Disclaimer: As before I do not claim ownership of these Characters, save but Lilly who is my own creation.
Again, this may or may not run along the storyline of the television Series or Comic Books by the same name. The situations are strictly of my own imagination.
PART TWO
Lilly, Sara soon learned was another of Irons' hired help. Ian directed her to an upper floor where apparently the woman lived. With care not to hurt the man more than necessary, Sara leaned Ian against the wall and began pounding on the door.
"Lilly? You in there?" Sara yelled as she continued to pound. "Hey! Lilly!" Suddenly the door swung open and Sara faced a smallish woman with Grey eyes and waist length black hair. "You Lilly?"
"Who in blazes wants to know." She glared at Sara until the wounded man peeked around the doorframe. "IAN!"
"Hey Lilly. I think I have a slight problem." He stared to fall but with Sara and Lilly's help he struggled into the apartment.
"Lady of Light" Lilly sighed deeply, "What happened this time?" Ignoring Sara's questioning look she motioned to a chair in front of a lit fireplace. "Help me get him sat down, will you?"
"My gloves Lilly. I left them downstairs." Ian moaned as they sat him gently down, careful not to let his back touch anything.
"I have an extra pair in the bathroom. Second drawer on the right." She instructed Sara.
"Check his hands will you? I think I cut them." Sara looked helpless at the blood welling in the man's hands then turned and headed for the bathroom.
"Let me look at them Ian." Lilly knelt in front of him. He tried to pull his hands away from her. "Ian, I've seen them before. I was there when it happened, remember? It doesn't bother me, now let me look." Slowly he extended them and she gently took them in her own. "Not too bad but I want to dress them before you put those gloves back on." He was about to protest. "Ian, don't make me mad young man. It won't take but just a second." She reached across his body and rummaged through a table drawer next to the chair. She pulled out a dark blue bottle and some gauze. "Never know when my Ian is going to come visiting."
"Here." Sara came back in and gave the gloves to Lily as she was wrapping Ian's hands. "Did I hurt him bad?" She looked over the woman with concern.
"No, it's not deep." Lilly looked up at Ian and smiled. "Is this the Princess?"
"Lilly, this is The Lady Sara." Ian tried to smile. "She is the true Wielder." Absently Sara touched the bracelet as Lilly looked at her.
"So she is." The older woman stood and moved behind the chair. Carefully she touched Ian's head to have him bend over more. "Let me take a look at your back." Sara saw the hurt and hate in Lilly's eyes as she looked at the mangled flesh. "He really went too far this time Ian." She fought tears of anger. "Sara, behind you there is a small silver handled knife, would you fetch it for me.?" She waited with one hand outstretched for Sara to do as was requested. "Ian, be still, I have to cut what is left of this shirt off you." Ian only nodded as Lilly began to methodically remove the strips of cloth from the bloodied and bruised back. She worked slowly and carefully and try as he might, Ian still jerked away as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. "This isn't going to work this way."
"I am sorry Lilly." Ian whispered through muffled tears. "I am trying to stay still."
"Ian my love, it isn't you." She moved away from the man and left the room.
"Ian?" Sara moved in front of him and crouched so that she could look into his face. "He did this because of me, didn't he." Ian only looked away and closed his eyes tightly. "You don't have to say anything, I can tell." Slowly she reached out and brushed some stray hairs off his face. "Why?"
'For my sake Sara, let it just be." He moved his face into her hand, savoring the feel of her skin next to his.
"I don't know that I can." She sounded sad.
"Ian." Lilly walked back in holding a small glass. She pretended not to see Sara snatch her hand away. "Ian, I want you to drink this." She handed him the glass and waited until he drank all the contents, grimacing at the bitterness. "Now, can you make it into the other room and lay on the table?" He nodded and slowly stood. On weak legs he stumbled out of the women's sight. Sara started after him but was stopped by Lilly's strong hands. 'Let him do this on his own."
"But…" Sara started to protest.
"But nothing." Lilly pointed to one of the large chairs. "Sit down and let's give him some time to regain some of his dignity and lay down." She waited for Sara to follow instructions than sat across from her. There was an uncomfortable silence as Sara kept looking at the door where Ian had disappeared. "He will be just fine Lady Sara." The phrase made Sara sharply look at Lilly.
"Why does he keep calling me that? Why are you calling me that?"
"Because you are the rightful wearer of the Witchblade." Lilly spoke as though Sara should already know the answer. "Not everyone can were the Blade and remain sane. You see what is has done to Irons." Lilly shook her head sadly. "Ian was lucky to even survive."
"You mean Ian wore?" Sara looked down at the bracelet. Lilly only nodded. "But, I thought only women could…"
"Sara, just be patient. All will be revealed as you are ready." Lilly reached across and patted Sara's hand softly.
Just as Lilly was about to stand there was a loud banging on the door. Both women were startled.
"LILLY! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!" It was Kenneth Irons voice. "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"
"You stay right there Sara. I will handle this." She stood gracefully and walked to the door. Sara remained seated but put her hand on the butt of her gun. Lilly turned and smiled just as she reached out to the door handle. "Thank you Sara, but that will not be necessary. We are on my sacred grounds." She turned the handle and opened the door. Kenneth Irons stood red faced and livid. "Kenneth, how nice to see you."
"Where is Nottingham!"
Again, this may or may not run along the storyline of the television Series or Comic Books by the same name. The situations are strictly of my own imagination.
PART TWO
Lilly, Sara soon learned was another of Irons' hired help. Ian directed her to an upper floor where apparently the woman lived. With care not to hurt the man more than necessary, Sara leaned Ian against the wall and began pounding on the door.
"Lilly? You in there?" Sara yelled as she continued to pound. "Hey! Lilly!" Suddenly the door swung open and Sara faced a smallish woman with Grey eyes and waist length black hair. "You Lilly?"
"Who in blazes wants to know." She glared at Sara until the wounded man peeked around the doorframe. "IAN!"
"Hey Lilly. I think I have a slight problem." He stared to fall but with Sara and Lilly's help he struggled into the apartment.
"Lady of Light" Lilly sighed deeply, "What happened this time?" Ignoring Sara's questioning look she motioned to a chair in front of a lit fireplace. "Help me get him sat down, will you?"
"My gloves Lilly. I left them downstairs." Ian moaned as they sat him gently down, careful not to let his back touch anything.
"I have an extra pair in the bathroom. Second drawer on the right." She instructed Sara.
"Check his hands will you? I think I cut them." Sara looked helpless at the blood welling in the man's hands then turned and headed for the bathroom.
"Let me look at them Ian." Lilly knelt in front of him. He tried to pull his hands away from her. "Ian, I've seen them before. I was there when it happened, remember? It doesn't bother me, now let me look." Slowly he extended them and she gently took them in her own. "Not too bad but I want to dress them before you put those gloves back on." He was about to protest. "Ian, don't make me mad young man. It won't take but just a second." She reached across his body and rummaged through a table drawer next to the chair. She pulled out a dark blue bottle and some gauze. "Never know when my Ian is going to come visiting."
"Here." Sara came back in and gave the gloves to Lily as she was wrapping Ian's hands. "Did I hurt him bad?" She looked over the woman with concern.
"No, it's not deep." Lilly looked up at Ian and smiled. "Is this the Princess?"
"Lilly, this is The Lady Sara." Ian tried to smile. "She is the true Wielder." Absently Sara touched the bracelet as Lilly looked at her.
"So she is." The older woman stood and moved behind the chair. Carefully she touched Ian's head to have him bend over more. "Let me take a look at your back." Sara saw the hurt and hate in Lilly's eyes as she looked at the mangled flesh. "He really went too far this time Ian." She fought tears of anger. "Sara, behind you there is a small silver handled knife, would you fetch it for me.?" She waited with one hand outstretched for Sara to do as was requested. "Ian, be still, I have to cut what is left of this shirt off you." Ian only nodded as Lilly began to methodically remove the strips of cloth from the bloodied and bruised back. She worked slowly and carefully and try as he might, Ian still jerked away as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. "This isn't going to work this way."
"I am sorry Lilly." Ian whispered through muffled tears. "I am trying to stay still."
"Ian my love, it isn't you." She moved away from the man and left the room.
"Ian?" Sara moved in front of him and crouched so that she could look into his face. "He did this because of me, didn't he." Ian only looked away and closed his eyes tightly. "You don't have to say anything, I can tell." Slowly she reached out and brushed some stray hairs off his face. "Why?"
'For my sake Sara, let it just be." He moved his face into her hand, savoring the feel of her skin next to his.
"I don't know that I can." She sounded sad.
"Ian." Lilly walked back in holding a small glass. She pretended not to see Sara snatch her hand away. "Ian, I want you to drink this." She handed him the glass and waited until he drank all the contents, grimacing at the bitterness. "Now, can you make it into the other room and lay on the table?" He nodded and slowly stood. On weak legs he stumbled out of the women's sight. Sara started after him but was stopped by Lilly's strong hands. 'Let him do this on his own."
"But…" Sara started to protest.
"But nothing." Lilly pointed to one of the large chairs. "Sit down and let's give him some time to regain some of his dignity and lay down." She waited for Sara to follow instructions than sat across from her. There was an uncomfortable silence as Sara kept looking at the door where Ian had disappeared. "He will be just fine Lady Sara." The phrase made Sara sharply look at Lilly.
"Why does he keep calling me that? Why are you calling me that?"
"Because you are the rightful wearer of the Witchblade." Lilly spoke as though Sara should already know the answer. "Not everyone can were the Blade and remain sane. You see what is has done to Irons." Lilly shook her head sadly. "Ian was lucky to even survive."
"You mean Ian wore?" Sara looked down at the bracelet. Lilly only nodded. "But, I thought only women could…"
"Sara, just be patient. All will be revealed as you are ready." Lilly reached across and patted Sara's hand softly.
Just as Lilly was about to stand there was a loud banging on the door. Both women were startled.
"LILLY! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!" It was Kenneth Irons voice. "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"
"You stay right there Sara. I will handle this." She stood gracefully and walked to the door. Sara remained seated but put her hand on the butt of her gun. Lilly turned and smiled just as she reached out to the door handle. "Thank you Sara, but that will not be necessary. We are on my sacred grounds." She turned the handle and opened the door. Kenneth Irons stood red faced and livid. "Kenneth, how nice to see you."
"Where is Nottingham!"