SUMMARY: DUM-DE-DUM! The LONG-awaited Conchobar return...as *I* see it...*BIG EVIL GRIN!*
DISCLAIMER: Everything I've said before applies here. TNT & Top Cow...Not Mine...
Spoilers: Up To "VERITAS"
**Third Time's A Charm**
*Prologue*
"Lady Sara..."
Sara looked up, wide-eyed from her paperwork to see Ian Nottingham standing discreetly at the foot of her bed.
"JESUS, NOTTINGHAM!" She screamed. "I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!" Ian's eyes grew wide at the sight of the Witchblade in gauntlet form on her wrist, and then contracted to normal size almost immediately.
"I know this, Lady Sara. But I came to warn you."
Sara turned her eyes back to the newest case, evidence spread about the width of her bed in piles, and others in separate appointed places.
"About what Nottingham?"
Ian inwardly sighed. She was going to ignore him again. "Sara, PLEASE, I beg of you. LISTEN TO ME!" He slammed his hand upon the trunk at the foot of her bed and she looked up, annoyed.
"WHAT?!"
"Sara, you must leave town. Someone...something...has located your presence."
"And this 'something' is what?"
"A very powerful force bent on taking that," he pointed to the Witchblade that had already retracted back into its bracelet facade. "Away from you."
"And that powerful force is...?"
"I cannot tell...Lady Sara..." Ian hung his head. Obviously by his demeanor he wasn't telling something, and Sara was bound and determined to find out.
"Dammit, Nottingham! WHY do you insist on doing this to me? You tell me somethin' and then you leave me hangin'! What are you trying to tell me?!"
Ian responded with silence. He took one long look at Sara, and then he turned and did something very uncharacteristic. He walked out the front door.
DISCLAIMER: Everything I've said before applies here. TNT & Top Cow...Not Mine...
Spoilers: Up To "VERITAS"
**Third Time's A Charm**
*Prologue*
"Lady Sara..."
Sara looked up, wide-eyed from her paperwork to see Ian Nottingham standing discreetly at the foot of her bed.
"JESUS, NOTTINGHAM!" She screamed. "I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!" Ian's eyes grew wide at the sight of the Witchblade in gauntlet form on her wrist, and then contracted to normal size almost immediately.
"I know this, Lady Sara. But I came to warn you."
Sara turned her eyes back to the newest case, evidence spread about the width of her bed in piles, and others in separate appointed places.
"About what Nottingham?"
Ian inwardly sighed. She was going to ignore him again. "Sara, PLEASE, I beg of you. LISTEN TO ME!" He slammed his hand upon the trunk at the foot of her bed and she looked up, annoyed.
"WHAT?!"
"Sara, you must leave town. Someone...something...has located your presence."
"And this 'something' is what?"
"A very powerful force bent on taking that," he pointed to the Witchblade that had already retracted back into its bracelet facade. "Away from you."
"And that powerful force is...?"
"I cannot tell...Lady Sara..." Ian hung his head. Obviously by his demeanor he wasn't telling something, and Sara was bound and determined to find out.
"Dammit, Nottingham! WHY do you insist on doing this to me? You tell me somethin' and then you leave me hangin'! What are you trying to tell me?!"
Ian responded with silence. He took one long look at Sara, and then he turned and did something very uncharacteristic. He walked out the front door.