Time After Time
By GeoGirl
Disclaimer: Witchblade and its characters are the property of TNT, Top Cow Productions, etc. They are not mine; just thought I'd play in their playground a bit.
A/N: Several times during "Palindrome" Conchobar states that he's missed Sara. This got me thinking about past lives. Sure, their past lives intertwined as Conchobar and Cathain. But what if they met in other lives too?
Day after day she came and sat in Room 511 by his bedside. Talking to him of her day, her dreams and what they would do when he woke up. He was a good listener and she was able to pour out thoughts to him that she couldn't to Danny, Jake or even Gabriel. Sometimes she could only spend a few minutes, other times she'd site for hours. The staff of St. Joan's Medical Center got to know the quirks of this homicide cop. The floor nurses would bring her coffee when she had one of her marathon session.
"Hi Honey, how was your day? Mine was the same old shit. I'd wish you would wake soon. I would really like to hear the rest of the song you wrote about me. By the way, there is a Celtic Exhibit at the Midtown Museum and I could use a guide.
Today, Danny and I were following up on the murder I told you of yesterday. We met with the deceased friends to find out why he might have at the biker bar by himself."
She leaned over, as was her habit, and grasped his hand while she relayed the events of the day. She leaned in closed to the bed and began speaking in a hushed tone.
"I had another one of those dreams last night. I went to see you at a nightclub where you were singing. We hadn't met before, but you bought me a beer. As we sat at the bar, one of your admiring fans came and interrupted our conversation. You told her that it was rude to interrupt a man talking to his wife."
Sara felt the slightest brush of Conchobar's thumb across her hand and she would have sworn that a small smile graced his lips. She knew that he did this often and didn't even bother to call the nurse this time.
The stone began swirling in color and pulled Sara into another daydream.
"Come back to bed, luv. I'm a might cold." He eyed her from the bed, nodding toward her side.
"You are a bad influence on me." She finished getting dressed. "I need to get to work."
"Aye lass, a bad influence I am and you love it." He nodded and gave her a small wicked smile. As she walked out the door she heard him humming softly to himself the song that he was writing for her.
She walked in the door or her apartment and all of the other policemen stepped back and silently watched. She looked around and noticed the broken mirror and furniture. His guitar was in a corner, fairly undamaged. But where was Conchobar?
The image changed to Conchobar tied up in a warehouse with several men and one woman standing around. The woman shot John in the leg and Sara couldn't stop her.
"I want your pretty bracelet" the woman leered. She was Irish, as were the rest of the men. They meant to do Conchobar harm and she couldn't stop them.
Next he was lying on the floor dying, and she cradled his head in her arms. Wailing, trying to will him not to die.