(A/N: Finally an update. Been crazy for my rl. This was ready since Christmas but my computer crapped out on me. Still is, cause I'm at the library. XP but hope you guys enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Eliot Spencer or the leverage team, or Marvel universe. Sara Carylse is my creation though. )

'You can't mix your tears
With those from an agave plant,
You see I've danced with him myself
And he's never been a friend.
You go believin' in your Lancelot
Well it's all in vain
And you're chasin' picket fences,
There's always hell to pay'

Red . . . So much blood. So much pain. Tears ran down her cheeks that she couldn't stop. Blood was everywhere. On her, her hands, the floor . . . Coming from her lower stomach. One thought beat in her brain, and broke her heart.

My baby . . . He's dead.

A sob escaped her raw throat, even though rage was strong in her mind as well. Her beast wanting revenge. Sara picked up her head only to see her so called mother run away from the massive war behind them and wanted to run after her, despite her being so weak, so damn drained.

Adam's voice. She looked over and saw him reach her, his hand covering the large gash of her lower stomach. Her hand covered over Adam's as blood continued to leak through from their joined hands as they pushed tight against her lower belly. She closed her eyes as she willed herself to heal. Willed her child to be alright. It was still small enough. Maybe the blade missed the fetus. She tried to hope, tried to wish as she willed herself to heal faster. Even though she knew that the baby wouldn't make it, she still desperately wished. More tears slid steadily down her cheeks.

It was at this moment, that yes, the soldiers were retreating, but one of them wanted to get one more shot in. The shot rang out loud, nearly hurting Sara's sensitive ears. The bullet sliced right into Adam's back and into his chest. Where, Sara didn't know. It was either his lung or his heart. "NOOOO!" She screamed in pain and rage, despair riding it as well. Blood bloomed in the middle of his chest as he fell to the floor, his eyes already glazing over. He was dead. Blood already pooling below him. "Adam! Oh god no!" She screamed, dropping down to clutch him to her, her hand pushing so hard against his bloody chest. "Please NO!" She cried out, rocking over.

Sara reached desperately within herself, to draw up the last of her strength, the last of her healing ability, even though she needed it and pushed it into Adam. But nothing happened. "Adam! Stay with me please! Adam! ADAM!" She screamed.

"You killed him . . ." A voice sounded over the sounds and ravages of war.

Goosebumps covered her whole body as she shot up in the downy bed, her pale body covered in cold sweat, as she screamed out, "NO!" She was trembling all over, tears in her eyes, and her cheeks already wet with them. She looked down and saw her blades sticking out her fists, the dangerous death bringers. "Adam . . ." She whispered, her chest heaving from how hard she was breathing, more tears falling on her hot cheeks. A movement beside her drew those deadly blades up to strike whoever was there, but strong calloused hands caught her wrists before those blades could pierce anything. Fear stabbed her heart then, thinking it was Kimura back to torment her, to slap it in her face, to kill her over and over again, laughing when Sara came back from the dead crying with pain and despair.

"Sara!" A male voice yelled her heart that was pounding now starting to slow. Confusion and fear marred her face as the strength went out of her arms, no longer fighting him. "Sara . . ." He whispered her name, now trying to comfort her. She recognized his voice, his smell and her body sagged in relief against him.

"Eliot . . ." She breathed, her hot tears sliding faster yet on her cheeks. The metal withdrew back into her knuckles, right back into her bones where they rested, so only spots of blood remained. "Oh god!" She sobbed and clutched him tight. She hadn't had that nightmare in so long. The sight of so much blood, the sight of her hand on Adam's. Of watching him die all over again, rocked her to her core. Anguish consumed her; the grief of losing her son all over again so acute she felt actual pain in her heart. And knowing that she could never see Adam ever again . . . Only added to the pain. She didn't even know if he was even alive.

She curled up in his lap, her one hand on her lower stomach, the other at her heart clutching at the ring at the end of the necklace she wore. Sobs racked her so hard she could hardly breathe. She clutched him so hard with the hand that was at her belly, her hands were hurting. "It was all my fault!" She cried out, her pain clear in her voice. "My baby . . . Adam!" Her chest heaved as she practically wailed. "I couldn't do anything! I lost them!" Another fresh wave of anger and anguish swept over her. And all Eliot could do was hold her and let it pass. His hand moving up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

After what felt like forever, her tears slowed, her breathing ragged and her eyes all swollen and red. Her chest shuddered from how hard she had been crying. She pulled back, embarrassed at how she reacted to her dream. Hell, she was still fucking crying. She swiped her hand angrily at the still falling tears and tried to be strong. "I just have to accept that I'm not allowed to love. Simple as that." She breathed with a frown, wanting to cry all over again, but didn't.

"Sara . . ." He breathed her name. She knew she'd have to push him away, but couldn't do it just yet. She needed him right now. She didn't have the heart to shove him out of her life just yet. Just to protect him. God, she hated her life. It wasn't fair.

"Sara, look at me." He practically growled. She closed her eyes and steeled herself. She had to be strong. She looked over at him. His pale blues were locked on her much darker hues. Concern, worry and anger filled his gaze. "Don't say such things. Cause I'll prove you wrong . . ." He rumbled and pulled her in close, only to kiss her hard.

At first she didn't melt for him, for she tried to stay strong. But his smell, his very presence and warmth . . . Her mouth opened to his questing tongue and she was gone. A soft moan escaped her throat, Eliot breathing it in as he kissed her deeply. His hands ran into her hair, pulling gently to angle her head better, only to kiss her even more deeply, so she didn't know where she ended and he began.

He could taste her tears on her lips, a heady mix with the taste of her. He felt bad, but he knew she needed something. She needed to forget, and he was here. And he would help her anyway he could. He knew that now. He groaned softly as her hand dove into his shoulder length hair and tugged. She needed him.

Biting her lip, he pressed her down into the mattress, his body following hers so that he was pressed to her. His weight pressed down into her smaller frame that she moaned from it. Her worries, her terror and grief pushed away for now. His hands moved over her body, so soft and tender that Sara was already trembling and arching into him.

He pushed up slightly and still could see the gleam of tears on her temples and glistening in her sapphire hues. Her hair looked black in the moonlight that spilled through the window, and where it shined looked bluish silver. She looked like an angel. To him, his broken one. "You're beautiful." He said huskily.

She started to say something, to say he was wrong, but he stopped her before it escaped her lips. "Beautiful in and out. And if you insist on calling yourself a monster. Then you're a beautiful monster to me." And with that, he leaned down and kissed her.

And this wasn't like the past kisses they shared. No, this was something more. For the kiss was passionate, but it was tender, possessive, and loving. It was enough to bring more tears to Sara's eyes. His words, his touch, and kisses were beautiful to her. Her heart ached as he trailed kissed down her jaw, her neck and now to her breasts. Sara moaned softly as his lips took one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled and gently nipped, his hand massaging the other.

His touch, his caresses . . . It felt like he was memorizing her. Worshiping her as he slipped her clothes off. Maybe even loving her. Tears again sprung to her eyes. "Eliot . . ." She breathed as he moved even lower. A hard gasp tore from her throat as his mouth covered her weeping core. He had her squirming, moaning, clutching at the sheets in no time.

Sara screamed his name as he shoved her over the edge of sweet bliss. Her claws even shot out, a small spray of blood coating the sheets. But he didn't stop. Kept gently lapping and placing kisses on her thighs, caressing her hips and buttocks.

After another moment of her gasping for breath and trembling, Eliot focused on her again. This time, he planned on driving her wild. Using his fingers and mouth, it didn't take long for him to have her crying out and clutching at him. Her nails scoring into his back and shoulders.

Groaning, after another climax racked her, and her recovering practically on her side, did he stop and climb over her and settle next to her, his boxers already gone. He pulled her tight against him so that they were spooning. He held her like that as she regained her breath, his hand on her breast, feeling her heart beat.

"I care Sara." He breathed against her ear, nuzzling her neck, sending shivers running down her spine.

She mewed, shifting to look at him, her whole body trembling against his. She could feel his hardness pressing against her backside, but the way he looked at her . . . Said he'd wait forever for her. Heart beating hard, she breathed his name and watched him lean down, and so she met him halfway way for the kiss. She moaned softly, her hand coming up to cup his neck.

It felt like his breath was hers, that they were one. Their hearts pounding in rhythm as they reacted to the kiss.

Sara's hand glided down his hard stomach went further still only to grip his manhood to press it against her entrance. "Eliot please . . . I need you." She did. Even though he had pleased her over and over again, she ached for him. Felt empty.

Eliot didn't need to hear anymore. He slid inside her hot wet depths and groaned. When it came to that damnable barrier, he nuzzled her neck, then quickly bit the area where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped hard as pain and pleasure shot through her, at the bite and the sudden intrusion of him.

Breathing heavily, Sara adjusted to him quickly like before. Then Eliot began to move. "Oh!" She breathed, her mouth open as she locked eyes on him. His pale hues glimmered in the moonlight as he watched her. His bottom hand caressed up her neck, that it made her skin tingle and a fire in her veins. The other slid down her thigh, only to pull it up so he could slide even deeper.

Sara moaned as he moved within her. They breathed the same breath, their faces so close. Their bodies pressed hard against each other, her soft one to his hard one, that it felt like they were melting into each other's heat as they took their sweet time enjoying each other's bodies.

But their bodies could only last so long. The pleasure was over taking them. "Eliot!" She moaned out, clutching him, wanting and needing more. "Mmm . . . Please!" She softly begged.

He groaned, his hand tightening ever so slightly on her neck and even more so on her thigh. His thrusts became harder and faster that they had Sara sobbing in pleasure. But it was when that Eliot scraped his teeth against her neck that sent her off, screaming his name, and him following after her.

They both fell limp against each other, dozing in and out, as they held each other. But it was a little over an hour that Sara stirred and shifted. A tear even leaked from her eye and slid down her cheek. After another moment, her dark sapphire eyes opened grief evident there.

Sara's chest shuddered as she tried to contain her emotions in check. She looked over at Eliot which looked like he was deep in sleep. She slowly slid out of his embrace, and stiffened when his grip tightened. But his eyes never opened, so she waited a moment and then tried again til she was free. She then padded to the bathroom to do her business and clean up.

When Sara came back out she saw the guitar she forgot about earlier. A small smile graced her face, relief apparent. She slid on the first shirt she came across and pulled it on. It was Eliot's, it practically didn't end mid-thigh on her.

When she reached the guitar, she picked it up and sat down on the sofa and made herself comfortable. She tuned it quickly and quietly, thanks to her sensitive ears. Her fingers then started picking and plucking at the strings. She had no song in mind, but the sound of it was definitely sad.

Eventually it started into a song that wasn't hers. She even started to hum with it. Her grief seemed to fall away from her but into the strings of the guitar. It voiced her emotion well as she let it go. Her heart ached as she lost herself into the music.

Eyes closed, Sara began to sing.

Eliot had awoken when she had slipped out from his arms, but had let her go to see what she would do. He would have stopped her if she tried to leave, but was relieved she didn't. But was pleasantly surprised when she started to play his guitar.

He had watched her for a moment, listening intently, realizing she was lost in her music, so he sat up. No longer pretending to sleep.

She was absolutely stunning to him then. Not because he had made love to her not long ago, but because of her voice, her music. He even thought to himself, that she must have been a siren in her past life because she had him captivated.

Her song was hauntingly beautiful as he listened. Her hair somewhat disheveled / wavy from sleep, and his shirt way to

big on her, but the sight made him feel . . . Amazing. Possessive even. But also knowing she was bare underneath his shirt, made this even more enticing. But he didn't dare disturb her. Didn't want to disturb her cause it seemed like she needed it, and well he didn't want her to stop. It sounded amazing.

Instead, Eliot slowly got up and slipped in behind her to hold her close. She only tensed for a second, then relaxed once more but didn't stop. In fact, it seemed to make her stronger, her voice loud and proud as she sang.

"I look . . . At you all. And the love that was sleeping. While my guitar . . . Gently weeeeeeps . . ."

He could clearly feel the emotions in the song and run in through her. He felt for her, holding her, not sure what to do.

"Look . . . at you all. Still my guitar . . . Gently weeeeeeps." Her eyes tightened as the pain and music crescended as one , like a wave, crushing along the shore. "Ohhhhh . . . Ohhhhh . . . Ohhhhh . . ." She rocked back in forth, the grief and heartache moving through her. "Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Yeahhhh!" Tears slipped through her closed tight eyelids. Her fingers slowly stopped plucking the strings and sound of the guitar began to fade, along with her voice.

Sara pulled in a shaky breath and sagged into him, her heart a little lighter than before. He moved the guitar out of her lap and turned her head to look at him. They locked eyes, her heart incredibly vulnerable in that moment.

"Beautiful . . . You're simply . . . Amazing." He breathed, then took her lips in a soft tender kiss. His hands even moved over her body lovingly. "Don't ever want to stop touching you darlin'." He rumbled huskily, his mouth now moving over her jaw down to her throat.

Sara gasped, his mouth and hands playing over her body like she was an instrument. For it was humming and tingling for him. "Eliot . . ." She gasped, arching into him.

"I'm lovin' ya darlin'. . . Not gonna stop either." He growled softly against her flesh. And he did. Repeatedly throughout the night, so she couldn't forget.

'And I got a paint outside with enough giddyup
To be free.
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline.
See I'm a different kind of knight,
You're gonna find your fairy tales are all lies.
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride.'

Christian Kane's Different Kind of Knight