Disclaimer: Go to hell.

A/N Wow that was harsh…let’s try that again.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Sleepy Hollow-if I did I would have been in it-weeee.

A/N Okay much better. Anyway I got this idea and thought that someone should do this. This is MOVIE BASED, since they don’t have a movie category (glares at fanfiction employee) yet. Yes I know I have 3 series to finish, one Zelda, and two crossovers involving Zelda which are rather…odd. If you would like you may take the same categories and cross them your own way as long as you give me credit for the category choice of crossing over. Cause I’d love to read YOUR version. Okay off topic.

Sure I loved horror movies, sure I loved myths, but had I ever watched Sleepy Hollow by my favorite director? No. Had I ever seen my favorite actor afraid of what I too was afraid of? No.

I was not allowed to, thank you gore. Problem was…I didn’t mind movie gore. I had been allowed to watch Sweeney Todd but no not Sleepy Hollow. Supposedly it looked real and even my Grandmother closed her eyes.

I wasn’t one for closing eyes, I fainted. If something got to bad I fainted, roller coasters for example were a fear of mine. Whenever I was forced to ride one I fainted in the seat.

Tonight though would be completely different. At a once abandoned theater by my block they were to do a Rocky Horror type of thing this Halloween which was tonight.

Tonight I’d see Sleepy Hollow at the theater and my parents didn’t mind! It was a dress-up showing though so I was forced to dress as if I were in the eighteenth century since I didn’t know what the nineteenth looked like.

I was nineteen years old and lived with my parents as I took collage classes; yeah I know what you’re thinking…why can’t you watch Sleepy Hollow on TV or DVD?

Well the rule is ‘if you live under their roof you have to do as told or you’re on your own.’ I hated that rule but I had little money to spend what with me buying a ball room dress two years ago for a masquerade.

This ball room dress was to be worn and I put it on, the purple lace caressed my skin happily and I put my brown loose hair into a bun. I apply black mascara around my blue eyes.

Adding red light blush to my cheeks and a blood red lipstick to my lips was a pleasant pop to my attire. All that was needed now was…a flower!

Quickly I searched for a fake flower to put into my hair but found none. To think I hadn’t bought a pretty fake flower…I was always one to shop at Dollar Trees for junk.

Sighing I took off saying goodbye to my family and explaining I’d keep my phone home. Yes E.T will not phone home. So with that I left and outside spotted a lone purple lily beginning to wilt.

I plucked it and set it in my hair at an angle. After smuggling in candy from my house I sat in the now fixed up theater with a few other folks who wanted to enjoy the show.

The movie played on and I sat peacefully, listening to each word intentionally and captivated by Johnny Depp’s looks. Finally the opening credits began when the music faded and the screen filled up in a person’s view of a carriage form the inside.

It seemed lighter-a lot lighter-in the theater now and the surround sound really was good! Almost like I was there, suddenly a familiar voice who could be mistaken as Ichabod Crane gasped “how did you get in here,” terror spoke in his voice for him.

Shushing him and not keeping my eyes off the screen I whispered “look buddy just cause’ you’ve probably seen the movie doesn’t mean everyone has, so be quiet.”

“Movie…miss I assure you I do not know what you are talking about.” The same voice spoke utterly confused. Turning my head it was now my turn to gasp. I was not in the theater anymore.

Toto I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore. “Yo-you-you-you-you’re.” I fainted; right there and then fainted in front of the hottest constable, the sophisticated constable, Ichabod Crane.

Damn it I knew I should have never listened to my parents and just see the movie! Well after what I had assumed of me waking up and missing a few minutes of the movie I awoke in the same carriage with a confused Ichabod, poor, poor Icky.

Gasping for breath I began pounding my fists on the carriage door, “let me out god damn it! LET ME THE HELL OUT!” I screamed as his eyes widened and out of the corner of my eyes I saw him faint.

He couldn’t even take a woman cursing…wow. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I shouted now more pissed off then frightened. Who the hell had the right to take me out of a theater and do well…this!?

We arrived at Sleepy Hollow a few minutes later and I got out first, leaving an unconscious Ichabod to get his own crap. He awoke a few seconds later obviously forgetting about me and grabbing his bags.

He let out a tiny shriek when he saw me outside his carriage as he opened the door. I tapped my foot impatiently, “well…welcome to Sleepy Hollow, I’m Isabella Elizabeth Connerly the second.” I introduced, yes my name was Isabella Elizabeth Connerly, though I never introduced myself as ‘the second’ I was. My mother had named me after herself.

I oddly enough had the same first initial and last that Ichabod Crane had. Irony. “Oh…pleasure to meet you…Ichabod Crane…you seem familiar.” He pointed out and I smirked.

Thank god for fainting. “Have I threatened you before?” I quoted Captain Jack Sparrow; obviously I was a huge pirates fan. “Excuse me,” Ichabod asked obviously a bit terrified.

Go figure, “it was a joke Ick-I er mean Ichabod…yeah that’s what I meant…” I corrected myself playing it ‘cool’. I have to watch myself with his nickname.

He shrugged and I studied him as he pulled out suitcases. His hair seemed black and was short, curly, and above all framing his pale face. Black coal eyes seemed to stare at me though they must have been dark brown.

As for his cheeks, he had wonderful cheekbones and a light charcoal coal color highlighted his cheeks. I had been missing this for how long now?

Mesmerized by the constable I didn’t notice him start to walk away, staring shyly at every little thing and person. “Wait up Ick-damn it I have to stop saying that! Wait up Ichabod!” I called after him trying to catch up in the long ass hoop skirt.

Noticing me he stopped and we began walking together, side by side as he stared at me shyly. We arrived at the celebration where outside two people in the shadows were making out.

“Wow and I thought my friend was bad?” I asked myself as we were let inside. Introductions, introductions, a girl with blonde hair had a blind fold on chanting something about witches.

Finally she touched Ichabod making me well…furious. Yes I barely knew him but already I felt attached. She asked something which I could not hear from where I was standing-a few feet away from Ichabod-and he answered “no just a stranger.”

“All the more reason to kiss you.” She sighed and gave him a tiny peck, his cheeks reddened as he blushed. I fumed. “Somebody needs to teach you some manners!” A man shouted pushing the young constable towards me.

I caught him thankfully and he blushed once more. Still furious at what the girl had done, I released him from my arms-the only thing keeping him up-and he fell. “Oops,” I innocently cooed.

He was led off by some old guys as I stared-no glared-at the girl around my age. “Katrina,” she greeted ignoring my dagger eyes. “Isabella,” I replied with ice.

“Who was that man?” Katrina asked and I assumed she spoke of Ichabod, “oh him?” I muttered, just the sexiest constable ever I thought passionately.

Remember though, it was just becoming the eighteenth century and well…I had just met the man. “That be, Ichabod Crane the new constable it be.” I faked an accent rather well if I may say so myself.

Nodding her head as if to state she understood Katrina commented on him “he is rather charming.” Noticing my dagger glare this time she blushed and escorted me to the same room I’d later learn Ichabod would be using.

Yippee. “Well I do hope you enjoy your stay in Sleepy Hollow…also…I advise you to stay indoors at night.” Katrina warned me. I stifled a snort out of pure hilarity, “oh please like the Headless Horsemen would kill this.” I gestured at my face cracking a joke.

Shaking her head in disapproval she left. “Wow no sense of humor at all.” I muttered as the door opened revealing a shaking Icky-I er mean Ichabod.

“Isabella…what are you doing here?” He asked his voice high pitched from his nerves being shot. “Katrina said I can sleep in this room…there are two beds…I hope you don’t mind.” I explained.

Shaking his head no he set on unpacking telling me about himself and a few other things. He revealed his cherished toy and I giggled at the joy it gave him. “It is rather fascinating.” I smiled softly at it, watching the bird be put into a cage.

I began to fall asleep and I set out on getting in bed. With that I pulled back the covers, crawled in, yawned goodnight, and fell asleep…wondering what tomorrow may bring if this weren’t all a dream.

A/N Eeh hee I like Isabella. Anywho I called Ichabod Icky cause well it’s a cute nickname! Please check out the author linalove who is currently going to write a Sleepy Hollow fan fiction! I assure you, anything by her will be enjoyable!