Title: Timeslips
Rating: G--Safe for all ages
Spoiler: After Episode 11-Season 1 Fanale
Disclaimer:
I do not claim the characters in this story, they are the sole property of those who own Witchblade, the series and comix.
TimeSlips
"If you see me again... run" Ian looked into Sara's face for the last time as he felt the final bullet strike his back. Then there was Darkness and total Silence.
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Street sounds. Cars rushing by, people talking and laughing. The chill in the air and the cool armor on his skin. Ian was suddenly filled with all these sensations as he watched Sara and her partner talking in the car. His brain searched for the source of the confusion he felt suddenly. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he watched the car slowly pull away from the curb and drive away. Looking at his reflection in a window, he saw his normal mode of dress, black. Shaking his head, Ian tried to dislodge the webs of lethargy that threatened to overcome him. Something was amiss and he had to get back to Irons. He turned and on watery legs began his trek back to the Man who usually held all the answers.
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"Back so soon Ian?" Irons faced the fireplace, on hand draped seductively over the mantel. "Where is Sara?"
"Safe, with her partner." Ian stumbled over his words.
"You are troubled." Irons took a deep breath and turned toward the dark man. "I understand."
"What is it, what has happened?" Ian took a chance and looked at Irons questioningly. "I don't understand."
"What are you feeling Ian." Irons walked to his favorite chair and sat, staring at the younger man.
"What do I feel?" Ian repeated as Irons nodded. "Shaken. Confused." Ian searched for words. "Something has slipped. Something is not as it should be."
"You are correct Nottingham." Irons leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Sara's need for revenge should have sent her into the theatre. She should have confronted Gallo and his men as you had planned and be tested." Ian paused and waited but when Irons said nothing continued. "Mr. Irons, could it be..." His words trailed off.
"Could it be what Nottingham?" Irons eyes suddenly snapped open. "Finish your thought"
"Could the Witchblade have done something we were not aware of?" Ian suddenly lowered his gaze.
"I would imagine the Witchblade would and could do anything it wanted too." Irons eyes narrowed as thoughts invaded his mind. "We will have to keep a much closer eye on Sara until we discover what has happened." Ian nodded. "Go!" Irons watched as Ian left the room quickly. Slowly he stood and walked to a curtained wall. Pushing a button, the fabric separated, revealing what at first glance would have looked like a mannequin, elaborately posed and dressed. He looked first lovingly and then suspiciously at the figure. "What have you done Elizabeth my love? What have you done?"
Rating: G--Safe for all ages
Spoiler: After Episode 11-Season 1 Fanale
Disclaimer:
I do not claim the characters in this story, they are the sole property of those who own Witchblade, the series and comix.
TimeSlips
"If you see me again... run" Ian looked into Sara's face for the last time as he felt the final bullet strike his back. Then there was Darkness and total Silence.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Street sounds. Cars rushing by, people talking and laughing. The chill in the air and the cool armor on his skin. Ian was suddenly filled with all these sensations as he watched Sara and her partner talking in the car. His brain searched for the source of the confusion he felt suddenly. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he watched the car slowly pull away from the curb and drive away. Looking at his reflection in a window, he saw his normal mode of dress, black. Shaking his head, Ian tried to dislodge the webs of lethargy that threatened to overcome him. Something was amiss and he had to get back to Irons. He turned and on watery legs began his trek back to the Man who usually held all the answers.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Back so soon Ian?" Irons faced the fireplace, on hand draped seductively over the mantel. "Where is Sara?"
"Safe, with her partner." Ian stumbled over his words.
"You are troubled." Irons took a deep breath and turned toward the dark man. "I understand."
"What is it, what has happened?" Ian took a chance and looked at Irons questioningly. "I don't understand."
"What are you feeling Ian." Irons walked to his favorite chair and sat, staring at the younger man.
"What do I feel?" Ian repeated as Irons nodded. "Shaken. Confused." Ian searched for words. "Something has slipped. Something is not as it should be."
"You are correct Nottingham." Irons leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Sara's need for revenge should have sent her into the theatre. She should have confronted Gallo and his men as you had planned and be tested." Ian paused and waited but when Irons said nothing continued. "Mr. Irons, could it be..." His words trailed off.
"Could it be what Nottingham?" Irons eyes suddenly snapped open. "Finish your thought"
"Could the Witchblade have done something we were not aware of?" Ian suddenly lowered his gaze.
"I would imagine the Witchblade would and could do anything it wanted too." Irons eyes narrowed as thoughts invaded his mind. "We will have to keep a much closer eye on Sara until we discover what has happened." Ian nodded. "Go!" Irons watched as Ian left the room quickly. Slowly he stood and walked to a curtained wall. Pushing a button, the fabric separated, revealing what at first glance would have looked like a mannequin, elaborately posed and dressed. He looked first lovingly and then suspiciously at the figure. "What have you done Elizabeth my love? What have you done?"