Author's Note: So, I really like this chapter and I thought that Abbie and Crane would eventually have this discussion with each other. Abbie and Orion kind of had a God talk, but as the Witnesses, Crane and Abbie should have one. I don't think they have, so it was interesting to write this one. :) I tried to stay as true to the characters as possible and how they would respond to each other regarding their beliefs. This is my take on it. I hope you like it. I also had to make some stuff up about Abbie's mom. We don't really know much about her, even though there was that one episode in season 2 called "Mama" that was about her. It wasn't enough to know about their mom. I had to fill in some gaps or I tried to at least. Lol Let me know what you think. :) BTW, does anyone know Abbie's age? When did their mom die? Was it when they were younger or older?

Quiet Time

"Penny for your thoughts?" Abbie said as she sat down next to Crane with her cup of coffee. He was sitting in silence on the sofa, stirring his tea. They were having quiet time, just enjoying each other's company. However, Crane was too quiet. Normally, he spoke once or twice. He couldn't be completely quiet. Abbie thought he wanted to just hear his voice sometimes, to hear something besides a bird or the stirring of a spoon in a glass mug.

He gave her a small smile. "I was simply pondering over a matter. It's a curious inquiry." He stirred his tea.

"What was it?" Abbie sipped her coffee.

He sat his tea down on the lamp table beside him. His fingers wiggled. Abbie lowered her eyebrows, placed her coffee down too. She turned to face him. He did the same.

"Since we are the Witnesses foretold in the Bible, I was wondering if you believed in God. I have faith in our Lord and Savior. Of course, you don't have to reveal your religious practices if you do not wish to. It isn't my concern anyhow. It's also perfectly fine if you don't have the similar belief as I do. You have the right to choose what you so ever-"

"Crane," Abbie touched his hand, "it's okay. Calm down. It's just a question. I'm not mad or offended by it."

He exhaled. "I'm rather pleased to hear it. I wasn't sure how you would respond. Some people can be rather sensitive about the subject of religion."

"The question probably would've came up somehow. But to answer your inquiry, it's a work in progress. I do believe in God, but we have some things to work out."

"Ah. I see." He picked up his tea.

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

He put his drink back down after he took a sip. "Again, I don't want to pry. It seems rather personal to you."

"It is, but I don't mind sharing it with you, Crane. Plus, there's no backing out now."

He smiled at her. "Please, continue."

Abbie took a deep breath. "I'm 27 years old and I'm just now starting to build my relationship with God again. When we were born, mama instilled God in me and Jenny since we were born. We'd always have to go to church on Wednesday evening and Sunday morning. Sometimes Jenny and I would hide in our closet, so we wouldn't have to go. Mama always found us and told us both to come out or we'd get in trouble. You would think we'd find a different hiding place, but our house was so small. There weren't a lot of options. So, we went to church. Most of the time we didn't listen, but sometimes we did. The messages about faith always caught my attention."

"How so?"

"Mama always told us to have faith in God, and I did. I thought I did. Then she and dad started fighting, and dad would get drunk and leave the house. He came back though. I never asked why they fought, but I would hear them arguing. Dad wanted mom to stop talking crazy, to stop talking about seeing demons and monsters. He thought it wasn't real. They began to fight over it more and more each day. Jenny and I were so afraid that we'd hide in the closet with this dollhouse we found. I'd tell her we lived there, that everything was alright. We'd be okay. When they stopped fighting, we would came out of the closet.

"One night, I asked mom if she and dad were going to split up. She told me they weren't, to have faith that they would be together and that she wouldn't see bad things anymore. I believed her. I had faith. But the next month, dad was gone." Abbie bit her lip and looked away from Crane. "I was so devastated. I had prayed ever night for God to keep my family together and to see that He didn't, angered me. And then my mom started getting worse and worse.

"She said there was always a demon on the loose. They followed her, and she said they would follow us if we didn't stick together. We had to keep our head up, eyes open, and trust no one. I remember Jenny and I being so terrified of her and the things she told us. She became strict. We couldn't go anywhere accept school and back. Our friends couldn't come over. We were alienated from mostly everyone. We even stopped going to church. After a while, it got so bad with her that we told one of our neighbors about our mom. We didn't know what else to do. So, the neighbor came over and called someone from Terrytown. That's when my mom became an out-patient. They gave her medicine and a nurse came to check on her everyday. She gave us her number in case she got worse. She was fine for the most part. But then it started again. The demons came back.

"One night, she woke up screaming, saying something tried to choke her. But she told Jenny and I to have faith that she would be okay, that nothing would come after her or us. Even though I was still upset with God about my dad, I did it. I had faith. But it began to waver again when mama was admitted into Terrytown. Jenny and I called the nurse. We didn't know that they would take her away. We just wanted our mom back. We didn't have any relatives who could take us in. Our mom didn't get along with her parents. She didn't have any siblings either and hardly any friends. Only one, but she moved to Florida.

"When they took her away, we were sent to foster care." Abbie shrugged. "You know the rest from there. When I lost Jenny, I started to resent God. I wouldn't pray anymore after that. Then I met Corbin and I lost him too. At that point, I hated Him. How could I have faith in Him after He tore my family apart and after I had lost the people I loved?"

Abbie felt Crane's thumb on her cheek. She didn't realize, she was crying. She'd been holding everything in. It felt nice to let it all go, to talk about it. She kept his hand against her cheek and gave him a small smile.

"You don't have to share anymore if you do not wish to. It's alright, Abbie. I had no intentions to upset you."

"No. I need to say this. I need to release it."

He nodded his head. He understood. Abbie held his hand in her lap and played with his fingers. She wanted to be close to God again. She didn't want to be mad at Him. She wanted to make amends. He did give her this extraordinary life as a Witness. She was grateful for it and wanted to do a good job, but she had to heal before she could reconnect and fully have faith in God again.

"But then you came into my life. You've always reminded me to have faith in what we do and that everything will work out. Mostly though, you've reminded me to have faith in God again. You didn't say it, but I knew what you meant. Watching you have that confidence and assurance has taught me to do the same again. You've helped to slowly rebuild my faith these last couple of years. I'm very grateful to God for you. Thank you, Ichabod Crane."

"I'm glad I could be an example for you. But it is I who should be thanking God for you, Leftenant." He kissed her forehead and opened his arms for her. She scooted over into his lap, traced his eyebrow.

"Would you like to explain to the class, Mr. Crane?"

"Only if you wish me to."

"Proceed."

"When I woke up, I was astounded and horrified, lost in the most peculiar, curious place I've ever been. I had no one. It was a dreadful feeling, being displaced from everyone and everything I knew. I prayed for God to send me someone who could help me navigate to this incredible new world I found myself in. He answered my prayer with you, Abbie. That moment before you, I was purposeless, confused, frustrated. But I wasn't once I had you by my side. Of course, it took a while to convince you about the Apocalypse. You were rather stubborn." He smiled at her.

"You were no walk in the park either. You can't just lay something like that on someone all at once."

"So I've seen. However, my point is that, through you, God revealed my purpose. I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps, but then I left my home to come to the New World. I thought I had finally found my destiny, what I was put on this earth to do. As it turns out, I wasn't close to knowing what God had in store for me until He showed me you, which I am most appreciative to Him for. You could've given up on me, but you didn't. Therefore, thank you, Grace Abigail Mills."

She kissed him on his lips. "You're welcome. It turns out God knew exactly who we needed when we needed them."

"I've been told He works in mysterious ways."

"Mysterious, indeed." He kiss her on her forehead again, and she laid her head on his shoulder. They forgot all about their coffee and tea and enjoyed being in each other's arms in the quiet time.