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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ichabod/Mort, implied Ichabod/Horseman.
Disclaimer: Mine? God, I wish.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Notes: Secret Window/Sleepy Hollow crossover. Set in modern times. For rokeon.
Summary: Mort's cabin is in rural New York. Think about it.
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Rubbing at his eyes, Mort fumbled for the knob. "What?"
"Er...well..." A black-and-white cut-out stood on the doorstep. Well, okay, he had some dimension to him. But not much. And the stuttering wasn't helping the first impression. "Mr. Rainey?"
"Yeah?" Mort scratched at his stubble. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying."
The stranger tightened his jaw. "Actually, sir, I'm here to discuss the ownership of your property here. It seems you're in violation..."
"Take it up with my lawyer." Mort started to shut the door, but found himself blocked by a surprisingly quick foot. The other man shoved in his face and smiled, polite but clearly determined.
"Ichabod Crane. May I come in for some coffee?" Obviously, no wasn't going to work.
Well, the screwdrivers were right over there. "Sure," Mort said, and he opened the door a bit wider.
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Ichabod stepped out on the porch, a very satisfied expression on his face. "That was interesting."
"Did you settle things?" growled a shadowy voice. A few yards away, something huge moved just behind the treeline.
"Almost." Ichabod checked over his papers. "Oh. I forgot to get a signature. I'll be right back."
Behind the upstairs window, something rustled very weakly, as if it were quite exhausted.
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