Eli: Hi! My friend found one of my muses sneaking cheese from her house, so she sent it back here. Chocoloate doesn't work, it has to be cheese. Damn, they're picky. And Danny isn't the onlt yenta acting up. Well, here's a new chap. Oh, one thing; Can't you hear this song in there backround?: Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Buy me a buy. Catch me a catch. Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book, and find me the perfect match.



"All right, I'm back."

"Sara, listen....."

"And I came back too soon." She turned to leave again.

"Sara, wait! Just hear me out." Sara turned back and looked at him. She sighed and closed the door behind her.

"Alright, alright. What's going on?"

"Sara, you need to stop."

"Stop what?"

"Lying."

"Lying? I'm not lying."

"Okay, then repeat after me. I"

"I"

"Am not."

"Am not."

"In love with Nottingham."

"In love with No....Now wait a minute! Why are you still on that?"

"See!"

"See what?"

"You couldn't say it. You purposely changed the subject."

"No, I didn't!"

"Okay, then finish the sentence."

"I am not in love... No! This is absoulutely ridiculous!"

"No it's not! That's proof!"

"Proof of what?"

"Think long and hard. I'll be back in a minute." He got up and left. Sara sat back in her chair. "What the hell is going on?" She looked at the witchblade. "Can't you give me a bit of insight?" She felt a jolt on her arm as it wrapped itself closer onto her arm. Sara closed her eyes and went into a vision. She couldn't see, but could deffinitely hear.

"And if I told you the truth, wielder, what would you do about it?"

"What?"

"You have asked for my insight on your situation, so I will oblidge: You love him, Wielder. More than anything. Your connection is stronger, runs deeper, than any on this earth. Open you're eyes, Sara, to the truth."

"I can't accept that!"

"Wielder! Why are you so scared of your destiny?"

"I can't......"

"Can't what? Love? I am but a spirit of many and I have the capacity to do that."

"If I accepted that, if I love him, then I'm giving up any chance I have to be normal."

"Normal is vastly overated. Would you have prefered not to have this gift? It would have meant for you to lose your partner. It would have meant the witchblade to fall into the hands of a pretender. You not having control would end the world."

"I never wanted any of this."

"None will ever say they do."

"I will never be normal. I will always be diferent, a....."

"Freak? You were meant for the title." She could hear the witchblade laugh. "Don't act like the name should offend you. Be glad you are different, defined. You can not comprehend how many people would take your place in an instance. You envy them for being normal, and they evny you for your destiny, not to mention the dark knight that follows you around."

"You actually approve of him?!"

"As I always have."

"I can't believe this! He tried to kill me! If I didn't have you to defend me, I would've died!"

"Sara, you were never in any harm. He knew exactly what he was doing."

"What do you mean?"

"He let you win, Sara."

"What?"

"He's been training his whole life to be a warrior and he excells in it. Did you really think you could have deafeated him if he really wanted to end your life?"

"Thank you for taking away any self esteem I had."

"You're a wielder! Why should I lie to you with sugar coated words? You were made to take life's cruelty."

"Thanks for the sympathy. Why did he let me win?"

"You know that answer already. Why should I repeat it?"

"He barely knew me. One confrontation when I was six and I have a permanent lover for the rest of my time."

"A friend is forever."

"I learned to make friends. Why didn't he?"

"Irons. Do I really have to say anymore?"

"One last thing."

"What?"

"Does he still love me?"

"He couldn't stop himself if he tried. Time to open your eyes, Sara. Take care, wielder." Sara woke up.

"Welcome back to reality, Pez. How do you feel?"

"Guilty."

"Guilty?"

"For getting mad at you for making me see the truth."

"Which is?"

"You know the truth."

"I just want to hear the fruit of all my matchmaking labors."

"I love him. Good enough?"

"Yes. So, when you gonna deliever the good news?"

"Confession? Don't know."

"You know, you have this miraculous little machine on your desk that lets you contact people over long distances. It's called a phone."

"Smart ass." Sara picked up her cell and dialed.

"Ian."

"Sara?"

"Yeah. Where are you right now?"

"Public library."

"Typical. How long you plan on staying?"

"Haven't yet decided."

"I need to talk to you. Could you stick around for a while?"

"How long would be a while?"

"Let me check. I'll be back." Sara placed the phone on her desk and turned to Danny. "I'm gonna see if Dante will let me leave early." She dashed out. Danny watched her go then picked up the phone.

"Ian, you still there?"

"Danny?"

"Yeah. Am I good or what?"

"I owe you."

"The comic will do nicely."

"What does she want to talk to me about?"

"Take a wild guess and keep your fingers crossed. She's realized it, but it's gonna take wild horses dragging her by the tongue across the Sahara to get her to admit it."

"Very vivid image. I'll do my best."

"You do that. Damn, she's back." Danny placed the phone back on the desk. He then grabbed a comic and pretended to be reading. Sara picked up the phone.

"I'll be there in one hour. Just have to finish paper work."

"I'll see you then."

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye."

-Later-

"Done!" Sara put away her paper work. Danny got up and passed her her jacket. She gave him a hug.

"Thank you wise Asian master. I don't know how I'll pay you back."

"I do!"

"What?"

"Let me be best man at the wedding."

"You are a riot! See ya."

"You go girl. Bye."



Eli: I'm too destressed to write a chapter that would do the couple justice. Maybe in a month or two?