Sleepy Hollow One Shots and Short Stories

Crane On A Plane

"British Airways flight BA188 to London is now ready for general boarding at gate 13. Please have your.." The lady on the tannoy continued to speak in a strong British accent while Ichabod's thumbs twitched around his carry on suitcase handle. Abbie, who was on the seat next to him, stood up and held out her hand.
"You coming Crane?" Abbie placed her hands on her hips as she sighed. He snapped out of his daydream. "You're still nervous aren't you?"
"I just cannot understand leftenant. That is all." Ichabod shrugged and took a deep breath. The smell of the Starbucks and the rush of young girls running for their flights cause they spent too much time in duty free.
Abbie had decided to treat Ichabod and take him on a trip to his home in London. To see how it changed, see if any Demons followed. Abbie had never been to England so it was a great chance for her to see the world.
"Crane." Abbie sighed and one hand moved to her forehead. "What don't you understand?"
Ichabod gazed into space for a minute or two. "So it's a flying carriage? That doesn't sound very safe to me."
"Final call for passengers Ichabod Crane and Grace Abigail Mills for British Airways flight..." The lady from the tannoy called again.
"How about we walk to the gate and I'll explain?" Ichabod reluctantly agreed and took Abbie's hand as they made their way to the gate.
"I thought I'd found my place in America."
"What's that Crane?"
"Why am I getting such a obscured looks?" Ichabod glanced around him.
"Perhaps because you're trailing along a pink suitcase." Abbie laughed and Ichabod sarcastically grunted as he pulled along his pink hand luggage suitcase complete with a floral luggage tag.
"Okay so how do planes work?" Ichabod asked staring out the terminal window at Newark as their plane came into sight. Abbie explained as they rushed along. The airport staff came into sight and they looked obviously frustrated. As they approached the gate Abbie handed their passports and boarding passes to a young British girl.
"Thank you madam." Ichabod said slightly bowing, and the girl blushed.
They walked down the long tunnel leading to the plane where they were greeted by three crew members.
"So these people fly everyday?" Ichabod gestured to the crew as Abbie helped him load his pink suitcase into the overhead locker, getting more strange looks from fellow passenger.
"Uhuh Crane." Ichabod looked amazed.
They took their seats and got comfortable as Abbie took her magazine out of her bag and began to read during the safety demonstration.
"Airports are such a farce." Ichabod complained rather loudly to himself.
"Uhuh." Abbie agreed laughing under her breath at Crane.
"And security, why on earth do you need to go through all that drama of being forced through machines and bag searches."
"I can't say." Abbie flicked another page over.
"Why?"
"Cause I'd get arrested and thrown of the plane if I did."
"Well that's ludicrous."
The engines began to rev up and the flaperons made a squeaking noise.
"Leftenant." Ichabod sounded alarmed.
"It's supposed to do that Crane." Abbie said.
The plane began to move preparing for take off and Ichabod sat anxiously, twiddling his thumbs. He grabbed Abbie's hand and held it very tight to the point she almost felt her bones crack. The plane began to move forward at full speed as it launched for take off.
"Leftenant." Ichabod cried out, his eyes sealed shut.
"Crane shut up!" Abbie leaned forward and cupped his face in her hands before pulling him in for a kiss. It was one soft kiss which they then continued as the plane ascended into the blue sky.