The last part of the train AU. Maybe. Crane meets Jenny in this one. I also changed the AU title "Jeremey" to "Spongebob." It's catchy. This isn't important. lol I just wanted to let you know. Also, this may put you in your feels. It was not supposed to be this emotional, but I like. Enjoy. :)

"So what's he like?" Jenny said as she turned off the mixer. She poured the homemade chocolate icing into a plastic container and put a lid on it. She put the mixing bowl and whisks in the sink.

"He's sweet." Abbie put the red velvet cake in the oven and helped her sister clean the rest of the kitchen until the pizza arrived.

"You said he was a teacher?"

"Yeah, and he has a son. Seven or eight, I think. His name is Jeremy. He's sweet, too."

Jenny nodded her head. "I can't wait to meet Mr. British."

"You think he'll like the cake?"

"Yeah. If he doesn't, then he's got another thing coming. This is mom's recipe. Speaking of that, why are you making this? I don't think you've made it for anyone else besides me. What's that about?" Jenny wiped the counter.

Abbie ran warm water in the sink; she added dish soap. She's never made this cake for another person. Not her ex, Luke, or her boss, Frank, or Andy, who had a crush on her. Why did she make it for Crane? He did ask, but she could have said no. This cake did mean something to her and Jenny. Why did she share?

She shrugged as she watched the water float over the dirty dishes. "I guess I wanted to."

"You must really like him?"

Abbie shrugged again and continued to stare at the water. She did really like him. "He's sweet."

Abbie turned the water off and washed the dishes. The doorbell rang. Jenny smiled at her sister, bumped her hip. "Mr. British is here."

Abbie avoided her eyes, smiled. "Shutup and get the door, Jenny."

Jenny walked out the kitchen, opened the door. She smiled at him. He was cute, tall, had a nice beard. He wore an old coat and knee-high boots. Why did he dress like this? No one dressed like this. If Abbie didn't mind, she wouldn't either, but she was curious.

"Ichabod Crane?"

"I am pleased to meet your acquaintance." He bowed in front of her. "You must be Miss Mills' younger sister, Miss Jenny? She's said nothing but wonderful things about you."

Jenny stared at him with her eyebrows lowered. He bows, too, and he spoke formally? Maybe she would like him after all.

"I am. Come in. My sister is in the kitchen. I'll go get her."

Abbie glanced at her sister with a small smile when she heard her walk in.

"What do you think?"

"Mr. British is hot."

"He is." She rinsed the dishes. "Go talk to him. Get to know him. He really wanted to meet you."

"Oh, I plan on it. I want to know everything."

"Be nice," Abbie said as she dried the mixing bowl.

"When am I ever nice, Abbs?"

Abbie rolled her eyes.

"Have you slept with him?"

She put the bowl down. "Don't even go there, Jenny. It's not like that."

"It's okay, Abbie. I'd want to hit that, too." She patted her sister's butt.

"Go away." She shook her head and laughed, dried the rest of the dishes.

"You need any help here before I go?"

There was still some cleaning up to do.

"I got it. Go torture him."

Jenny smiled at her sister and left her in the kitchen. She sat down beside Crane. He smiled at her. His hands were folded in his lap.

"She's still cleaning up, but she'll be in here. We're having pizza for dinner. You like pizza?"

"Yes, it is quite delicious. I like pepperoni and sausage pizza. Of course, whatever you and your sister ordered will be spectacular I'm sure. What kind of pizza do you like?"

"I like everything. I'm not very picky."

"That is quite open-minded of you to like more than one type of pizza."

"It is what is. We ordered supreme. Abbie wasn't sure what kind you liked, and she wanted the pizza to be on its way before you came."

"Supreme is wonderful." He smiled at her.

"Speaking of my sister, do you like her, Mr. British?"

"Mr. British?" His mouth hung open.

"Do you prefer 'Ichy'?"

"No, 'Mr. British' will suffice. And, to answer your inquiry, yes. She's been nothing short of amazing. I enjoy her company very much." His smiled down at his fingers.

"Are you her boyfriend?"

He fixed his coat. "I'm afraid that is not a topic we have discussed. Has she mentioned the current status of our relationship?"

Jenny shook her head. "Would you like to be her boyfriend? Officially?"

"Very much so. I just hope I meet her expectations of a suitor."

"I think you do."

"Thank you, Miss Jenny."

"Do you want to have sex with her?"

Crane cleared his throat and squirmed. Jenny knew she was invading his privacy and that Abbie would get her for this, but she liked messing with him. It was fun backing him into a corner.

"Um, Miss Jenny, I'm not sure if that is an appropriate question. However, if you must know, I would be honored to have Abbie in such an intimate manner."

Jenny couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was so formal all the time, so old-fashioned, but she did like him though. He was sweet like Abbie said and really seemed to care about her sister. She wanted Abbie to date a good guy. He seemed to be one.

"Have you kissed her yet?"

Abbie didn't really tell Jenny anything about Crane. Only how they met, how long they've been seeing each other, the few dates they had, his job, Jeremy, his ex, and that she liked him a lot. She kept most of it to herself. He must be someone special to Abbie if she didn't give every detail about him.

"Yes, we have, Miss Jenny. We've kissed on more than one occasion. Her lips and tongue are honeysuckle. I am nothing but a bee, receiving all she gives me."

Jenny ran her hand over her ponytail that hung over her shoulder. He had a way with words. Her cheeks warmed. How did Abbie even function sometimes? No wonder she kept stuff about him to herself. Her sister would probably blush so much explaining their dates and conversations.

"I see. What do you like about her?"

"She is very honest. I appreciate that quality about her. Her strength is amazing as well."

"Abbie is quite strong. She's the best."

"You must love your sister a lot, Miss Jenny."

She nodded her head. "We've had our differences, but yeah, I do. She's all I have."

"She told me about your parents. I am sorry to hear about your terrible ordeals with them."

"Thanks. It wasn't easy when mamma died and when dad left. It tore us apart, but we're in a better place now. I'm glad I have her."

Crane smiled at her. "She's glad she has you, too. She talks about you quite often."

Jenny smiled. "She does?"

He nodded his head. "She's very proud of you, Miss Jenny. Abbie is quite happy that you two reconnected."

"She never told me all of this. What else did she say?"

"She likes your sarcasm and sharp retorts, your persistence and passion." He raised his eye brow at her. "Not to speak for your sister, but she really does love you, Miss Jenny, even if she may not say it often. She loves you more than you know."

Jenny cleared her throat and pulled her jacket sleeves down, played with her hair again. She didn't look at Crane. Her sister loved her. She knew that, but Abbie kept so much inside that she wondered just how much her sister cared. Now she knew.

"Thanks for telling me, Crane." She put her hand on his.

He put his hand on hers, too. "You are very welcome, Miss Jenny. I can see what it means to you to know that. It means the same to Abbie."

Jenny removed her hand. "Does she ever want to tell me any of this?"

"Everyday. However, she isn't sure how you would respond. She does not want to scare you away."

"She won't; she can never scare me away. She may shut me out, but she doesn't scare me. She's my sister."

"Does it bother you that she may sometimes shut you out, Miss Jenny?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes."

"It is not on purpose. She doesn't tell me everything either. I think it is only to protect herself from getting hurt any further or from being disappointed. Nevertheless, it is our duty to remind her that we will remain by her side. We won't hurt her."

Jenny nodded her head. "You won't hurt her?"

"You have my word, Miss Jenny. If I do, you are more than welcome to punish me as you see fit."

"I'm glad you agree. I protect my sister at any means."

"That is what sisters do. You are a great sister to her."

"Thank you, Crane."

She didn't do this often, but she wrapped her arms around Crane's neck. She appreciated what he told her about her sister.

"Oh," Crane said. "I was not expecting a hug."

Crane put his arms around her. He was glad he made Miss Jenny happy and more secure about her relationship with Abbie. He knew Abbie valued her sister. Jenny unwrapped her arms from him. The doorbell rang. Jenny was about to stand to get it, but Crane got up first.

"Allow me, Miss Jenny."

He walked to the door and opened it. Pulling out his wallet, he asked the delivery man how much. He gave him what he asked for and closed the door.

"You didn't have to do that, Crane."

"I do not mind. It is the least I can do after Abbie invited me into her home. Shall I put this in the kitchen?"

"Sure. Abbie should be done cleaning."

They walked into the kitchen. Abbie bent over to take the cake out the oven as she hummed. Her shirt slid up and revealed some of her skin. She put the cake on the stove and closed the oven. Jenny stared at Crane, smiling. His mouth hung open. She bumped his arm. Crane closed his mouth, straightened up.

"Like what you see?"

"Indeed."

Jenny held back her laughter. "Abbie?"

She jumped and turned around. "Goodness, Jenny. Thanks for the warning."

"Sorry. Pizza's here." Jenny said as she put it on the counter. "Crane paid for it."

"You didn't have to do that, you know?" She took off the mittens and walked towards him. She put her hands on his chest. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure."

"Was she nice to you?"

"Miss Jenny was quite wonderful. Thank you for letting me meet your sister. It was a pleasure."

"She did something , didn't she?"

"She was quite inquisitive, but that is to be expected. She was only looking out for your best interests."

Abbie glared at Jenny. "Sure, she was."

Jenny smirked and opened the pizza.

"You hungry?" Abbie pulled Crane into the kitchen.

"Starving."

"I made the red velvet cake I said I'd make for you."

"I smelled it when I walked into your home. It smells wonderful. I can't wait to try it. Will it have chocolate icing?"

"Yup."

They both walked to the counter to where the pizza was. Jenny handed them both a plate. They fixed their food.

"Excellent."

They all sat at the table with their dinner.

"What did you two talk about?"

"You, of course," Jenny said.

"What about me?"

"I asked if you and Mr. British kissed."

Abbie put her food down. "What?"

"And if he was your boyfriend and if he would like to be. He said yes, he would. You two need to talk about that."

"I'm so sorry, Crane." She put her hand on his arm.

"It was no trouble. Miss Jenny had every right to ask."

"I also asked him what he liked about you; he said your honesty and strength. I agree."

"Is that all?"

"I also asked him if he wanted to have sex with you."

"I'm going to kick your ass, Jenny."

"He said he wouldn't mind. You're welcome, Abbs." She bit her pizza.

"I'm so sorry you had to answer those questions, Crane. She'll apologize."

He smiled at her. "It is quite alright, Miss Mills."

"He also said he wouldn't hurt you when I asked him."

"I have given her full permission to penalize me as she sees fit if I do."

Abbie shook her head at her sister and ate some more of her food.

"I also hugged him," Jenny said.

Abbie stopped chewing. Her eyes went wide.

"Don't worry, Abbie. He was telling me how much you cared for me, so I hugged him."

She stared at Crane.

"I apologize. I know I was not supposed to reveal that information, but I—"

"—asked him, and he was nice enough to tell me. Thanks, Crane."

He nodded at her.

She looked at them both. She wanted to be upset with Crane for telling Jenny all of that, but she knew he was only trying to help. He cared about her relationship with her sister.

"Don't do it again."

"I will not. I am sorry."

"I would tell her eventually."

"You appreciate me a little."

"Microscopically." Abbie ate some more of her pizza. "Why do I feel like you two will cause me so much trouble?"

"Because we will," Jenny said.

"I'm beginning to see it."

"You wouldn't have it any other way."

Abbie chuckled. She stared at the both of them, shook her head. "No, I wouldn't."

Jenny and Crane smiled at Abbie. All of them finished their pizza and talked some more.

When they finished the whole box, they stood at the counter.

"Time to ice the cake," Abbie said.

They all had spatulas in their hands.

"I'm actually really stuffed. I think I'm going to go watch t.v. or take a nap."

"But we always do this together, Jenny."

"You two need some time alone now. I'll come back down to get some later." She put her spatula on the counter.

"You sure? We can wait." Abbie put hers down, too.

"I'm sure, Abbie. Really."

"Alright. Call you when we're done."

"You better."

Jenny left the kitchen, but she came back and put her arms around her sister.

"I love you, too, Abbie," she said.

Abbie squeezed her sister. When they let go, she put her hands on the side of Jenny's face and put their foreheads together. "You know I love you, too, Jenny. Always."

Jenny nodded her head and put some space between them. She didn't look at her sister, bit her lip, pulled at her jacket sleeves. She glanced at her. "Shit, Abbie."

Jenny hugged her again. When they parted, they wiped each other's faces and laughed before Jenny left her alone with Crane. Abbie glanced at him; she picked up her spatula. He still held his.

"What are you smiling at, Mr. British?"

"I am glad to see the love between you two."

She took the lid off the plastic container that had the icing in it. "I should be mad at you, but I can't right now."

"I am sorry."

She scooped some icing out of the container and began covering the cake. "I know."

"I can assure you it will not happen again." Crane put his spatula down and he stood behind Abbie. He held covered her hand that held the spatula.

"I thought I gave you a spatula." She glanced at him.

He kissed her neck. "I prefer this."

"I'm sure you do."

He left her another kiss as he helped her spread the icing around the cake.

"How is Jeremy?"

"He misses you, as have I." He put his other hand around her waist.

Abbie covered his hand. "I miss you guys, too, but how is he really?"

Crane sighed. "Some days are good for him while others are bad. He is sad sometimes when I talk to him over the phone. He would like to spend more time with me. He really does want to see you again also. Sometimes you're all he talks about."

Abbie kissed his cheek, and they iced more of the cake. "I'm sorry he's still having a hard time with the divorce. I miss Jeremy, too. If it's okay with you and Katrina, maybe you can add me to the call to speak to him."

"Jeremy and I would love that very much, but I'm not so sure about Katrina. I will ask her though."

"I understand if she says no. What mother wants their kid to be emotionally attached to another woman?"

"Precisely. However, he will be back with me this upcoming weekend. Perhaps, if you aren't doing anything, you and Miss Jenny would like to come over," Crane said.

"We'd like that. Jenny and Jeremy will make quite the pair. I have a feeling."

"I will convey the news. I'm sure they will."

"Just give him time, Crane. And remind him that you're always there for him. You'll always be his father no matter the circumstances."

"Thank you for the advice and for your understanding."

They were almost done with the cake.

"It's what I'm here for." She grabbed his hand that was on her waist and kissed it. "He'll be okay. He's strong like his dad."

Crane smiled at her. "Thank you for your kind words, Abbie."

"You're welcome."

They put the spatula down, stared at the cake.

"It looks good. I did make this cake for you, but Jenny has always gotten the first piece, even when it was my birthday."

Crane smiled. "That is quite alright. I am not one to disrespect tradition. Plus, who can blame Miss Jenny for always wanting the first piece? It looks magnificent."

"Besides Jenny, I've haven't shared this with anyone else but you." Abbie glanced at him.

Crane stepped in front of her, took her by the waist again. "I am quite honored that you chose me. I know this cake is rather special to you two because of your mother. You did not have to do this, Abbie, but I really appreciate that you did. I will not take this for granted. How come you did this?"

Abbie wrapped her arms around his neck. "Because I wanted to, for one. Two, you're becoming a part of my life now. I want to share it with you. I don't know why; I just do."

"Thank you very much. I want to share everything with you, too. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy." He kissed her on her forehead.

"Same." Abbie found his lips and kissed him there. She should tell Jenny the cake was ready, but she would have to wait a few minutes. She enjoyed Crane's mouth and tongue.

"So this is what's taking so long."

They both stood apart and stared at Jenny.

"No wonder you didn't tell me about the cake."

"I was going to," Abbie said.

"Sure, Abbs, sure." Jenny smirked at her sister. She found a knife in the drawer, took out three saucers and forks. She cut her a piece of cake, then handed the knife to her sister.

Abbie cut herself a piece. She tasted it, then gave a bit to Crane. "Like it?"

"It is to die for, Miss Mills. Your mother's red velvet cake is excellent."

Abbie cut him his own piece. "Mama always made the best red velvet cake. Sometimes our neighborhood would have this baking competition—"

"—and mama would always win," Jenny said from the table. She stuffed some cake into her mouth. "I'm taking half of your cake, Crane."

Abbie nodded.

"I'm sure it was the envy of all the neighbors. And that is fine with me, Miss Jenny. As you should." He paused. "Your mother would be proud of watching you two bond."

Abbie placed her hand on his cheek; kissed his lips. "Thank you."

"Shit, you two."

They looked at Jenny. She wiped her face.

"Oh, Jenny." Abbie walked towards her sister. She sat by her and hugged her again.

Crane brought their cake to the table.

"I know, Jenny." She rested her head on top of Jenny's.

Crane put his hand on Abbie's back. She gave him a small smile. After Jenny wiped her face again, they ate their cake and talked about the good memories with their mom.