I do not own Sleepy Hollow. I only own Amelia.

Story Start

"Let's go," I shouted and went to make Crimson run to where the gunshot came from, but then I saw Ichabod struggling with Gunpowder. I turned Crimson around and walked around Gunpowder so he would head in the right direction. "You're not used to riding horses are you?" I questioned as the horses trotted beside each other.

"How could you tell?" Ichabod said and he gave a small smile when I laughed.

"Don't worry, Gunpowder will follow what Crimson does, just hold on," I told him and made Crimson start speeding up so we could catch up with Killian, who had just rode ahead of us. I looked back and couldn't help but chuckle again when I saw Ichabod hanging onto the reins tightly as Gunpowder tried to keep up with Crimson.

We followed Killian into the woods and I felt every nerve on edge as I looked around us. We slowed down to a stop and I stayed on the horse while Ichabod and Killian dismounted. I saw my uncle and some of the other men already standing around the headless body. The doctor was currently looking at the body.

I looked at the neck and cringed at the sight. I surveyed the area as much as I could and discovered that the head was nowhere in sight. I ignored the glare I was getting from my uncle. He was probably ready to tell me that a woman shouldn't see this, but I wasn't going to listen. If anyone in this town might be able to help Ichabod stop the headless horseman than it would be me. I would have to most likely use my powers, but maybe it wouldn't come to that.

Everyone quieted down when Ichabod walked over to look at the body. Ichabod seemed intrigued that the head was taken from the scene. I listened as he started doing his detective work. I tried not to giggle when he shouted that the body should never be moved.

It was interesting to see him work through his thought process and do some chemical tests around the missing head. I looked around the area again and hoped that we wouldn't be in here too much longer, even though part of me wanted to go see the horseman's grave to see if it has been disturbed.

"I'll just go later," I thought as we all left to go bury and give a funeral for Mr. Masbeth. The funeral was short and at the end Young Masbeth spoke with Ichabod. I would have stayed, but Katrina grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the funeral.

That night I had to hear my uncle rant about how I should not have been there to see the body, but I just left the room. He was my uncle, not my father. I would do what I wanted.

The next day, I sneaked into the woods and found the horseman's grave. I was very cautious about sneaking into the woods because I did not know if whoever disturbed the grave would be nearby. My eyes widened when I saw the cursed tree. I gently dismounted from Crimson and walked around until I found the grave. The grave had been dug up and the head was missing.

"I knew it," I whispered. My heart started to race as I rushed to Crimson and we rode out of the woods. I knew it would be another hour or so before it became night, but I did not want to be anywhere near this tree. As I was making my way back town I heard two horses riding nearby. I made Crimson go in that direction and frowned when I saw Ichabod lying on the ground and not too far away, Brom dressed as the headless horseman and laughing with his friends.

"Ichabod, are you alright?" I asked after I dismounted Crimson and knelt down beside an unconscious Ichabod.

He would not wake so I walked over to where Brom and his friends were. "How childish. Since you three were the ones to cause this, you will help me get him home," I said interrupting their laughter.

"Why should we? He's an outsider and he deserves this," Brom said and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Jealously doesn't suit you, Brom. Also, he hasn't even looked at Katrina, so you will stop acting like a child this instant and help me. Or I might need to warn my cousin about her fiancé. If you can be this way now, how would you treat her after the wedding?" I said and he glared at me. "Put him on Crimson now," I ordered and the three men put Ichabod onto Crimson's back.

"Have a good evening," I snapped as I mounted the saddle and led Crimson out of the woods. I made sure to go slow so Ichabod wouldn't fall off.

When we arrived at the house, I had a few of the male servants help me get Mr. Crane off the horse and into his room. I took off his shoes and set them beside his bed before deciding to just wait by his bedside. I did not know if he had a concussion on not.

Ichabod gasping and sitting up straight in the bed made me jump as well. He looked around the room wildly before yelling when he saw me.

"Calm down, it's just me. Are you alright? How do you feel?" I asked as he started to calm down, and I walked over to take a seat on the bed beside him. "Relax, I just want to make sure you do not have a concussion," I said when he flinched away from my hands, which were moving towards his face.

"Yes, I feel fine," he said quickly before getting out of the bed to pace.

"I can tell you have questions," I said growing tired of him pacing.

The next hour was spent with Ichabod asking me questions about the family relations between everyone in the town. It was actually nice to spend time with Ichabod even though it was just to answer questions about what I knew about the people in town.

"He's still not realizing the truth of the legends," I thought as I wished him a good night.