Disclaimer: I Don't Own Defenders or Daredevil.

Spoiler Warning: Major spoilers for Defenders if you haven't watched all of Defenders then go watch that before you read this.

Elektra Natchios was never a girl without a plan. Stick had always taught her to have back up plans to her back up plans. Her anger flared as she thought of her mentor who repeatedly tried to kill her. It turns out he was supposed to kill her when she was a child, instead he used her and trained her as his soldier. She was his slave. She was done with being a slave. She certainly wasn't going to be Alexandra's slave and definitely not the Hand's slave. She was Elektra Natachos and she answered to no one. Taking over the Hand was simply a means to an end. She didn't care about their war or them destroying the city. All she cared about was survival. She needed the substance so she could live and she couldn't live without Matthew. She knew he would come and then they could be together. She had no intentions of dying and she certainly didn't want her Matthew to die either, so she fought him. She wanted him to understand this is who she was now. This is who she always was meant to be, not the Black Sky, but Elektra Natachos-Survivor. Matthew was a survivor too. He was a fighter, like her. He got high on it, like she did. He called her out and told her she was no ones slave. He always did understand her.

She was about to get everything she always wanted and that was Matthew. That was all she wanted was to be with him forever. She told him as much. He didn't get it though. The hero thought it meant they were going to die together in flames of glory as the building crumbles on top of them. She knew the truth. She consumed the substance and smothered it on her lips and in her mouth so when she kissed Matthew he would consume it too. So now they will have eternal life and be together for ever, just like she always wanted.

Elektra woke up with a start. She started to remember everything. The last thing she remembered was kissing Matthew with everything she had. She was filled with so much love and joy. She sat up looking around disappointed she wasn't waking up with a pile of rubble, instead she was on a bed. She turned around and looked at a bunch of monks. She wiped her eyes trying to adjust them.

"Where am I?"

"Kan' lun'." One Monk said as he walked up to her.

Her eyes widened and she looked out the window and saw a large mountain with snow spreading across the terrain.

"This cannot be."

"It is true child, we rescued you and returned your full soul."

She looked at him strangely. She knew she didn't have her heart beat when she was ressurected by the Hand but she didn't think about her soul. She wasn't sure ahe believed in souls.

Suddenly as she thought about everything it all came back to her. All of the pain, all of the horrible things she has done. Her killing Stick and Alexandra two people who were the closest thing to parents she ever had. Then she had a sudden realization that struck her with terror.

"Where is Matthew?"

He didn't say anything.

She looked around the room at all of the empty beds. She didn't see him. Panick got stuck in her throat. He was gone. He wasn't here. They weren't together. She had failed. She did not succeed in bringing him back to life or keeping him from dying. They were not together forever. He was gone. He was stuck in the shadowy void. He didn't deserve that. He deserved better than her. She was overcome with a flood of overwhelming guilt and regret. She did not help him. She led him to his death. He died because of her.

She fell to the ground feeling the pain smother her. Tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.

"Matthew!" She cried out.

"Not Matthew." She muttered as she hugged her arms around her knees shaking back and forth.

It didn't make any sense. How could she could she be here without him? How could she survive and he did not?

"I don't understand. " She muttered between cries.

"He is not dead." The monk said unemotional. He seemed uneffected by her emotional state.

She looked at him with eyes wide open waiting for him to expand or explain but he did not.

"Where is he?" Elektra asked.

"Back in his city possibly recovering."

"How?"

"You gave him the gift, the substance. It comes with a price."

She blinked.

"What?"

"He will forget who he is and only know the new life we will give him."

Her eyes widened in fear at that. They couldn't take away his identity.

"No."

"We need to rebuild our army and you and your love will help us. He was stubborn before but now because of you we have ample opportunity to continue our work and finish it, once and for all. It will be as it was intended with the two of you at the helm."

"Me? No one will follow me. I destroyed everything."

"If anything you saved us. You brought life to us. You and the Iron Fist and your love and his friends. When you open the portal and released the substance life was restored to us."

"I'm their enemy."

"You will go back and gain followers and build the Chaste army and destroy the rest of the Hand."

"They were all destroyed."

"Not all of them. Madam Gow still survives and she is rebuilding her army as we speak. Their forces are lessened now it is time to finish them once and for all. "

"And why would I escape from being a slave from one group to be a slave for the other? I worked for the chaste before. It didn't work so well for me. I am no ones slave. I am free. I will not let you turn Matthew into your slave either."

"We will strike a bargain with you. You build our army and destroy the Hand and you both can live free and you can keep your immortality. You will earn your redemption." The Monk said.

"We can live together forever?"

"Yes as long as you convince him to lead our army. You are the only one who can do it."

Elektra thought about it. It turned out her plan worked. She had succeeded in saving Matthew and giving him new life. Could she do it? Could she help him remember? Could she convince him to build the army for the Chaste?

She thought about her rebirth and how everything was new and undistinguishable but then as she encountered Matthew she started to remember who she was and who they were together.

His resurrection would probably be different than hers. The thought of him being better off without her occured to her. Knowing he was alive and well could be enough. She certainly didn't want to be anyone's lacky again and she didn't want that for Matthew. She almost said no. She knew they would not be happy they would most likely punish her thoroughly.

Then she remembered Matthew and how he came down there to save her knowing he would not make it. He had risked his life to try to prove to her there was good in her and maybe she actually had a chance to be what he saw in her.

Maybe this could actually work despite all of the impossiblities stacked against them they have a chance to be together with both of their resurrected lives living forever. That was something she always wanted. That was something she was willing to fight for.

"I will do it but we are going to be doing it my way. Where are my Sies?"

A/N: There it is. Let me know what you think.