.

Ichabod bit back a laugh. Abbie shot her eyes at him and Ichabod pretended to clear his throat.

Osiris set down a small apparatus that had a pendulum-like item in the middle of it. He cut his finger with a ceremonial knife and drew symbols with his blood on the floor. He pushed the pendulum and it began to rock back and forth in a slow, methodic rhythm. He shuffled back, sitting on his knees. He closed his eyes and began chanting in a language Ichabod and Abbie had never heard.

"What's he saying?" Abbie asked Edom.

"He's speaking in ancient Egyptian," Edom answered, studying Osiris. "With another dialect thrown in. The language of his people, I believe. The Ogdoad, the Ennead, and the rest of the Dynasty. To that end… I can't quite decipher this invocation, if it is one. I do recognize the words 'time' and 'restore', however."

Slowly, the pendulum began to swing faster. An aura came over Osiris's body then flowed into the pendulum. The blood symbols slowly disappeared and the pendulum began to glow. Then, the glow became a steady light that flowed toward the hatch.

After another few minutes, the pendulum slowed to a stop and Osiris ceased chanting and exhaled, clearly exhausted. "Oh, dear," Osiris said, grabbing his forehead. He shifted to where he was fully seated on the floor.

"You okay, O?" Abbie knelt next to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Fine, fine. Thank you, Abbie." Osiris pointed at the hatch, "Make sure it worked."

Ichabod and Edom opened the hatch and looked down the tunnel.

"That's amazing," Ichabod mused.

Abbie looked down the hatch and her eyes widened, "Whoa."

"Impressive!" Edom said.

"How did you do this?" Ichabod asked Osiris.

"An old technique I acquired from a sibling," Osiris answered.

"Acquired?" Edom asked, suspiciously.

"Never you mind." Osiris pointed at the gate, "Basically, I reversed time of the chamber, restoring it to what it once was. I had to make sure I found a way to set it in time as to where it wouldn't all return to its previous state were the power to dissipate. A difficult task but not impossible."

"Uh, while we appreciate this, O…" Abbie began.

"Do not worry," Osiris said, preempting her. "I made sure Reavers were not resurrected. Hence one reason why I'm so exhausted."

"You are a true gentleman, Osiris," Ichabod said.

Osiris smiled. He moved over to sit against the wall, "Why don't all of you go on ahead? I'll join you in a moment."

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" Abbie asked.

Osiris scoffed, "Your constant concern is entirely too kind, Abbie. Yes, I'll be fine."

Abbie nodded.

"We'll return shortly," Edom informed.

"Take your time," Osiris replied, wearily.

Edom led the way down the corridor, just in case anything else other than Reavers were summoned. While they knew Osiris would take precautions, the trio knew better than to ever fully let their guard down. However, Ichabod and Abbie were amazed when they found themselves back in the Fenestella.

"Oh, my God," Abbie whispered.

"It's precisely as it was before," Ichabod declared.

Edom began searching the books, "The Tome of Uriah? The Books of Freya the Wise? The Gregorian Bestiary?" He scanned the room. "There are books here… I spent several centuries tracking down! How did Jefferson get them?! And why didn't he tell me had them?!"

"Did you know him that well?" Abbie asked.

Edom thought back. "Actually… no, not really. I don't think he even knew that much about me." He sighed. "It's finally happened. I've become convinced of my own self-importance."

"You think you're just now doing that?"

Edom stared at her. "I don't know what I've, remotely, done to you to deserve that unhindered assault, Abbie."

Abbie rolled her eyes. She looked at Ichabod, taking note of how quiet he was. She walked over to him then lightly touched his arm, "Hey. You okay?"

"Yes," Ichabod said. "I just feel… this much knowledge… will prove dangerous."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll know more about our mission. And where it could end. Perhaps even how it could end."

"Even that much knowledge is not contained within these walls, Crane," a voice echoed. Jefferson's holographic image materialized. "At least… I'm fairly certain of it."

Ichabod exhaled. "Jefferson."

"Crane." Jefferson looked around. "When last we spoke, I'm more than positive we mutually agreed to have the Fenestella destroyed."

"We found means of restoring this place. Apparently with everything here before."

"Save the Reavers," Abbie noted.

"Quite," Ichabod agreed.

"Thomas Jefferson," Edom said.

Jefferson looked at Edom. "Sir Thane? Why, this is a surprise!"

"To you, as well." Edom huffed, "Even if it is in this form. Impressive contraption you've constructed here."

"All to aid the Witnesses."

"Very nicely done."

"Jefferson," Ichabod said, getting Jefferson's attention, "do you think you can help us with a certain matter?"

"What matter, exactly?" Jefferson asked.

"We've learned a creature that may come upon us. It's known as the Leviathan."

"The Leviathan." Jefferson stood, contemplatively. "There are several mentions of creatures by that name within certain volumes here. But… with the severity in your voice, I can tell you that nothing I know of points to the manner of creature of which you speak. To that end, it may be something… far more ancient."

"Knew it couldn't be that easy," Abbie said.

"But, if anyone could find an answer, I believe all of you could."

Abbie, Ichabod, and Edom looked around the Fenestella.

"Sounds like we got our work cut out for us," Abbie noted.

"Indeed," Ichabod exhaled.

"Hey, Ed? Do you think it's possible to start digitizing this stuff and everything in the Archives? It's good to have this but… it would be great to back everything up for safekeeping."

Edom thought about it. "Actually… yes, indeed. A brilliant idea, Abbie!"

"Brilliant indeed," Jefferson agreed, impressed, causing Abbie to smile.

"I'll call in some help and get to work on that."

"Great." Abbie looked around again and took a deep breath, "Well!" She exhaled. "We got this place back. Nothin' in here's gonna read itself. Let's get to work."

A/N: So, what did you guys think? The next stories will be up in a bit. There only four for now, including this one, but, if you guys like these, there may be more. Let me know!