Disclaimer. The Characters of Ian and Sara are not mine. They belong to the Creators and Owners of the Witchblade and her children.
This is a story from my imagination and may or maynot follow any of the storylines of the Television or Comics Series of the same name.
Part Seven
Sara walked for what seemed to her, hours, but glancing at her watch told her she had only been moving aimlessly for twenty minutes. Her mind rambled from one thought to another, always leading to questions with no answers.
Just as she was about to give up and go home, a dark figure moved just out of her sight range. She slowed to almost a stop and stepped behind some trees, hoping to conceal herself. The figure was Ian Nottingham. His movements were slow and very careful. At times as he moved, he was almost hesitant. Finally he sat on the top of a concrete picnic table, legs drawn under his body and his spine straight. Once he was comfortable, he took several deep breaths and closed his dark eyes. Suddenly Ian looked more like a statue than a man.
From across the playground, Sara noticed a group of children suddenly converging toward the warrior, who now seemed to be sleeping. Sara moved nearer also but remained out of sight. She watched in amazement.
Each child seemed to have a particular spot to sit. Sara was astonished at how orderly they moved and interacted with each other. None of them tried to push their way to the front or argue over who was going to sit where as she had often seen children of this age do. As they continued to get settled, Sara found herself looking around and viewed several groups of women sitting on various park benches. They were all probably the children's mothers or nanny's and they were all perfectly comfortable, allowing the small ones to go to the man in black.
"Is everyone here?" Ian's soft voice startled Sara.
"Billy's sick." A small girl spoke softly. "He's got the measles." She giggled. "Got spots all over him."
"Tina." Ian opened his eyes and looked straight at the child. "It isn't nice to laugh at another's misfortune. Haven't we spoken about that?"
"Yes Sir." The little girl with red hair frowned.
"What do you suppose we should do to make amends, Tina." His waited as the girl scrunched her tiny face in thought. "Well?" He was very patient.
"I could go play with him, I guess."
"Yes. You could go play with him. He would probably like that, but then you might get sick too?" He urged the child to think and lifted his brows as a spark came to her eyes.
"I know! I'll make him a get well card and send it too him. Then I will call him every day till he gets better." Ian smiled broadly.
"Very good Tina." He looked across the sea of anxious faces. "I think it would be nice for everyone to send Billy good wishes while he is sick." There were many nods. 'Remember, it is very lonely when you are sick or hurt and no one lets you know they are thinking about you." Everyone was quiet as Ian spoke and Sara's heart sank as her mind returned to what she had witnessed the night before. "All right." Ian's voice and demeanor lightened. "Who wants a story." Hands shot into the air.
"Tell a Lilly story." Several voices chimed together loudly.
"Yes Ian, tell a Lilly story." Sara whispered then inhaled softly as Ian's gaze drifted toward her hiding place. She didn't let herself breath again until he looked back at the children.
"A Lilly story?" Ian mused and teased the children. "Why do you want to hear another Lilly story?"
"She beautiful!" Came a reply and was quickly followed by other voices. "She's brave!" "She's really, really smart." Sara could almost hear a chuckle from Ian.
"She's like Glenda the Good Witch." A very small voice came from the back of the group.
"Lucy?" Ian motioned with a gloved finger. "It's your turn to sit up here."
"Really?" She stood and walked to the table with wide blue eyes. "I can really sit next to you?"
"Really." Ian looked gentler than Sara had ever witnessed. "Need some help?"
"Yes please." Lucy smiled and lifted her small but chubby arms out to Ian. Without hesitation, Ian reached down and lifted the small body and carefully sat her next to him. Sara cringed as a look of pain filled his eyes for only a second. None of the children seemed to notice. "Thank you." Lucy smiled brightly as Ian stroked her golden curls and regained his composure for the children.
"Well, lets see. It seems like everyone wants a Lilly story, so that is what I will tell." He again gazed to where Sara stood but made no showing that he had seen her. "Is everyone comfortable?"
"Yes Sir." Came replies and heads nodded.
"All right. I want everyone to close their eyes, and imagine you can see the story I am about to tell you, with your minds eye." Ian waited for each child to shut their eyes. The he once again glanced Sara's way, and nodded. Sara followed suit and closed her own eyes.
"Now we begin." He took a deep breath. "How do we begin our story?" He asked.
"ONCE UPON A TIME!" All the children shouted at once.
"Once upon a time." Sara repeated in a whisper as she anxiously waited for the tale to begin.
This is a story from my imagination and may or maynot follow any of the storylines of the Television or Comics Series of the same name.
Part Seven
Sara walked for what seemed to her, hours, but glancing at her watch told her she had only been moving aimlessly for twenty minutes. Her mind rambled from one thought to another, always leading to questions with no answers.
Just as she was about to give up and go home, a dark figure moved just out of her sight range. She slowed to almost a stop and stepped behind some trees, hoping to conceal herself. The figure was Ian Nottingham. His movements were slow and very careful. At times as he moved, he was almost hesitant. Finally he sat on the top of a concrete picnic table, legs drawn under his body and his spine straight. Once he was comfortable, he took several deep breaths and closed his dark eyes. Suddenly Ian looked more like a statue than a man.
From across the playground, Sara noticed a group of children suddenly converging toward the warrior, who now seemed to be sleeping. Sara moved nearer also but remained out of sight. She watched in amazement.
Each child seemed to have a particular spot to sit. Sara was astonished at how orderly they moved and interacted with each other. None of them tried to push their way to the front or argue over who was going to sit where as she had often seen children of this age do. As they continued to get settled, Sara found herself looking around and viewed several groups of women sitting on various park benches. They were all probably the children's mothers or nanny's and they were all perfectly comfortable, allowing the small ones to go to the man in black.
"Is everyone here?" Ian's soft voice startled Sara.
"Billy's sick." A small girl spoke softly. "He's got the measles." She giggled. "Got spots all over him."
"Tina." Ian opened his eyes and looked straight at the child. "It isn't nice to laugh at another's misfortune. Haven't we spoken about that?"
"Yes Sir." The little girl with red hair frowned.
"What do you suppose we should do to make amends, Tina." His waited as the girl scrunched her tiny face in thought. "Well?" He was very patient.
"I could go play with him, I guess."
"Yes. You could go play with him. He would probably like that, but then you might get sick too?" He urged the child to think and lifted his brows as a spark came to her eyes.
"I know! I'll make him a get well card and send it too him. Then I will call him every day till he gets better." Ian smiled broadly.
"Very good Tina." He looked across the sea of anxious faces. "I think it would be nice for everyone to send Billy good wishes while he is sick." There were many nods. 'Remember, it is very lonely when you are sick or hurt and no one lets you know they are thinking about you." Everyone was quiet as Ian spoke and Sara's heart sank as her mind returned to what she had witnessed the night before. "All right." Ian's voice and demeanor lightened. "Who wants a story." Hands shot into the air.
"Tell a Lilly story." Several voices chimed together loudly.
"Yes Ian, tell a Lilly story." Sara whispered then inhaled softly as Ian's gaze drifted toward her hiding place. She didn't let herself breath again until he looked back at the children.
"A Lilly story?" Ian mused and teased the children. "Why do you want to hear another Lilly story?"
"She beautiful!" Came a reply and was quickly followed by other voices. "She's brave!" "She's really, really smart." Sara could almost hear a chuckle from Ian.
"She's like Glenda the Good Witch." A very small voice came from the back of the group.
"Lucy?" Ian motioned with a gloved finger. "It's your turn to sit up here."
"Really?" She stood and walked to the table with wide blue eyes. "I can really sit next to you?"
"Really." Ian looked gentler than Sara had ever witnessed. "Need some help?"
"Yes please." Lucy smiled and lifted her small but chubby arms out to Ian. Without hesitation, Ian reached down and lifted the small body and carefully sat her next to him. Sara cringed as a look of pain filled his eyes for only a second. None of the children seemed to notice. "Thank you." Lucy smiled brightly as Ian stroked her golden curls and regained his composure for the children.
"Well, lets see. It seems like everyone wants a Lilly story, so that is what I will tell." He again gazed to where Sara stood but made no showing that he had seen her. "Is everyone comfortable?"
"Yes Sir." Came replies and heads nodded.
"All right. I want everyone to close their eyes, and imagine you can see the story I am about to tell you, with your minds eye." Ian waited for each child to shut their eyes. The he once again glanced Sara's way, and nodded. Sara followed suit and closed her own eyes.
"Now we begin." He took a deep breath. "How do we begin our story?" He asked.
"ONCE UPON A TIME!" All the children shouted at once.
"Once upon a time." Sara repeated in a whisper as she anxiously waited for the tale to begin.