Elektra/Daredevil
Written By: Angel of Neptune
Disclaimer
I do not; in anyway, own Daredevil or Elektra, who both are a part of Marvel. This fan fiction merely uses the characters involved within those two comics.
Title: Holding Onto Hope
Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama/Action
Setting: Two years after Returning To You.
Author's Note
This is my second Elektra/Daredevil fan fic. I hope you guys enjoy the sequel as much as you did the first. :)
Please read and review. Comments and flames alike are welcome; however, one is preferred over the other. ;) Enjoy and happy reading.
FYI, if you haven't read Returning To You, you may want to start off there.
Summary: (Sequel to Returning to You) Two years later, Kingpin seeks revenge from the Daredevil. Elektra isn't really adjusting to the whole soccer mom/house wife routine and is determined to return to herself. A visitor from an alternate world makes an appearance to 'help.'
Chapter One
Sending a Warning – The Red Rose
Two Years Later
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
It was amazing what two years could do to a person. The once most feared lethal assassin, Elektra Natchios was now reduced to motherhood. She was the proud mother of her young two year old daughter, Jamie Murdock-Natchios. Just like any parent, she wanted everything to be perfect for her child and that meant laying low for the mean time. That didn't mean she stopped missing out on the 'action.' No, she got a good serving of 'action' every day in their own personal gym located right in the apartment.
However, she restricted herself to working out in the nightly hours when Jamie was fast asleep and, even then, she kept the baby monitor with her at all times. Maybe she was taking a bit more caution, but, hell, she didn't care. The moment her daughter was born, everything changed and she knew things were never going to be the same ever again. This could be either good or bad depending on which way you finally decide to look at it in which either way you please.
That being the case, she had also decided to stay at home with no line of work what-so-ever. Let's face it. She had enough stashed away to be spending her great-grandchildren off to college and then some. Matt Murdock, the blind lawyer, could have easily given up his job also, seeing that his partner had had so much money stored and ready for them, but good ol' Matt didn't want to draw attention to where it wasn't needed. It would have looked odd. Two stay at home parents with all the money they could ever need. Just where exactly did the money come from? Ah, see? That's why Matt decided to keep working; to keep being a lawyer. He didn't mind; he loved his day job. That's right, just because things were a little different home, it didn't stop the man without fear from serving his daily dose of justice to those criminals in Hell's Kitchen.
Heck, he looked at his work in a new light… With ever criminal he brought to justice was one less person he had to worry about. Every time he sent another one away, it made the city safer for the people, and Jamie. It was one different way of looking at it. Surely, he did need to see another way to look at this certain line of work. He was questioning if it even mattered, if it even made a difference. Hearing Jamie's cheerful laugh gave me that reassurance that it was. He wanted something better out of her when she grew older, that's for sure.
A slender finger pushed the power button to the DVD player and then inserted the disk into the machine. Elektra closed the now empty DVD case and placed it on top of the coffee table before pulling it back slightly in order to clear the cushions from the living couch so she could pull out the sleeper. It was getting close to that time of day once more. The sun was slowly setting deep into the city. Any second now, she would hear—ah there it was.
"Momma…" The tiny childish whimper came through the baby monitor Elektra had placed on the coffee table earlier. Elektra stared at the monitor with a smile. "Momma…" The little girl repeated, causing a small smile to appear on her face. Yes, it was always the same time of day this little event occurred. Jamie always woke up from her afternoon nap either when or just a bit before the sun started to set. "Momma…" The whimper grew.
"Momma's coming, Jamie." Elektra said, letting her child know that she was, indeed, being heard and certainly not ignored. She stepped back from the sleeper and then went into the nursery.
There she was. Little Jamie was standing in her crib, bobbing up and down as her tiny little hands held on tightly to the wooden railing. A small frown appeared on her face as her bright green eyes pleaded with Elektra to let her out of this jail cell. Elektra stood in front of her and brushed back strands of brown hair from the girl's face. Jamie lifted her arms into the arm as she pouted. She wanted out, no questions asked, and that's what Elektra gave her; her freedom. The use-to-be assassin carefully took the girl into her arms and exited the nursery.
Elektra personally loved these little moments they shared together. She quickly washed her up and changed her into a pair of pants and a plain shirt. Surely, if they were going out, Elektra would have been pleased to dress her daughter up as a pretty doll, but when at home, they all kicked back. This time was no different. The two of them were going to go out into the living to enjoy a nice peaceful movie, while waiting for Matt to return home from work, which unexpectingly wouldn't take long today.
Matt Murdock turned the doorknob to the entrance of the apartment. Moments later, he pushed the door opened, closing it securely behind himself. Over the time period of two years, he had managed to memorize where every piece of furniture was in any room. So the use of his walking stick was pretty much useless. He didn't really need to use it within the apartment. So sure of himself, he began to walk deeper into the apartment. Alright, got past the entrance and slowly made his way into the living room where the blind man rammed his shin against the sleeper, which was not suppose to even be out. What the hell?
"God damnit!" He swore, rubbing his lower leg. Why was the sleeper out anyways? It's not like they ever had visitors stay over or anything. Unless you count Foggy, but that was only because his own apartment had been invested with cockroaches. He was gone within a week or so.
Elektra's stomach lunged into her throat. It took her a few moments to recognize the voice as Matt's. She calmed down as she picked up Jamie into her arms and fled to the living room where she saw him standing beside the sleeper, rubbing his leg. She easily fitted the two pieces of the puzzle together and frowned lightly, "Matt." She called out to him, to get his attention away from the distraction.
"Who pulled out the sleeper?" He instantly questioned.
She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as they both sat down on the edge of the sleeper, "I did." She admitted. "Only because I was going to watch a movie with Jamie and I thought it would be more comfortable. I didn't realize that you would be home early."
Matt reached out for Jamie as Elektra carefully handed their daughter over to him. Jamie learned at a young age to firmly hold onto Matt when he was holding her. There had been many occasions where there would be a close call of him dropping her, but none has actually happened to date.
"Why are you home early?" Elektra asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"Foggy and I got everything done earlier today." Matt shrugged his shoulders. There really was no other way of answering it. It had been the truth. "We decided to close earlier."
Elektra nodded slightly.
A slight smile came to his face as he rocked the little girl back and forth in his arms gently, "And how was your day, little lady? Was it good?"
Jamie had also learned that in order to answer Matt, you couldn't just nod or shake your head. You needed to make an effort and actually say something, "Yeah…" She replied lamely, wrapping her arms around his neck for support.
"Good girl." He spoke in a cheerful voice. "What movie are you watching today, huh?"
"Mulan…" She replied softly with a small smile.
Her answer seemed to greatly amuse him as he turned his head towards Elektra's rose oil scent. A smirk played on his face upon this. Elektra appeared to look puzzled as her frowned lightly, "What's so funny?" She questioned.
"A movie with a war between good and evil with a character that-" Matt paused in mid-answer as he shook his head, still smirking in amusement. "Never mind."
Elektra raised an eyebrow as she finally spotted what he meant by it, "Now, was that really funny?" She scoffed as she took Jamie back into her arms as Matt shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm going to go change." He stated as he stood up and felt his way over to the master bedroom.
She nodded slightly, mostly to herself, as she sat back down on the sleeper. Jamie laid back onto the pillows Elektra had neatly seat up. Seeing that she was comfortable, Elektra laid back as well and started the movie.
It was one of those moments both mother and daughter enjoyed. Jamie automatically curled up against Elektra's body as usual while he bright green eyes locked onto the television set. Elektra's hand started to gently stroke the little girl's brown, shoulder length hair, silently promising that she would be there for her any part of the day, no matter what. She didn't want Jamie to end up like her: a motherless daughter. She wanted everything, but that.
Matt leaned against the wall of the shower, allowing the cold drops of water to fall down upon him. He had been done for a while, but decided to just stand there. It was like he was able to see again by just standing here. Sure, his vision was limited to in bottle of shampoo and all of Elektra's many different containers of oils and lotion, but it was better than nothing. After a few more moments, he finally decided to step out and wrap a towel around himself.
He bent over slightly towards the pile of discarded clothes in order to pick up the rose laying upon them. He brought it up to his nose and deeply inhaled before tossing it into the trashcan as he shook his head. His secretary claimed that the rose came from an unknown visitor, but Matt had a good idea of where it came from.
He walked out of the master bathroom and stepped into the master bedroom. He felt around for the proper dresser and managed to pull out a pair of black boxers and a simple white t-shirt. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on his socks as he ruffled up his hair before returning to the living room once more.
Personally, he hated it when Elektra decided to pull out the sleeper from the couch. She always moved the coffee table to create room, which was fine and all, but she always moved the coffee table to a different spot every single time. He lost count on how many times he managed to trip over that thing. He carefully felt his way around the sleeper and then laid down next to Jamie's other side.
Seeing her father right next to her, Jamie looked up towards Elektra and then snuggled up against him. Elektra couldn't blame her. She rarely did get to spend time with Matt, and when they did, it was very limited. He barely even knew what she properly looked like. Elektra ran her hand down his arm until his fingers locked in between her own. She smiled lightly as he quickly gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"So, what's for dinner?" He asked.
His statement caused Elektra to once more scoff as she stood up from the couch to dismiss herself into the kitchen as Jamie laid directly on top of Matt who wrapped his arms around her protectively while he kissed her cheek.
Once in the kitchen, Elektra pulled out a pot from one of the cupboards and began to fill it with water from the sink. She bit down on her lower lip lightly as thoughts began to trail in and out of her head.
It was amazing, this whole transition from lethal assassin to your typical housewife; soccer mom. Actually, it was totally absurd. Three years ago she would have never guessed that she would be in this position. She wasn't even sure if Matt would have believed her when she met up with him again after her adventure with the Millers; with The Hand.
Not only that, but she to give up so much to be in this position. She couldn't just go out and accept any 'jobs' anymore without putting Jamie at risk. God, if the family members of the victims she killed were to know that the great Elektra finally had a weak-point… She shook her head as she dismissed the thought. She didn't want to think about it.
After all this time, Matt got to stay the same. He still went out almost nightly as the Daredevil to watch over Hell's Kitchen. She didn't want to sound like some spoiled little kid in a candy shop who just got refused a chocolate bar, but she wanted to be back out there as well! This just wasn't fair! Honest to God, she felt like she was the one hiding behind a mask twenty hours a day, seven days a week. This wasn't her at all.
That's when thoughts of that day came floating into her mind; the day where she had stared death in the eye for nearly a second time. Bullseye, he had been the only person she had truly feared. She even questioned her own strength when she fought against him on both occasions. Is it possible that the world's most lethal assassin had been out-beat? She shook her head, reminding herself that the last, and, of course, final time that they fought, she was extremely weak under certain conditions.
Abby and she had been pretty lucky. What were the odds that Jamie, not the young two year old curled up with her father in the living room, but a nineteen year old counter part from an alternate time line would appear for, to her was, a moment just to save their lives? It didn't matter, they were both alright now, but she did feel a sense of regret. Matt got to have a small conversation with her, while she only had a glance because she blacked out for three days. She kept reminding herself that that nineteen year old had admitted that she was actually a decent mother and she was, indeed, greatly for that. A glance was better than nothing anyways, right?
Elektra gazed back down at the pot, only to realize that it was over flowing with the cool water that trailed down the metal side and over her hand. She quickly turned the faucet off and poured some of the water back out before sighing, causing her shoulders to drop.
Unknown Location
Kingpin sat at his giant metal-made desk, flipping through the photographs and documents of a file labeled 'Matthew Murdock' while carelessly smoking a cigar in the other. He pulled out a newspaper clipping explaining that 'The Devil Has Done It Again.' He shook his head lightly at the drawing of the Daredevil some random artist came up with. Shockingly, it caused him to smirk with delight.
He placed the clipping down and pulled out the mask. He held it tightly in his grasp before setting it down. Things were going to be different this time. He wasn't going to let Daredevil walk away this time.
It appeared that the Daredevil was now a family man. Kingpin drew out a photo of Matt and Elektra enjoying a pleasant afternoon at the park with their young daughter, who he had been informed was named Jamie Murdock-Natchios.
The smirk on his face grew, "It's all over, Daredevil."
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment – Later that night
Over the course of the last two years, Elektra had grown majorly fond of the nightly hours. They allowed her to slightly return to the life she once knew. It was the only time she would allow herself to brutally train because Jamie slept peacefully through the night and there would be no interruptions.
She easily jumped the rope she swung quickly around herself. This was just the beginning of her warm-up. There was a long night ahead of her, that's for sure. She had been putting this off for days because Jamie had been suffering from a tiny cold earlier in the week and her first occupation was to make sure she was alright.
Without speaking a word, Matt stood at the entrance to the specially built training room, geared up for another night in the city as the one and only Daredevil; the man without fear. He held his mask in his hand as his blank eyes stared into the room, "I'm going to be going now." He stated, causing Elektra to come to a complete stop.
She swung the rope back and forth from her hands as she walked over to him. He knew how she felt about him going out during these nights. He knew that all she wanted was for him to stay every now and again, but this really wasn't a 'job' that you could just take a vacation for. He realized that two years ago when he left Hell's Kitchen for a handful of months. Crime percentages sky rocketed.
Before she could say anything, he placed his fingers against her soft lips, "I need to go, Elektra. They need me."
"I need you." She said softly, gently kissing the tips of his fingers as she rested her head on his chest. She sighed. "Be careful."
Matt wrapped his arms around her as he lowered his lips onto hers. He tenderly kissed her. "I will." He mumbled against her cheek.
Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen
"Please! Please!" A man begged, crawling on his knees and he grabbed onto the Daredevil's leg. "I'm begging you, please don't hurt me."
However, the Daredevil showed no mercy. A frown played on his face as his hands gripped the man's coat. With ease, he pulled the man up to his feet, "Hearing that teenaged girl beg didn't stop you from raping her now did it?" He questioned sternly.
With that, the man's face fell. He wasn't really sure just how Daredevil knew this bit of information, but he knew now that he was screwed.
"Justice is served." Daredevil stated, holding the man over the edge of the roof. His hands instantly released their grasp from the coat.
That's when the sound of a being cocking a gun came to his supernatural hearing. His head jerked to his right as he took off across the roof in order to leap off and dive right into an unexpected dumpster. He heard, and saw, the speeding bullets rush past him from all around. Maybe it did seem a bit out of line to be actually hiding in the trash of Hell's Kitchen, but know wasn't the time to risk anything. This had to be the work of Kingpin. He just knew it; gut instinct.
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
Elektra stepped out from her warm shower, covering herself with a bath robe as she wiped the mirror free of its foggy residents. Upon doing so, a part of the reflection caught her eye. Why was there something bright red in the trash can? She turned around and frowned. The something bright red turned out to be a rose. She took it out of the garbage and studied it for a moment or two. It wasn't hers, which means it must have came from Matt, but why would he have a rose?
Her stomach turned uncontrollably and lunged up to her throat as she finally realized. When her father was murdered, she was told that he was given a single red rose that was placed on his coffin. Hell, when she was murdered, Bullseye had thrown a red rose at her. Instantly, she threw the rose back into the trash can. Kingpin was up to his awful plans again. Kingpin was trying to eliminate Matt.
Newly founded anger built up inside her. Was it possible to just live a normal happy life without being stocked by murderous men? She shook her head silently as she stepped into the bedroom, throwing the bath robe behind her; back into the bathroom, as she changed into one of her nightgowns.
After changing, she laid back on the massive master bed, stretching out as she blinked her tired-filled eyes a couple of times. She hugged against one of the pillows as she began to drift off to sleep, until a voice appeared over the baby monitor.
"Things will be better this time…" She heard a female voice coo over her daughter. "I promise…"
Elektra seized the monitor quickly and dashed into the nursery with lightning fast speed. She threw the door open to see her young two year old standing up in her crib happily. Her eyes then fell upon the woman standing at the window. She remembered her from nearly two years ago… She had the same cold expression on her face that she had back then too, that and their same bright green eyes; her savior from Bullseye.
Elektra opened her mouth slightly to speak, but found no words. However, the woman didn't seem to be here to talk. She turned on her heel and leapt out the window. Elektra briskly walked over to it, on the brink of running. She gazed out the window only to see no remains of where the woman had gone.
She turned around to face her young daughter once more, "Hey Jamie…" She said softly, walking back across the room as she took her into her arms.
To Be Continued
Well, there was Chapter One. Please tell me what you think.
