Title: The Awakening-
Author: Wicked Princess Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: The cast of Witchblade belongs to God (Marc Silvestri), Moo! (Top Cow), Blam! (TNT), and any others who have rights to them. Summary: Author's Note: Oops. Somehow all my writing of Jake turns into Jake- bashing. Sorry. AN3: The use of 'Notty' is from IANsanity (wormieness.com). AN4: Crap! I've started writing Drusilla as a Mary-Sue! AN5: Yes, hair chopsticks do occasionally come with instruction manuals. Now, on with the story!
Sara sipped at a cup of the swill that passed for coffee in her precinct. They really should consider buying a quality coffee machine. She slunk into her desk, eyeing her paperwork with immense hatred. "Hey, Pez. You're late." She swiveled in her chair to glare at Jake.
Sara muttered something that sounded like an insult.
The blond rookie smiled as he slid into his chair. "You seem especially grumpy today. What's up? You have a bad night last night?"
"Yeah. Made some new friends, too." She rolled her eyes; the thought of the previous night's events had not been so pleasant. And then the Witchblade had shown her more images of her new friends' lives. "So what do we have today?"
Jake held up a file, paging through it. "Some billionaires are having a reception for a Nobel Prize winning scientist, Dr. Immo or something. We've got a tip from a snitch that some fanatics who don't like his work are gonna take out the scientist, and take his very rich friends with him. The reception's tonight. Dante wants us undercover."
Sara sighed and asked, "Who's hosting it?" However, she was fairly sure she already knew the answer.
"Kenneth Irons, your friend from Vorschlag Industries." Jake flashed her a winning smile. "So, what do you say? Wanna be my date?"
"Sure, Jake. "
Her partner shrugged and they got back to the daily grind. Sara found herself squirming and constantly checking the clock in impatience. For some reason, she could not seem to get into the swing of things today. Maybe last night had wierded her out more than she realized. But thinking out last night only made her more impatient to leave. She was even very happy to see Dante when he appeared at five o'clock to tell her and Jake to report back at the office in two hours for their orders. Sara jumped on her bike, eager to be leaving, and sped back to her apartment.
The phone was ringing as she opened the door, and she was not surprised to find Ian was calling her as she answered the insistent ringing. "Hey, Nottingham. What's up?"
"My master is holding a reception for a Nobel Prize winner tonight. He would appreciate it if you were to come." He paused a moment, sounding as if he was unsure whether to continue. "He has sent something for you to wear." Sara choked back an angry retort. "He would be most honored if you would accept his gift."
She narrowed her eyes, as if she could glare down the phone lines to her unseen caller. She was only vaguely amazed when her doorbell rang. She was startled that Ian had managed to time the delivery with his call. "Wow. Quick service. I'm flattered," she quipped as she opened the door.
Ian took the cordless phone from her hand and ended the call before handing it back to her. He slipped his own cell phone into his pocket and stepped into her apartment. Ian didn't acknowledge her presence, instead choosing to lay his parcels and packages on her counter before turning back to her.
"Good day, my lady."
"For once, you actually knocked." She looked over his darkly clad shoulder to his packages. "So what did your master send you with?"
Ian glanced up from his subservient pose. "You may see for yourself, my lady."
Sara stepped past him, lightly brushing against Ian's overcoat. "Thanks." Sara turned back to thank him, but he was already gone. She shook her head in resignation. "That is really annoying." She turned back to her packages, half-dreading what they contained.
The first parcel was unwrapped to reveal a black dress. Sara sighed as the silk slid sensually over her fingers. She unfolded the dress and took a moment to admire it in the bathroom mirror. It was slightly above knee length, with a high Chinese neck, and designs embroidered in black thread. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized how much the dress must have cost.
The other packages yielded black high-heeled sandals, a black sheer wrap, and hair-sticks. She regarded the sticks with confusion, perplexed as how to use them. She rejoiced to see that they came with an instruction manual. She smiled to think just how well Ian knew her.
She clearing away the bags and paper that had contained her new outfit when a small package dropped to the ground. She stuffed the trash into her waste bin and picked up the last of Ian's presents. Carefully unwrapping the small box, she found that it contained a beautiful necklace and a pair of earrings.
Sara gasped when she examined the jewelry, the stones were a deep red, probably ruby, and cut in a way that eerily matched the Witchblade. She looked from the necklace to her bracelet and then back again. Freaky.The necklace was Y-shaped and wrought in silver, circling her neck, then drooping down to rest between her breasts. The earrings dangled to brush the sides of her neck, but were not so long as to hinder movement. Sara pursed her lips together, not sure whether she should appreciate the gift from her dark stalker or be freaked out by it.
* * * * * *
Jake was astounded as his normally casual partner appeared. The black silk dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves for the entire world to see. Her hair was done in some type of twist, held in place by two chopsticks, which very much confused Jake. Chopsticks, in hair? The jewelry she wore seemed to perfectly match her ever-present bracelet. Jake felt of rush of envy for. Any man who got his hands on Sara would be a lucky man indeed. "Wow, Pez. You look great." She smiled and Jake suddenly felt like an angel had smiled upon him.
"Thanks, Rookie."
"So, am I your date or what?" Sara's mouth twitched, almost imperceptibly. Jake grabbed at any likely excuse "Dante said it has to seem like it for our appearance to be convincing." Sara's mouth twitched again; the smile was forcing its way to the surface. "What about that guy who works for Irons, the one who follows you around? Is he going to be there?" He knew Nottingham had a thing for Sara and would most likely hold her attention all night, so Jake prayed she'd say no, so he could have her all to himself that evening.
"He'll be there."
Sara felt Ian's eyes on her as soon as she entered the room. It was suddenly as if her partner, as well as everyone else in the room, had disappeared, leaving only herself and Ian. The Witchblade sparked and she was thrust into a vision. ~~She and Ian regarded each other across a bloody field. They were both in armor. Suddenly, he dropped his sword, stripping off his helmet, and crossed the field. She took off her own helmet and walked to meet him. Vision-Ian gathered against him in a passionate kiss.~~ "What?" She was dragged out of her reverie as she realized that Jake was talking to her.
"I said, I'll make a circuit of the room." Jake smiled, his best smile, hoping to catch her attention, but soon realized that she was too disconnected from him to take notice. She must be having one of those weird moments again. Just walk away, McCartey. And so he did, circling the room, checking for any suspects.
Sara never noticed her partner leave her, and made her way through the press of people to stand besides Ian, against the wall on the other side of the room. "Hey," she greeted him casually.
Ian looked up from his defensive stance, his eyes darkening as he surveyed her. "You look ravishing, my lady. I am glad everything fits."
Sara sneered. "Yeah, you, too." She glanced down at her silk dress and fancy shoes. Not to mention the jewels that hung from her neck and ears. "But thank you. Or rather, your master."
"I am glad you like it. I picked them out myself, Lady Sara."
The Witchblade tingled on her wrist and both she and Ian turned to look at the couple that had just entered the hall. They greeted everyone with confidence and charm, a couple equally matched in their power and influence. Drusilla wore a dark blue gown, the silk cascading down her body like a sapphire waterfall. Irons wore a tailored black suit with a blue silk tie that matched Drusilla's gown and both their eyes. A pair of brilliant sapphire cufflinks accented his ensemble. They were indeed beautiful together. If Sara had ever doubted that they were together, they way they dressed would have confirmed to her that they were lovers.
* * * * * *
Jake instantly knew that if anything went down tonight, it would go down around the host of this shindig and his girlfriend. Try as he might, Jake couldn't find a time to speak with her alone, to assure her that the police had the situation well in hand. This was mostly due to the possessive arm that Irons kept around her waist. Drusilla herself seemed reluctant to leave his side. He saw his moment come when she was coerced to leave Irons while he discussed a private business matter. Jake was not to be detoured and approached her.
But unfortunately, Jake's way was blocked a gaggle of chit-chatting old ladies, and when he finally made his way around them, a young woman was speaking to Drusilla in an obviously urgent tone. The young woman wore a dark pantsuit, a small V embroidered on the breast pocket. Jake deduced her to be some sort of bodyguard.
Diana bowed slightly as Irons rejoined Drusilla, noting the way their fingers twined together as their hands met. Good. Her job was always easier when they were in good moods. At Irons' nod, she began her report. "Right now there is a blond man, most likely a cop, whom has been watching Mistress for quite some time now. All exits and entrances have been secured. The regular security team is patrolling as we speak."
"Good. Leave them to it." Diana nodded, acknowledging her master's orders, but her thoughts were else where. She glanced to Ian's position and saw that he too was distracted. He must feel it too. She looked up towards the balcony that hung off the west wall. Just tgen, ten men toting machine guns, appeared on the balcony with Immo as their hostage.
Author: Wicked Princess Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: The cast of Witchblade belongs to God (Marc Silvestri), Moo! (Top Cow), Blam! (TNT), and any others who have rights to them. Summary: Author's Note: Oops. Somehow all my writing of Jake turns into Jake- bashing. Sorry. AN3: The use of 'Notty' is from IANsanity (wormieness.com). AN4: Crap! I've started writing Drusilla as a Mary-Sue! AN5: Yes, hair chopsticks do occasionally come with instruction manuals. Now, on with the story!
Sara sipped at a cup of the swill that passed for coffee in her precinct. They really should consider buying a quality coffee machine. She slunk into her desk, eyeing her paperwork with immense hatred. "Hey, Pez. You're late." She swiveled in her chair to glare at Jake.
Sara muttered something that sounded like an insult.
The blond rookie smiled as he slid into his chair. "You seem especially grumpy today. What's up? You have a bad night last night?"
"Yeah. Made some new friends, too." She rolled her eyes; the thought of the previous night's events had not been so pleasant. And then the Witchblade had shown her more images of her new friends' lives. "So what do we have today?"
Jake held up a file, paging through it. "Some billionaires are having a reception for a Nobel Prize winning scientist, Dr. Immo or something. We've got a tip from a snitch that some fanatics who don't like his work are gonna take out the scientist, and take his very rich friends with him. The reception's tonight. Dante wants us undercover."
Sara sighed and asked, "Who's hosting it?" However, she was fairly sure she already knew the answer.
"Kenneth Irons, your friend from Vorschlag Industries." Jake flashed her a winning smile. "So, what do you say? Wanna be my date?"
"Sure, Jake. "
Her partner shrugged and they got back to the daily grind. Sara found herself squirming and constantly checking the clock in impatience. For some reason, she could not seem to get into the swing of things today. Maybe last night had wierded her out more than she realized. But thinking out last night only made her more impatient to leave. She was even very happy to see Dante when he appeared at five o'clock to tell her and Jake to report back at the office in two hours for their orders. Sara jumped on her bike, eager to be leaving, and sped back to her apartment.
The phone was ringing as she opened the door, and she was not surprised to find Ian was calling her as she answered the insistent ringing. "Hey, Nottingham. What's up?"
"My master is holding a reception for a Nobel Prize winner tonight. He would appreciate it if you were to come." He paused a moment, sounding as if he was unsure whether to continue. "He has sent something for you to wear." Sara choked back an angry retort. "He would be most honored if you would accept his gift."
She narrowed her eyes, as if she could glare down the phone lines to her unseen caller. She was only vaguely amazed when her doorbell rang. She was startled that Ian had managed to time the delivery with his call. "Wow. Quick service. I'm flattered," she quipped as she opened the door.
Ian took the cordless phone from her hand and ended the call before handing it back to her. He slipped his own cell phone into his pocket and stepped into her apartment. Ian didn't acknowledge her presence, instead choosing to lay his parcels and packages on her counter before turning back to her.
"Good day, my lady."
"For once, you actually knocked." She looked over his darkly clad shoulder to his packages. "So what did your master send you with?"
Ian glanced up from his subservient pose. "You may see for yourself, my lady."
Sara stepped past him, lightly brushing against Ian's overcoat. "Thanks." Sara turned back to thank him, but he was already gone. She shook her head in resignation. "That is really annoying." She turned back to her packages, half-dreading what they contained.
The first parcel was unwrapped to reveal a black dress. Sara sighed as the silk slid sensually over her fingers. She unfolded the dress and took a moment to admire it in the bathroom mirror. It was slightly above knee length, with a high Chinese neck, and designs embroidered in black thread. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized how much the dress must have cost.
The other packages yielded black high-heeled sandals, a black sheer wrap, and hair-sticks. She regarded the sticks with confusion, perplexed as how to use them. She rejoiced to see that they came with an instruction manual. She smiled to think just how well Ian knew her.
She clearing away the bags and paper that had contained her new outfit when a small package dropped to the ground. She stuffed the trash into her waste bin and picked up the last of Ian's presents. Carefully unwrapping the small box, she found that it contained a beautiful necklace and a pair of earrings.
Sara gasped when she examined the jewelry, the stones were a deep red, probably ruby, and cut in a way that eerily matched the Witchblade. She looked from the necklace to her bracelet and then back again. Freaky.The necklace was Y-shaped and wrought in silver, circling her neck, then drooping down to rest between her breasts. The earrings dangled to brush the sides of her neck, but were not so long as to hinder movement. Sara pursed her lips together, not sure whether she should appreciate the gift from her dark stalker or be freaked out by it.
* * * * * *
Jake was astounded as his normally casual partner appeared. The black silk dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves for the entire world to see. Her hair was done in some type of twist, held in place by two chopsticks, which very much confused Jake. Chopsticks, in hair? The jewelry she wore seemed to perfectly match her ever-present bracelet. Jake felt of rush of envy for. Any man who got his hands on Sara would be a lucky man indeed. "Wow, Pez. You look great." She smiled and Jake suddenly felt like an angel had smiled upon him.
"Thanks, Rookie."
"So, am I your date or what?" Sara's mouth twitched, almost imperceptibly. Jake grabbed at any likely excuse "Dante said it has to seem like it for our appearance to be convincing." Sara's mouth twitched again; the smile was forcing its way to the surface. "What about that guy who works for Irons, the one who follows you around? Is he going to be there?" He knew Nottingham had a thing for Sara and would most likely hold her attention all night, so Jake prayed she'd say no, so he could have her all to himself that evening.
"He'll be there."
Sara felt Ian's eyes on her as soon as she entered the room. It was suddenly as if her partner, as well as everyone else in the room, had disappeared, leaving only herself and Ian. The Witchblade sparked and she was thrust into a vision. ~~She and Ian regarded each other across a bloody field. They were both in armor. Suddenly, he dropped his sword, stripping off his helmet, and crossed the field. She took off her own helmet and walked to meet him. Vision-Ian gathered against him in a passionate kiss.~~ "What?" She was dragged out of her reverie as she realized that Jake was talking to her.
"I said, I'll make a circuit of the room." Jake smiled, his best smile, hoping to catch her attention, but soon realized that she was too disconnected from him to take notice. She must be having one of those weird moments again. Just walk away, McCartey. And so he did, circling the room, checking for any suspects.
Sara never noticed her partner leave her, and made her way through the press of people to stand besides Ian, against the wall on the other side of the room. "Hey," she greeted him casually.
Ian looked up from his defensive stance, his eyes darkening as he surveyed her. "You look ravishing, my lady. I am glad everything fits."
Sara sneered. "Yeah, you, too." She glanced down at her silk dress and fancy shoes. Not to mention the jewels that hung from her neck and ears. "But thank you. Or rather, your master."
"I am glad you like it. I picked them out myself, Lady Sara."
The Witchblade tingled on her wrist and both she and Ian turned to look at the couple that had just entered the hall. They greeted everyone with confidence and charm, a couple equally matched in their power and influence. Drusilla wore a dark blue gown, the silk cascading down her body like a sapphire waterfall. Irons wore a tailored black suit with a blue silk tie that matched Drusilla's gown and both their eyes. A pair of brilliant sapphire cufflinks accented his ensemble. They were indeed beautiful together. If Sara had ever doubted that they were together, they way they dressed would have confirmed to her that they were lovers.
* * * * * *
Jake instantly knew that if anything went down tonight, it would go down around the host of this shindig and his girlfriend. Try as he might, Jake couldn't find a time to speak with her alone, to assure her that the police had the situation well in hand. This was mostly due to the possessive arm that Irons kept around her waist. Drusilla herself seemed reluctant to leave his side. He saw his moment come when she was coerced to leave Irons while he discussed a private business matter. Jake was not to be detoured and approached her.
But unfortunately, Jake's way was blocked a gaggle of chit-chatting old ladies, and when he finally made his way around them, a young woman was speaking to Drusilla in an obviously urgent tone. The young woman wore a dark pantsuit, a small V embroidered on the breast pocket. Jake deduced her to be some sort of bodyguard.
Diana bowed slightly as Irons rejoined Drusilla, noting the way their fingers twined together as their hands met. Good. Her job was always easier when they were in good moods. At Irons' nod, she began her report. "Right now there is a blond man, most likely a cop, whom has been watching Mistress for quite some time now. All exits and entrances have been secured. The regular security team is patrolling as we speak."
"Good. Leave them to it." Diana nodded, acknowledging her master's orders, but her thoughts were else where. She glanced to Ian's position and saw that he too was distracted. He must feel it too. She looked up towards the balcony that hung off the west wall. Just tgen, ten men toting machine guns, appeared on the balcony with Immo as their hostage.