TITLE: Reflections
AUTHOR: EdenAdvance
DISCLAIMER: Although I have no idea who owns Witchblade and its characters, I do know that it ain't me. There's no money here, people.
SUMMARY: The reflections of a few characters on the events happened in the pilot.
NOTES: This is my first time here, so please be nice and tell me what you thought about my first try. Tell me if I should write more Witchblade fic.
FEEDBACK: I'd appreciate the effort to tell me your thoughts about this short piece.
"Had any dreams lately?"
My breath caught in my throat at this question. Had she known?
Had she known about my dreams featuring the various Wielders of the Blade?
Shaking my head, I dismiss the question. No one knows about the dreams, not even my master Irons knew about them.
Looking up, I see that she has moved away from the window, carrying on with her business. I wonder if she had known I was standing here in the snow, looking up at her as she talked to me, asking the question.
"Had any dreams lately?"
I had asked her the same question a day before, before Gallo had tried to kill her like he had killed her father. Before she had spilled her own blood for the Witchblade, like I had said she would. I remember the fight with Gallo clearly, remembering the satisfaction after seeing the Blade coming to her as she wished it. She was the true Wielder.
I smile as I turn to walk away, knowing she would be safe today. I would return later to watch over her as my master wished it.
Hours later, when the day had almost passed, I followed Sara from the shadows to her home. I had been there before, when she'd been at work. I had searched for a way in through the large window near the fire escape. Finding one, I walked through the apartment, picking up various pictures of her father and her deceased partner, Danny; glancing at them before setting them down again and resuming my tour through Sara's apartment.
Now, as she entered the building, I took up my position on the roof of the building across the street from her building. After a few minutes, her form appeared in the window. Sliding the same window I had taken hours earlier open, she sat down in the windowsill and looked outside. Although I couldn't see the expression on her face from where I was standing, I did know she was troubled, the events of the last few days, including the discovery of the Witchblade, catching up with her.
Suddenly, she gets up and moves back inside, closing the window behind her. Once she moves from my view, I leave my spot and move downstairs to the street below. Making sure no one sees me, I make my way to the fire escape she had vacated only a few minutes ago. From there, I can see her moving around, eventually falling down on her bed.
When I'm sure she's asleep, I silently open the window and slid inside. Staying near the window, I watch her sleep. Just when I'm about to move closer, she wakes and for a moment, she looks into my direction. Holding my breath, I'm relieved when she looks away and searches for something under her pillow. When she looks up again, I'm back outside, moving back to my old spot on the opposite building.