Author's Note: WARNING! SPOILERS TO THE RIPPER CASE BELOW

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I felt Abberline's death was a powerful scene and honestly, I was gagging to write a little more for these two. Welcome to the song-fic.

This takes place after 'Not goodbye' and before 'Final chapter' in The Ripper Case. The song is 'Run' by Snow Patrol.


'Until we meet again.' Ichabod whispered.

The Inspector was unrespondant where he lay, his face tranquil and lulled of all its spirit. The constable let his hand fall from his face, resting upon Abberline's shoulder.

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

The constable released a deep sigh, pressing his shaking lips together to hone back any sobs that wanted to choke out. The hand that was resting on the Inspector's shoulders found a grip, lifting his body upright and the man's head lolling, sweep of chestnut hair falling over that calm face. Ichabod let the Inspector's body fall against him, winding his arms round him and holding onto him desperately.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up

The sargeant hung behind quietly, watching the crestfallen sight before him with a crushed heart. All dignifty and aloofness the constable once had was now briefly lost as he clung to Abberline, clutching him against himself as if he willed hard enough he would hear the bittersweet breath of new life come from him. Though every logical fibre in him argued.

All he could smell was the scent of Abberline's hair, all he could see was darkness behind closed eyelids and all he could feel was the once warm, lifeless body of Inspector Abberline. Silently leaning into him.

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess