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Challenge: Matt Murdock has moved to LA and is hired by Angel to be a lawyer at Wolfram & Hart. When a string of murders begin to occur throughout LA, Angel and crew are on it, not knowing that Daredevil is on it too. But when Angel is almost killed, Matt learns that his past has caught up with him. The killer is none other than his former girlfriend, now professional assassin, Elektra Natchios. (don't know if that's how you spell her last name).

Requirements:
Elektra being behind all the murders.
Elektra being hired by Eve to take out Angel. She doesn't know he's a vampire, so she uses a sai and leaves quickly.
Eve specifically tells Elektra not to kill anyone but Angel.
Angel and Daredevil getting into a fight, each thinking the other was the bad guy.
Taking place at the beginning of season 5, with Spike as a ghost.

Justice is Blind

"Uh... you did all that just to punch her?" Gunn asked as he walked into the lounge area as Spike entered via the wall, indicating the bedroom where a small smoking pile of what Angel's nose sensed were herbs was visible in the middle of the floor.

"Not entirely," Wesley said, smiling slightly as he looked over at Angel and Matt, ignoring the unnervingly-twitching form of Elektra on the ground between them. "What I hit her with was cleansing psycho-kinetic chi energy, designed to temporarily force the Beast into submission; while she and the Beast are out of it, Matt and Angel can now take advantage of the temporary gap I created in her usual psychic defences to send themselves in-"

"Hold on; send ourselves in?" Angel repeated, looking incredulously at his friend. "Wes, we're not telepaths-!"

"The spell's negation of her mental barriers should cause the Beast to pull you in if you make physical contact with it; just focus on maintaining your own identities in the process and you should be able to reach Elektra without worrying about getting taken over by it," Wesley said, his tone relatively calm even if there was still a slight edge of anxiety about his stance. "The trick is to reach Elektra and reaffirm what's important to her; the Beast will be trying to make her focus on the personal failures that she would naturally want to retreat from, but you have to convince her to put those aside if you're going to get her out of there."

"And then... what?" Angel asked, an uncertain expression on his face as he studied his friend.

"I can't say," Wesley said grimly. "You'll know what seems right when you're there, but right now we have little time; the sooner you can make contact with Elektra, the better your chances are of getting her out of there intact."

"Back up the part about the Beast trying to pull them in?" Gunn asked, looking pointedly at Wesley. "Why would it be doing that?"

"Well..." Wesley said, looking slightly awkwardly at the vampire and the lawyer, "with Elektra weakened, the Beast will probably be trying to transfer into another host now that it's established that Elektra's skills aren't making it as effective as it could be, but without any rituals being performed it would require someone to make physical contact in the right place on its current body- in this case, the head- to give it the chance to try and 'jump ship'; you'd be prepared for the attack, so you should be able to fight it off, but I can't make any promises given the age and potential power of what we're up against..."

After a few solemn moments of contemplation as the five men took in what had just been said, the newest member of the group broke the silence.

"This is the only way to get her back?" Matt asked, looking grimly at the Watcher.

"From what I've found out about this creature, yes," Wesley replied.

"Then we'll do it," Matt said, glancing over at Angel.

"We're in," Angel said, smiling at the blind lawyer in agreement before he turned to face Wesley. "What do we do?"

"As I said, just touch Elektra's head and the Beast should do the rest; it's all rather straightforward, really," Wesley said, smiling briefly at his friends as they moved over to crouch down on either side of the warrior heiress. "Good luck."

With that, Angel and Matt placed their hands on either side of Elektra's face...

When Matt opened his eyes, it took him a few seconds to realise that he was looking at Angel; years of blindness hadn't totally robbed him of the memory of what colour looked like- he sometimes tried to imagine what some of them looked like just to make sure he still remembered, even if he acknowledged that he might be making a mistake-, but seeing a person's face in actual colour after so long just seeing them as 'images' in his mind...

Then he processed the fact that he was actually seeing something, and everything else essentially took a back seat.

"I... I can see..." he said, staring at his hands in front of his face- they were a lot more worn than he could have determined with his sonar senses; his time as Daredevil had really toughened his hands- before he looked over at Angel. "How...?"

"We're in Elektra's mind, Matt," Angel said, looking slightly awkwardly at Matt; he was evidently hoping that what he was about to say wouldn't disappoint the other man too much. "You're only blind physically, so, since you're not actually in your body right now..."

"Ah," Matt said, shaking his head grimly as he looked down at his current attire- he was wearing a leather outfit that he assumed was the same shade of red as his Daredevil costume underneath a suit jacket and trousers- before he looked back at Angel with a slight smile. "And this reflects my... mental perception of myself?"

"I've never seen you dress like that in real life, anyway," Angel said, before he turned around to study their surroundings, ignoring the implications of the fact that he was having to actively concentrate to stop himself assuming his vampire visage in their current environment; he was at least dressed in his usual black coat and trousers, so he didn't look as strange as Matt did. "Come on, we'd best get moving; we've got to find Elektra and get out of here before the Beast finishes what it's started."

Taking in his surroundings, Matt was only partly surprised to find that he was standing on what looked like a coloured version of the sonar views he'd always picked up of the New York city rooftops (He thought it might even be the area where he had 'seen' Elektra fighting Bullseye, but that wasn't important right now). After a moment's searching, his new eyes fell on a tall dark figure standing on a rooftop a few buildings over, holding a figure in one hand that looked vaguely female despite the distance between them.

"Is that...?" Matt asked, looking anxiously over at Angel.

"Most likely," Angel said, his eyes narrowing momentarily before he turned to look at Matt. "Look, the direct route is the best right now, but I have to know; can you keep up?"

"I've done this kind of thing in the real world for years; I can do it here when it's all mental," Matt said, nodding back at the vampire before he turned back to face the creature before them and began to run, Angel joining him a few seconds later. Whether Angel was holding back slightly or their current location simply meant that Matt could push himself further than usual, he found himself making leaps across alleys to the next buildings over that would have required far more effort if he had been doing this in the real world, to the point that they reached the roof with the large creature on top of it in only a few moments.

As Matt drew closer to the creature, he quickly realised that his initial assessment of the creature's physical condition wasn't entirely accurate, in that it was in simultaneously better and worse shape than what he'd initially assumed. The creature before them wasn't as large as it had seemed on first glance, probably reaching about six and a half feet if the horns weren't taken into account, but there was something about its overall physical appearance that gave an impression of deformity despite its size. Not only didn't the creature's right arm seem to be longer than the left one, but both arms were far longer and thinner than anyone would expect from a casual analysis of the creature's physical structure while retaining an impression of physical strength regardless.

"Oh my God..." Matt said, pausing a rooftop away from their target as he stared at the massive creature in front of them, its skin nearly pitch-black with red claws and horns as it put down the figure it had been holding and glared at them. "What is that?"

"Right now, I'm guessing it's the Beast that Wes mentioned had taken control of Elektra," Angel said, clenching his fists as he looked resolutely at their current opponent. "I'll keep it occupied; you see if you can get to Elektra and help her out of this mess."

Matt didn't bother arguing with Angel; even without the fact that he wanted to talk with Elektra right now, it was obvious that Angel was the best candidate for taking on something that big. After a final nod of resolution had been exchanged between the two, they leapt over the last gap, Angel quickly hurrying over to punch the Beast while Matt dashed towards the fallen form lying at its feet, barely even needing to translate his sonar impressions into a real-world perspective as he looked at her.

He might never have seen Elektra like this before, but he'd know this woman anywhere.

"Elektra," he said, hoping he didn't sound as flustered as he felt- of all the things that he'd experienced since coming to Wolfram & Hart, the restoration of his vision was nothing compared to the realisation that he was standing next to the real Elektra at long last-, "you have to wake up; it's me-"

His plea was cut short when Elektra suddenly raised her head and grabbed him by the throat, hauling herself to her feet as she rammed him against the nearest wall.

"What the Hell are you trying to pull?" she asked, glaring at him. "Do you think that I'll let you in-?"

As much as Matt hated to do this, he launched a quick punch at Elektra's face, forcing her to relinquish her grip as she staggered back long enough for him to assume a more combat-ready stance before she could try that again.

"OK," he said, looking resolutely at her, "I get that you've been through a lot lately, but this is not helping; I'm trying to save you, not hurt you."

"You're just another deception-!" Elektra began (Matt didn't bother to question why she didn't seem to know what was really happening here; there was probably some whole thing about Elektra not having any memory of her actions while the Beast was in control or something like that, but he'd worry about the specifics later).

"No, I'm not," Matt said, shaking his head as he looked resolutely at the woman he loved, ignoring the sounds of stone shattering as something- most likely Angel, given his smaller size- was thrown into whatever had just been broken; he had to trust that his strange new friend could handle whatever the Beast had to throw at him while he focused on his current task. "I know this is hard to believe, but I'm real, Elektra; I've made some... interesting... friends since we last met, and they were able to give me a chance to come in here and help you-"

"Help me what?" Elektra asked, looking in frustration at him; whether she believed that he was real or not was something Matt would worry about if it came up again. "My father died, I nearly got myself killed-!"

"You don't have to keep focusing on that," Matt said, hoping that he was choosing the right argument; he was good at defending his position in legal confrontations, but just comforting people was something else wasn't something he'd had much practise with in either of his identities. "You achieved your vengeance, Elektra-"

"I almost killed you-!" Elektra began desperately.

"But you didn't," Matt said, his tone firm as he stared at her, relishing these brief moments when he could see her as others did even if it wasn't technically real. "I'm alive, Elektra, and Bullseye and the Kingpin have been dealt with-"

"You could have died because of me-!" Elektra said, although Matt was relieved to note that she seemed to be less certain of what she was saying now; maybe he was starting to get through to her at last.

"But I didn't," Matt said, shifting his tone from firm to reassuring as he placed his hands on her shoulders; he didn't care if it was just because this was all taking place in their minds or not, but the feel of Elektra's skin under his fingers was just as good as he remembered it being. "You're not a killer, Elektra-"

"I'm as good as," Elektra said, her initial strength of will forgotten as she slumped to the ground in front of Matt, the sounds of battle still waging behind them even as he tried to focus on the woman he loved. "I let my anger control me, and it resulted in nothing but misery; you nearly died, I nearly died, and-"

"No," Matt said, tightening his grip on Elektra's arm as he stared at her. "You made some bad decisions, but we all fall victim to our worst qualities at some point or another; Hell, I used to kill people as Daredevil before I realised that I was just pushing myself to a point where I'd lost anything separating me from the other guy..."

He paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to say this, before he finally decided to just go with the cliché option and say what was in his heart. "You made a few mistakes, but that doesn't mean that you deserve this; you have the strength to pick yourself up and learn from your mistakes... and I'll be there to help you do that."

"R... really?" Eektra asked, looking weakly up at him after a moment's silence, her expression showing a surprising vulnerability that he'd never seen from her even at her father's funeral. "You... you still... want me?"

"Always," Matt said, smiling at her for a moment, before the sound of another crash behind him prompted him to turn around, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of a bruised and battered Angel lying on the ground.

"Ouch..." Angel muttered, glancing over at the couple alongside him. "Tough guy... how's things... here?"

"We're-" Matt began, before something grabbed him by the throat and hauled him upwards, leaving him facing the red-eyed, sharp-toothed, smirking form of the Beast.

"Ah... Matt Murdock..." the Beast said, licking its lips with a forked tongue as it glared at him. "So nice to see you in person..."

"Get... out..." Matt growled, staring defiantly back at the Beast.

"I don't think so..." the creature said, smirking as it contemplatively studied him. "Miss Natchios had potential in terms of training, but you... the man who defeated her killer..."

"No," a firm voice said, Matt's gaze shifting from the creature holding him by the throat to the sight of Elektra standing resolutely in front of them, Angel looking dazedly up at them as he worked to regain his focus. "You will not take him as a host."

"You cannot take control from me-" the Beast said.

"It's my body, so I believe that I can do what I want with it," Elektra said resolutely, Matt allowing himself a slight smile as he saw Angel getting back to his feet, wincing slightly but already looking healthier than he had been earlier. "And right now, what I want is for you to go back to wherever the hell you came from- preferably back to Hell itself, I might add-, and let Matt and his friend get safely out of here."

"You think it's as simple as telling me to leave, Miss Natchios?" the Beast asked, smirking at the woman. "I am the darkness in your hearts-"

"And I'm not interested in brooding about that whole mess any more," Elektra countered, her gaze resolute as she stared the Beast down. "Matt was right; just because I made a few bad calls doesn't mean I have to define myself by them. I am not my mistakes, and I am not going to let you continue to torment me for them!"

"You cannot-!" the Beast began.

"Y'know what?" Angel said, glaring in frustration at the Beast, walking grimly over to stare at the demon. "I have had it up to here with people tormenting my friends about stuff by attacking them in their heads!"

With that, his face shifted into a new appearance that Matt guessed was his 'feeding face'- the fangs in his mouth were a definite clue- and punched the creature in the face, the Beast releasing its grip on Matt as it was sent staggering backwards. Before Matt or the Beast could prepare for another attack, Elektra had drawn one of her daggers and thrown it at the Beast's neck, impaling it straight through the neck and out the back. The Beast let out a strangled roar of rage, reaching up to remove the dagger as it glared at its adversaries, only for Angel to charge towards the Beast, yanking the dagger out with one hand as he used the other to deliver a powerful shove to the Beast's chest. As the Beast lost its balance once again, Angel followed the shove up with a powerful kick that sent the Beast falling over the edge of the roof, roaring in rage before the sound of a sudden thud indicated that it had struck the ground.

"Uh... would that... kill it?" Matt asked, looking uncertainly at Angel after a moment's pause. "I mean, if we're in Elektra's mind..."

"She wanted it dead, we wanted it dead, and it just experienced something that would kill most things in the real world," Angel said, looking resolutely at Matt. "Trust me; the Beast is essentially dead, which means in this case that it's been banished from Elektra's mind."

"So... I'm free?" Elektra asked, looking uncertainly at Angel, her earlier strength having apparently vanished as quickly as it had arrived, leaving her to stare weakly at the two men before her.

"You're free, Elektra," Angel confirmed, smiling reassuringly at her. "Whatever made you the host for the Beast originally, it's not in you any more."

Before Matt or Elektra could say anything to that statement, Angel stepped back from them and raised his face to the sky, smiling slightly as the darkness above them vanished to be replaced by light.

"We're out of here," he said.

Matt didn't even have time to ask before he had a sudden sensation that everything around him was falling away while he was simultaneously pulled upwards...

As he found himself faced with blackness once again as he 'woke up', Matt momentarily felt a sudden sadness at this rapid return to his blindness- no matter how much he had learned to adapt to his life without vision, there would always be a part of him that longed for the old days when he was able to get around without requiring him to pay so much attention to everything he was picking up-, but then he 'sensed' Elektra sitting up alongside him, and he instantly had more urgent matters to focus on.

"Elektra?" he said, the presence of others in the room forgotten as he reached out to touch her again, fighting the urge to sob with relief as he felt her skin underneath his fingers again, her heartbeat calmer and more controlled as opposed to the hatred and shock that had been present during their last moments of contact.

"Hey," she replied, the skin under his fingers shifting slightly in a manner that he was fairly sure would have been a smile if he could see it. "I'm... I'm back."

Then she broke down in his arms, her own arms wrapping around him as she cried, leaving Matt to be peripherally aware of Angel, Wesley, and Gunn (Probably Spike as well, but given the trouble that man caused his senses he couldn't be sure) leaving the room to give him and Elektra some much-needed privacy.

However, long Elektra's current reaction lasted, Matt already knew that he wanted to be alone with her until she had calmed down.

And after that...