The Truth is Rarely Pure and Never Simple
(a quote by Oscar Wilde)
Disclaimer: I don't own Witchblade. And like Irons points out, the Witchblade cannot really belong to anyone, let alone Top Cow or TNT or Warner Brothers or shareholders of said companies. But according to US law, somehow they do, so for now I have to live with that.
Summery: Sara loses her memory. Now vulnerable, can Jake and Ian protect her from Irons, and help Sara to get her memories back before it's too late? Sequel to A Day At The Park.
Rating: PG (it might change to PG-13 in later chapters though, so this part may be updated)
Warnings: Some profanity, violence. No sex. There can still be kissing though eg
Timeline/Spoilers: A few days after Conchobar's death, so you need to have seen Maelstrom. You should probably see Sacrifice too because Gabriel is in this one.
Lastly: Thanks for the great reviews on my first story!!!
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"Who are you?" Sara asked.
"My name is Ian Nottingham. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he quickly assured her. Nonetheless, Sara still looked uneasy. He looked very imposing and dangerous, but there was something about his eyes that made Sara more trusting. His eyes...looking into them, Sara was now sure that he would never hurt her.
"Where am I?"
Ian sighed; this was going to be difficult. "Sara? How much do you remember," he asked softly, as though speaking to a child.
She shifted nervously in her chair. Currently, though she didn't know it, Sara Pezzini was sitting in her apartment, without any recollection of her memories. She knew skills, like how to open doors, make coffee, use her alarm even, but she had no personal memory of who she was. Realizing that she trusted him, and that she needed to figure some things out about herself, say for instance, her name, he would be necessary. What had Ian called her again? Sara??? The pictures all said the same thing, so currently it looked like he was telling the truth.
Making her decision, she starting speaking, slowly and unsure at first, but then becoming more confident. "I woke up here, in this apartment. Where is this anyway? Chicago, New York?" Seeing no answer from Nottingham, she reluctantly continued. "I figure this place must be my home. Even though I don't remember, I know my way around. Like I knew where all the clothes in the dresser would be. Or like when I made a sandwich. I knew where the bread was. It's like I belong here. And then there were a bunch of pictures around of me with other people. One of them had 'Sara and Danny '96' written on the back and since I figure Sara wasn't the name of the taller Asian guy I guessed that's me. I had only been up about 20 minutes and then I looked in my closet to see if I could find a coat. I was going to go down to the hospital or to the police or somewhere that might be able to help me. When I turned around, you were just standing there. That's really weird actually, you must've snuck in my window without my permission, but somehow my instinct said that it was somehow normal. That can't be right... Now it's your turn. Who am I? Where am I? Why can't I remember anything?"
Ian hesitated. It was for her own good that she not know everything right away. That would just get her killed. So instead, he decided to give her some basics, if not for any reason than to gain her trust. Right now if he showed any sign of anything other than honestly she would dart like a frightened animal. "Your name is Sara Pezzini. You're a detective on the NYPD. This is your apartment where you live alone. Today is Monday"
Sara nodded and took all this in. Minimal information, but important.
Ian continued, "I would suggest calling in sick today. You have bigger problems than work right now anyway."
Silently agreeing, Sara looked around for a phone.
But spotting it first, Ian picked it up from the center of a pile of junk food, police reports, wrappers, other odd assortments, and tossed it to her.
"I thought I'd heard a beeping coming from that pile," Sara mused aloud. "Somebody must've called."
Checking the caller ID, Ian discovered it had been Jake. Then looking around for a second line to listen in on, he found the other phone of the apartment. Turning his attention back to Sara, he said, I'll tell you what to dial, and when you get an answer, here's exactly what you say..."
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Jake was worried about Sara. She was more than 3 hours late. He had called earlier, but there had been no answer. Unknown to Jake, Sara had barely been aware of her phone ringing, because of it's current situation of being buried under a mound of junk. For all she knew, it could have been an alarm or timer of some sort. Or because of it's diluted sound, she could have even imagined it. But because Jake didn't know this, he was really starting to worry.
He didn't just worry about her well being, but about her career. When Dante had come looking for her he had to lie again, and then lie a second time when he came again. There was a limit to what he would believe, and after the last few weeks, Jake feared that Dante was quick approaching that point. But the odd thing was, Dante didn't seem mad at her. If anything, he seemed very nervous and edgy. Also, the way he had talked to Jake indicated that he was almost questioning him about something. Seeing if he knew something.
While trying to figure it out, he searched his memory for anything related to the force that seemed unique lately. Then suddenly, it hit him. Orlinski! Sara had made the film look used because she wanted him to think she had evidence of his treason when she didn't. If she had used it against him in blackmail, the first person Orlinkski would go to for help would be Dante. So now he was either going to try to bribe her to leave it alone or threaten her with something to leave it alone. That's why he was nervous, incase his scheme didn't work. And clearly Dante was trying to figure out if the same precautionary measures were required for Jake.
Trying to decided what to do, he was interrupted by a phone call. "Please be Sara," he muttered under his breath. "Yes?" he answered expectantly.
"Jake?"
"Pez, thank God. Where have you been? I tried calling but there was no answer."
"I think I need a few days off Jake. I-I just want some time to myself right now."
"Listen Sara, I understand about Conchobar, but the Captains looking for you. He expects you to be back to work."
On Ian's instruction, Sara continued to say words which had no meaning to her. "I've only had two days since his death."
"And I called you last night, when you said that you were looking forward to the distraction work would bring."
"His funeral is in Ireland tomorrow. I'm going, tell Dante that I'll be back by Friday. I promise."
Before he could respond Sara had hung up on him. "Damn!" Jake cursed loudly.
(a quote by Oscar Wilde)
Disclaimer: I don't own Witchblade. And like Irons points out, the Witchblade cannot really belong to anyone, let alone Top Cow or TNT or Warner Brothers or shareholders of said companies. But according to US law, somehow they do, so for now I have to live with that.
Summery: Sara loses her memory. Now vulnerable, can Jake and Ian protect her from Irons, and help Sara to get her memories back before it's too late? Sequel to A Day At The Park.
Rating: PG (it might change to PG-13 in later chapters though, so this part may be updated)
Warnings: Some profanity, violence. No sex. There can still be kissing though eg
Timeline/Spoilers: A few days after Conchobar's death, so you need to have seen Maelstrom. You should probably see Sacrifice too because Gabriel is in this one.
Lastly: Thanks for the great reviews on my first story!!!
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"Who are you?" Sara asked.
"My name is Ian Nottingham. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he quickly assured her. Nonetheless, Sara still looked uneasy. He looked very imposing and dangerous, but there was something about his eyes that made Sara more trusting. His eyes...looking into them, Sara was now sure that he would never hurt her.
"Where am I?"
Ian sighed; this was going to be difficult. "Sara? How much do you remember," he asked softly, as though speaking to a child.
She shifted nervously in her chair. Currently, though she didn't know it, Sara Pezzini was sitting in her apartment, without any recollection of her memories. She knew skills, like how to open doors, make coffee, use her alarm even, but she had no personal memory of who she was. Realizing that she trusted him, and that she needed to figure some things out about herself, say for instance, her name, he would be necessary. What had Ian called her again? Sara??? The pictures all said the same thing, so currently it looked like he was telling the truth.
Making her decision, she starting speaking, slowly and unsure at first, but then becoming more confident. "I woke up here, in this apartment. Where is this anyway? Chicago, New York?" Seeing no answer from Nottingham, she reluctantly continued. "I figure this place must be my home. Even though I don't remember, I know my way around. Like I knew where all the clothes in the dresser would be. Or like when I made a sandwich. I knew where the bread was. It's like I belong here. And then there were a bunch of pictures around of me with other people. One of them had 'Sara and Danny '96' written on the back and since I figure Sara wasn't the name of the taller Asian guy I guessed that's me. I had only been up about 20 minutes and then I looked in my closet to see if I could find a coat. I was going to go down to the hospital or to the police or somewhere that might be able to help me. When I turned around, you were just standing there. That's really weird actually, you must've snuck in my window without my permission, but somehow my instinct said that it was somehow normal. That can't be right... Now it's your turn. Who am I? Where am I? Why can't I remember anything?"
Ian hesitated. It was for her own good that she not know everything right away. That would just get her killed. So instead, he decided to give her some basics, if not for any reason than to gain her trust. Right now if he showed any sign of anything other than honestly she would dart like a frightened animal. "Your name is Sara Pezzini. You're a detective on the NYPD. This is your apartment where you live alone. Today is Monday"
Sara nodded and took all this in. Minimal information, but important.
Ian continued, "I would suggest calling in sick today. You have bigger problems than work right now anyway."
Silently agreeing, Sara looked around for a phone.
But spotting it first, Ian picked it up from the center of a pile of junk food, police reports, wrappers, other odd assortments, and tossed it to her.
"I thought I'd heard a beeping coming from that pile," Sara mused aloud. "Somebody must've called."
Checking the caller ID, Ian discovered it had been Jake. Then looking around for a second line to listen in on, he found the other phone of the apartment. Turning his attention back to Sara, he said, I'll tell you what to dial, and when you get an answer, here's exactly what you say..."
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Jake was worried about Sara. She was more than 3 hours late. He had called earlier, but there had been no answer. Unknown to Jake, Sara had barely been aware of her phone ringing, because of it's current situation of being buried under a mound of junk. For all she knew, it could have been an alarm or timer of some sort. Or because of it's diluted sound, she could have even imagined it. But because Jake didn't know this, he was really starting to worry.
He didn't just worry about her well being, but about her career. When Dante had come looking for her he had to lie again, and then lie a second time when he came again. There was a limit to what he would believe, and after the last few weeks, Jake feared that Dante was quick approaching that point. But the odd thing was, Dante didn't seem mad at her. If anything, he seemed very nervous and edgy. Also, the way he had talked to Jake indicated that he was almost questioning him about something. Seeing if he knew something.
While trying to figure it out, he searched his memory for anything related to the force that seemed unique lately. Then suddenly, it hit him. Orlinski! Sara had made the film look used because she wanted him to think she had evidence of his treason when she didn't. If she had used it against him in blackmail, the first person Orlinkski would go to for help would be Dante. So now he was either going to try to bribe her to leave it alone or threaten her with something to leave it alone. That's why he was nervous, incase his scheme didn't work. And clearly Dante was trying to figure out if the same precautionary measures were required for Jake.
Trying to decided what to do, he was interrupted by a phone call. "Please be Sara," he muttered under his breath. "Yes?" he answered expectantly.
"Jake?"
"Pez, thank God. Where have you been? I tried calling but there was no answer."
"I think I need a few days off Jake. I-I just want some time to myself right now."
"Listen Sara, I understand about Conchobar, but the Captains looking for you. He expects you to be back to work."
On Ian's instruction, Sara continued to say words which had no meaning to her. "I've only had two days since his death."
"And I called you last night, when you said that you were looking forward to the distraction work would bring."
"His funeral is in Ireland tomorrow. I'm going, tell Dante that I'll be back by Friday. I promise."
Before he could respond Sara had hung up on him. "Damn!" Jake cursed loudly.
