Drabble #001:
Danny
Danny.
Every thought of him was like a burning brand on her soul, a razor fraying the ties that held her down to this damned earth. It ached liked nothing else could. She lost Danny.
Danny...gone.
And then, back. Whatever god or devil created the Witchblade must have liked tricks and tragedies, because she was seeing him again. Danny. His face. Hearing his voice. Seeing his smile. She was broken and he was gone, but somehow, he was there to piece her back together when she was shaking apart.
A ghost. A hallucination. She didn't know which he really was and what parts of this whole insanity she was making up, but if her gave her back Danny, even for the briefest of moments...
...even if it meant she was going quietly but certifiably insane...
...than she'd keep the damn Witchblade on for the rest of her life.
She's like a candle glowing in the darkness. He can see her in the shadowy corners of this world he's living in now. Heaven, Hell? Something in between maybe, but he's unconcerned by it. Right now, she's his focus--his goal. She's floundering in her circumstances and sinking beneath the surface of what she thinks is an unsurpassable sea of sorrow.
He wants to make it up to her--and he tries. He's there for her, every moment of every day. All she has to do is reach for him, call to him--think of him. He appointed himself her guardian angel, watching over her from the sidelines and trying to make her understand that death doesn't mean "end" as much as "new beginnings". He had to die for her to realize her full potential. He understands it, even if she doesn't. She's so much stronger than she knows; she's been made even more so under trial by fire.
And loss.
But though he understands it, he doesn't let it go. So he makes the travel between planes, to be by her side at the slightest notice. He's a shift in the wind and the flick of the curtains by her beside; he's sitting on the staircase in her spartan apartment and watching her sleep.
It's the least he can do, for leaving her alone. Saving each others lives more times than they could count; more cups of coffee than anyone could ever drink. In the end, it still didn't mean much. He still owes her.
But that's not why he's doing this.
They're partners.
Not even death is going to keep him from watching her back.