Searching through the stars
Calypso
Sequel to Les Yuexs de le chat
Pairing: None involving the Original characters
Disclaimer: Witchblade and its characters are the property of TNT and it's affiliates. (I think) Well, whomever they belong to, they do not belong to me; I claim no ownership of anyone save Callie, Luka, and P.J.A. Tech.
Rating: PG
Summary: Irons paints illusions as he once again tries to control Sarah, but there are some illusions even he cannot distinguish from reality. This is the sequel to Les Yuex de le chat.
Authors note: Les Yuex de le chat was supposed to be a lone standing piece, but after some debate I've decided I might turn it into a trilogy. This is an ALTERNATE REALITY BRANCHING FROM AFTER EPISODE THREE. The quotes in this are from Tennyson, Poe, and Juvenal – I may throw Virgil in for variety but that's unlikely for the time being.
Technical notes:
1) I don NOT speak Italian or French, blame any mistakes on Altavista translator.
2) Onica is pronounced Veronica minus the v-e-r or Annika.
3) I've never been to New Zealand the information I have here is from a) an atlas or b) an almanac
Ch.1 - Exiles
Three months after the events of "Les Yuex de le chat'
For one solitary moment Jake McCarty flitted amongst the stars as if a fairy in some long forgotten garden. The sounds of waves crashing soothed the wounds that had been dealt his soul by a blade swift and deft as lightning. In the silent night with only the water, sand, and sky as witness Jake let the net of lies and persuasions that he'd kept over his heart go for the briefest of seconds. In that second though, he felt enough guilt and enough regrets to drag him down to the depth of the sea and entomb him there.
Idly he wondered how long it would be until Sarah received the news, he hoped it would be soon because if it wasn't… taking a deep breath he banished all thoughts of the life that lay half a world away. A wave lapped at Jake's feet, alerting him that the tide had heightened. Checking the time Jake realized that he'd been sitting here for two hours, rising he took a final look at the solitary New Zealand night, then walked off into the darkness.
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Callie gazed out the window of the airplane once again unseeing and numb at heart. For the past three months she had waited at the apartment her parents had owned in Vancouver under the name of Sarah Nottingham. To her though it seemed like eons since she'd left New York – pain filled eons, but eons none the less. Within days of being in Vancouver she'd realized Luka had been freed, so she'd hazarded e-mailing him, but week after week, month after month no reply came. In the end she was running out of funds and realized that he probably didn't want to see her after what she'd done. So she did what had become all too natural she packed a bag and bought a plane ticket. This time not for a place of her past, but a place where putting her past behind might happen. As the hours passed and the miles flew by, Callie kept her vigil, hoping that this time she would finally begin to heal.
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Three weeks later – New York
Ian stood in Sarah's apartment, not quite sure what he should do. He knew she was crying because he could hear her sobbing into her pillow upstairs. He had hoped to speak to her, but she probably wouldn't want to listen, so placing what'd he came to deliver on the table he crept out and onto her fire escape. Watching her with compassion and sympathy as she finally fell into an exhausted sleep. Idly he wished he could tell her the one thing that would heal her grieving heart knowing all the while he couldn't.
Sarah slept the sleep of one in deep pain; of everything she'd suffered this year the news she'd received this morning had been the block that toppled her barely contained world, as she lay there her dreams moved in mysterious patterns. Carrying her back in time to this morning and further.
The area out side of Sarah's office was swaying with the usual activity. All the usual suspects were doing all the usual things. Inside she leafed through her paper work a weary expression on her face, wondering when Jake would get back from his vacation, he was due back three days ago but apparently he'd prolonged his stay or some such. In any case he'd never appeared at the airport and though she was slightly irked because of it she hoped he was having a good time. A knock sounded on her door, glancing up she saw Dante standing with a very red eyed Vikki behind him. "Vikki what happened?" Sarah stood up immediately moving to the other woman ignoring Dante completely as he closed the door.
"Detective Pezzini – I -." For once in his life Dante wasn't sure what to say, so he looked down at his shoes instead. " A few moments ago I received a phone call from the coast guard." Vikki began to sob slightly, "Apparently there was a boating accident a few days ago, this morning they found and identified a body – it was detective McCarty." The room suddenly seemed to freeze and Sarah got the feeling of slipping backwards in time a few seconds and hearing those horrid words again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Vikki now sobbing full blast but it didn't register. She felt the blood drain from her face as images from her Periculum ran through her mind, then were replaced by memories of Jake. Dante kept talking but the words didn't register. Later she remembered the words "Difficult… case load… time off… funeral… California… family…. should be there…" At the time though she only felt an intense suffocation.
"I need air." Sarah had practically run out of the station, knowing that many curious eyes followed her, as she pulled her gloves on and got on her bike a memory flashed into her mind. It was the day Jake left, over the loud speaker they heard his flight announced, giving her a quick hug he took out his boarding pass. Then giving her a half smile he turned and she heard him murmur 'forgive me' the next second he was gone. Now it seemed, he'd be gone forever.
Sarah sat straight up in bed, something she'd done a lot lately. Gasping slightly she wiped fresh tears off of her face. Glancing at the clock she blinked, thinking that she'd woke up half an hour before she'd gone to sleep, then realized that she'd probably slept for the last twenty three and a half hours. Getting up she realized that she still wore her work clothes chastening herself for it slightly she got up.
From the window outside of her Apartment Ian too awoke. He realized that he should have checked in with Irons hours ago but had been too concerned for Sarah to do so. Rolling the kinks out of his neck he remembered why Kenneth always reminded him not to sleep outside. Looking in he saw Sarah get up and grab a bathrobe. Deciding that a shower might not be a bad Idea, Ian got up and headed for home.
***
Sarah braided her hair in front on an open window hoping that the wind would blow away some of the signs of tears she'd shed the previous night. "Try some ice." Not bothering to turn around Sarah took in the comfort Danny's voice always gave her. He had been a pillar of strength and knowledge while he was alive, strangely enough even after his death he was much the same. (If only that were enough,)
She thought. (Oh Danny! If only you'd never died.) " We can't bring back the dead Sarah, no matter how much we want to." Now she turned, silently she wished she could hug him.
"I know Danny… But why? Why does everyone who gets close to me have to die?" Danny looked at her with sympathy, in his eyes she could also see regret.
"It wasn't your fault Sarah, he didn't die because of you." She was on the verge of tears again, she wanted to say that he would be just another picture on her table of the dead – then she remembered she didn't have a picture of Jake. Dismally she wondered if the dead photographed.
"Is he there Danny? With you?" Danny wanted to give her a straight answer, yes or no. It was simple really, but he couldn't.
"Irons once told you that perception lied. It was the truth Sarah." Sarah was about to ask what that had to do with anything, but at that moment the doorbell rang and Danny vanished.
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