Title: My Life For Yours
Author: The Lyrical Eli
Summery: AU story to the summery of Jessi. Ian wields the witchblade. Sara is his protector. Irons a woman.
Feed Back: Of course. My muses favor me when they read them. Jessi created me a new one.
To Jessi: Thanks for a challenge. Another reason to wake up tomorrow. I hope this story is to your standards. I will not fail you.
Disclaimer: I'm just starting high school for pity sakes. Sue me and the judge will laugh.
-November 11, 2000-
Destiny changes you. No one chooses to save the earth; it's a task forcibly given to them. As it was given to him. Ian Christian Nottingham. It was his fate that caused him to lose so much. His mother and father killed by thieves who happened to mistake wheather or not the house was empty. His best friend Mario, a known drug dealer and pimp, killed by a gang leader for knowing too much. If fate had not chosen him, these things would have never happened. The sad thing? I thank whatever god there is for choosing him. He can be my savior. Yeah, I love him. We have never talked, never seen each other, never met. But I don't need any of those things. He is perfect. Everything I ever wanted in a if-Batman-was-a-cop form. Destiny is cruel and beautiful. I would never know him if fate didn't disfavor him so. I benefit from his pain. Fate is so odd. It's what brings him and his partner here today. Waiting. So I sit and wait with them. Time. It has begun.
Ian ran after the criminal. The chase thrilled him. Revenge thrilled him. He knew one of these bastards had killed Mario. Maybe more than one of them. They all must be punished. All guilty by association.
"Run. run, run, cowards! Is that all you can do?" He called to the men he pursued. He wanted them to shoot at him. He wanted an excuse to empty his gun of bullets into their thick skulls where brains should be. Turning the corner, he ran right into the King Arthur and the holy grail exihibit. He checked around him. Lost them. He continued on and for some strange reason found himself infront of one of the displays. A sword. Silver and beautiful, with a red crystal in the middle of the handle. He completely forgot his search and stared at it. It seemed to stare back.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" How she wished to add "As you are."
Ian looked up at a gothic fantasies dream woman. Green eyes like emeralds caught his hazel ones. Her gaze caught him like a victim of Dracula. He could have stared at those eyes all day, and would of, hadn't she suddenly put her head down. As if she had just sinned. He felt a need to see her eyes again. He reached over to her and lifted her head back up. He felt her shiver from the brief contact. Her face was stoic, but her eyes held a million emotions all at once.
Sara now understood what heaven was like. He touched her. Brief, but he will never comprehend what it did to her. Sara had learned from childhood to be strong, a knight of sorts. Amazon like, never to give unto men. But he, with one motion, erased all her training. She could spend eternity staring back at him. But fate will not have it. He had been right. They were cowards, they aimed at his turned back.
Ian saw the direction in her eyes move. He knew they were behind him. He turned and faced them in time to dodge. Their bullets flew pass him. Into the display case. His gun was shot from his hand. He grabbed arounf him for something to shield himself with. He grabbed the first thing of metal he could find. The bullets came flying at him. He put up his what was hopefully a shiled up to block off the shots. He heard the bullets deflect and go right back against those who had fired. The shooting stopped. They were dead. Ian looked at what he held in his hand. The sword. He remembered the girl and turned his head around. Gone. He looked back at his hand. The sword was no longer a sword, but a bracelet. A thin line with a design of a sword across the front.
"Yo Nottingham, you all right?" He heard his partner behind him.
"Yeah, Woo. I'm fine."
"But these sad bastards aren't. What the hell happened?"
"I'm not sure myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I feel like I zoned out."
"You sure you okay, Ian? No hits to the head?"
"Danielle, if it was a concusion, there would be blood on me, not around me."
"Here, let the others handle this. I think you went into shock or something. I'm taking you to get it checked out."
"Not needed."
"Yes needed. Do it, or I will blast Britney Speares in the office."
"Fine. How does Lee put up with you?"
"By doing exactly as I say. Now march to the nurse's office."
"Yes, mother."
-Across town-
"Sara, has he found it?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Excellent. Tell me, is he all I hoped?"
"Yes, mistress. Strong, smart, independent."
"Strong and smart intrest me, but independence does not. He will be harder to control. Continue your watch over the wielder."
"Yes, mistress."
"And Sara?"
"Yes, mistress?"
"He is mine. Don't let any other ideas enter your mind. Are we clear?"
"Yes, mistress."
-At the office-
"Where are you dragging me now? I already went to the damn doctors!"
"Ahhhh. Did the man in white scare you with a shot?"
"No. Just want to know where we're going."
"Forensics. There's a clue to who these guys worked for."
"You know it was Gallo. Why bother?"
"To make sure." They entered the forensics lab.
"Bout time you got here."
"Chill, Gabriel. I've already been yelled at by Danielle. Push me and you'll find yourself at the other side of an autopsy."
"See, Ian. It's things like that that keep you single."
"You should be talking. Now, what you got?"
"Agenda on one of the men. Gallo has a date at the theatre with a drug dealer."
"Finally. Right place at the right time. We'll nail the bastard's murdering ass tomorrow."
"Time to inform Siri."
"Wish we didn't. Wonder how he bribed Dante into quiting."
"Ian, I know you hate him, but it's called retirement."
"Still say it's a comspiracy."
"Stop watching X-Files!"
"But Scully is so hot."
"Ian's right on that one, Danielle." Ian and Gabriel both sent approving nods at each other. Danielle shook her head.
"Men."
"We are men..."
"Men in tights." Ian and Gabriel cracked up at their own lame joke.
"What am I going to do with you two?"
"You could get us all coffee."
"Pretty please with sugar on top?"
"Lazy bastards. You see?! This is why I don't set you two up on dates with my friends."
"Danielle, you've set us up on blind dates before. It isn't that you don't want to. It's that we don't want you to."
"Ian, I swear to god I will kick your white boy ass if you don't shut up right this minute."
"Yes, my not so wise Asian matchmaker."
"Gabriel, don't be surprised if you see Ian again very soon."
"Gotcha. Now, unless you two would care to see this gentleman's guts, leave."
"Let's go."
"Yeah."
-Later-
"Don't you love it how Siri loves to over pronunciate the last part of my name? Not Nottingham, but Notting Ham. I think I truly love the guy."
"Hey, the tribe has spoken and he's your boss. You have to love the man."
"Or at least give the appearence that you do."
"You learn quickly."
"Hey, Danielle. Did you happen to see a woman dressed in black around the scene in the museum?"
"Well, could you be any vaguer?"
"Funny. She was about 5'9" , light brown hair, green eyes."
"Nah, why?"
"I saw her right before the incident happened. She might know what happened."
"No one was around."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Now, get to the paper work or we'll be here all night!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
-The Next Day-
Ian and Danielle waited out in their car. Waited for them to make a move.
"I know it's one of those bastards. I'm bringin' them all down."
"Ian, you're not superman. Remember I'm here to help."
"Yes, you're right. Sorry, batgirl."
"So now you think you're batman?"
"Of course. He gets all the women."
"Hilarious, Ian. Look, there's the drop. Let's go."
Ian and Danielle followed the men in silence. Up two flights of stairs and a couple of turns and Gallo is in sight.
How I would love to shoot a bullet straight through a heart. Correction, where a heart is suppose to be. Mario was getting out of it all. He had quit everything and was trying to remake himself. He actually had a future to look forward to. Damn Gallo ruined it. Ruined it all.
"Detectives, why don't you come out and join the game?"
"What? I ruin the special surprise in store for you yet, you mother fucking bitch?!"
"Detective Nottingham, it's always a nice surprise to see you again."
"And it was a nice surprise you left on the corner of Elm and 5th."
"Just trying to catch your attention, detective. I crave it so. You are a very attractive man."
"Just how attractive will you be after I lock your cheap, whorish ass up?"
"Is that a threat? I don't think you're being very polite. Boys?" All guns were out.
"What to do? What to do?" Danielle and Ian were vastly out numbered.
Where the hell is back up? Should've been here by now.
"Well, lucky for you, I find you too cute to kill. But your friend, sadly, is another story." And with that, someone from behind fired a shot at Danielle. He saw her fall to the ground.
Bitch! She will not kill anyone else.
Ian transformed the bracelet he wore back into a sword and savagely attacked all he could. He deflected all bullets and sliced through one man after another.
What he could not see was the others coming from behind. Sara could. She dislodged herself from her station and joined the battle. She pulled out her sword and made an end to the cowards who would shoot a man from behind.
Another seven men later, and Gallo was left to herself. She aimed her gun and shot for all she was worth, but Ian was to quick for her. Her gun ran out of ammo. He pointed the sword at her throat. "Beg."
"Please. I'll give you anything, just name it. Money, drugs, the works. Just name your price."
"I want..." Gallo's smirked returned to her face. Corrupt cop. Wrong! "Your blood." And with that said, he thrusted the blade in to her. He withdrew, and it returned to a bracelet.
He turned to Danielle and knelt by her body.
"Danielle, you with me? Danielle!?"
"She is gone. I'm sorry for your lost, for all of them." The woman in black had returned.
"No!"
"You will soon see her."
"Heaven can wait."
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean then?"
"Alot, nothing. My mistress bid me to give this to you." She handed him a paper with a single address on it. "She wishes to explain it all herself."
"Explain what?"
"The witchblade."
"The what?"
"The thing that has drawn you in. Drawn us all in. I send my sympathies to the family. Visit us only when you are through mourning." Within a blink of an eye, she was gone.
Back up showed up then.
"Nottingham, what the hell happened?"
"Woo's been killed."
"What?"
"Danielle is dead."
"What do you want us to do?"
"Your fucking job." Ian flew pass them and left. He walked back out to the car and drove off. Sara watched from the top of the building. Tears streamed down her face.
The pain kills not only you, beloved. But both of us. If any gods can hear me, please end his suffering, our suffering. With a such a destiny to deal with, no more death. Don't let him be blinded by my mistress. Witchblade be with him.
Eli: Okay. How did I do? Is it worthy to be here? Nurish my new muse.
Author: The Lyrical Eli
Summery: AU story to the summery of Jessi. Ian wields the witchblade. Sara is his protector. Irons a woman.
Feed Back: Of course. My muses favor me when they read them. Jessi created me a new one.
To Jessi: Thanks for a challenge. Another reason to wake up tomorrow. I hope this story is to your standards. I will not fail you.
Disclaimer: I'm just starting high school for pity sakes. Sue me and the judge will laugh.
-November 11, 2000-
Destiny changes you. No one chooses to save the earth; it's a task forcibly given to them. As it was given to him. Ian Christian Nottingham. It was his fate that caused him to lose so much. His mother and father killed by thieves who happened to mistake wheather or not the house was empty. His best friend Mario, a known drug dealer and pimp, killed by a gang leader for knowing too much. If fate had not chosen him, these things would have never happened. The sad thing? I thank whatever god there is for choosing him. He can be my savior. Yeah, I love him. We have never talked, never seen each other, never met. But I don't need any of those things. He is perfect. Everything I ever wanted in a if-Batman-was-a-cop form. Destiny is cruel and beautiful. I would never know him if fate didn't disfavor him so. I benefit from his pain. Fate is so odd. It's what brings him and his partner here today. Waiting. So I sit and wait with them. Time. It has begun.
Ian ran after the criminal. The chase thrilled him. Revenge thrilled him. He knew one of these bastards had killed Mario. Maybe more than one of them. They all must be punished. All guilty by association.
"Run. run, run, cowards! Is that all you can do?" He called to the men he pursued. He wanted them to shoot at him. He wanted an excuse to empty his gun of bullets into their thick skulls where brains should be. Turning the corner, he ran right into the King Arthur and the holy grail exihibit. He checked around him. Lost them. He continued on and for some strange reason found himself infront of one of the displays. A sword. Silver and beautiful, with a red crystal in the middle of the handle. He completely forgot his search and stared at it. It seemed to stare back.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" How she wished to add "As you are."
Ian looked up at a gothic fantasies dream woman. Green eyes like emeralds caught his hazel ones. Her gaze caught him like a victim of Dracula. He could have stared at those eyes all day, and would of, hadn't she suddenly put her head down. As if she had just sinned. He felt a need to see her eyes again. He reached over to her and lifted her head back up. He felt her shiver from the brief contact. Her face was stoic, but her eyes held a million emotions all at once.
Sara now understood what heaven was like. He touched her. Brief, but he will never comprehend what it did to her. Sara had learned from childhood to be strong, a knight of sorts. Amazon like, never to give unto men. But he, with one motion, erased all her training. She could spend eternity staring back at him. But fate will not have it. He had been right. They were cowards, they aimed at his turned back.
Ian saw the direction in her eyes move. He knew they were behind him. He turned and faced them in time to dodge. Their bullets flew pass him. Into the display case. His gun was shot from his hand. He grabbed arounf him for something to shield himself with. He grabbed the first thing of metal he could find. The bullets came flying at him. He put up his what was hopefully a shiled up to block off the shots. He heard the bullets deflect and go right back against those who had fired. The shooting stopped. They were dead. Ian looked at what he held in his hand. The sword. He remembered the girl and turned his head around. Gone. He looked back at his hand. The sword was no longer a sword, but a bracelet. A thin line with a design of a sword across the front.
"Yo Nottingham, you all right?" He heard his partner behind him.
"Yeah, Woo. I'm fine."
"But these sad bastards aren't. What the hell happened?"
"I'm not sure myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I feel like I zoned out."
"You sure you okay, Ian? No hits to the head?"
"Danielle, if it was a concusion, there would be blood on me, not around me."
"Here, let the others handle this. I think you went into shock or something. I'm taking you to get it checked out."
"Not needed."
"Yes needed. Do it, or I will blast Britney Speares in the office."
"Fine. How does Lee put up with you?"
"By doing exactly as I say. Now march to the nurse's office."
"Yes, mother."
-Across town-
"Sara, has he found it?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Excellent. Tell me, is he all I hoped?"
"Yes, mistress. Strong, smart, independent."
"Strong and smart intrest me, but independence does not. He will be harder to control. Continue your watch over the wielder."
"Yes, mistress."
"And Sara?"
"Yes, mistress?"
"He is mine. Don't let any other ideas enter your mind. Are we clear?"
"Yes, mistress."
-At the office-
"Where are you dragging me now? I already went to the damn doctors!"
"Ahhhh. Did the man in white scare you with a shot?"
"No. Just want to know where we're going."
"Forensics. There's a clue to who these guys worked for."
"You know it was Gallo. Why bother?"
"To make sure." They entered the forensics lab.
"Bout time you got here."
"Chill, Gabriel. I've already been yelled at by Danielle. Push me and you'll find yourself at the other side of an autopsy."
"See, Ian. It's things like that that keep you single."
"You should be talking. Now, what you got?"
"Agenda on one of the men. Gallo has a date at the theatre with a drug dealer."
"Finally. Right place at the right time. We'll nail the bastard's murdering ass tomorrow."
"Time to inform Siri."
"Wish we didn't. Wonder how he bribed Dante into quiting."
"Ian, I know you hate him, but it's called retirement."
"Still say it's a comspiracy."
"Stop watching X-Files!"
"But Scully is so hot."
"Ian's right on that one, Danielle." Ian and Gabriel both sent approving nods at each other. Danielle shook her head.
"Men."
"We are men..."
"Men in tights." Ian and Gabriel cracked up at their own lame joke.
"What am I going to do with you two?"
"You could get us all coffee."
"Pretty please with sugar on top?"
"Lazy bastards. You see?! This is why I don't set you two up on dates with my friends."
"Danielle, you've set us up on blind dates before. It isn't that you don't want to. It's that we don't want you to."
"Ian, I swear to god I will kick your white boy ass if you don't shut up right this minute."
"Yes, my not so wise Asian matchmaker."
"Gabriel, don't be surprised if you see Ian again very soon."
"Gotcha. Now, unless you two would care to see this gentleman's guts, leave."
"Let's go."
"Yeah."
-Later-
"Don't you love it how Siri loves to over pronunciate the last part of my name? Not Nottingham, but Notting Ham. I think I truly love the guy."
"Hey, the tribe has spoken and he's your boss. You have to love the man."
"Or at least give the appearence that you do."
"You learn quickly."
"Hey, Danielle. Did you happen to see a woman dressed in black around the scene in the museum?"
"Well, could you be any vaguer?"
"Funny. She was about 5'9" , light brown hair, green eyes."
"Nah, why?"
"I saw her right before the incident happened. She might know what happened."
"No one was around."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Now, get to the paper work or we'll be here all night!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
-The Next Day-
Ian and Danielle waited out in their car. Waited for them to make a move.
"I know it's one of those bastards. I'm bringin' them all down."
"Ian, you're not superman. Remember I'm here to help."
"Yes, you're right. Sorry, batgirl."
"So now you think you're batman?"
"Of course. He gets all the women."
"Hilarious, Ian. Look, there's the drop. Let's go."
Ian and Danielle followed the men in silence. Up two flights of stairs and a couple of turns and Gallo is in sight.
How I would love to shoot a bullet straight through a heart. Correction, where a heart is suppose to be. Mario was getting out of it all. He had quit everything and was trying to remake himself. He actually had a future to look forward to. Damn Gallo ruined it. Ruined it all.
"Detectives, why don't you come out and join the game?"
"What? I ruin the special surprise in store for you yet, you mother fucking bitch?!"
"Detective Nottingham, it's always a nice surprise to see you again."
"And it was a nice surprise you left on the corner of Elm and 5th."
"Just trying to catch your attention, detective. I crave it so. You are a very attractive man."
"Just how attractive will you be after I lock your cheap, whorish ass up?"
"Is that a threat? I don't think you're being very polite. Boys?" All guns were out.
"What to do? What to do?" Danielle and Ian were vastly out numbered.
Where the hell is back up? Should've been here by now.
"Well, lucky for you, I find you too cute to kill. But your friend, sadly, is another story." And with that, someone from behind fired a shot at Danielle. He saw her fall to the ground.
Bitch! She will not kill anyone else.
Ian transformed the bracelet he wore back into a sword and savagely attacked all he could. He deflected all bullets and sliced through one man after another.
What he could not see was the others coming from behind. Sara could. She dislodged herself from her station and joined the battle. She pulled out her sword and made an end to the cowards who would shoot a man from behind.
Another seven men later, and Gallo was left to herself. She aimed her gun and shot for all she was worth, but Ian was to quick for her. Her gun ran out of ammo. He pointed the sword at her throat. "Beg."
"Please. I'll give you anything, just name it. Money, drugs, the works. Just name your price."
"I want..." Gallo's smirked returned to her face. Corrupt cop. Wrong! "Your blood." And with that said, he thrusted the blade in to her. He withdrew, and it returned to a bracelet.
He turned to Danielle and knelt by her body.
"Danielle, you with me? Danielle!?"
"She is gone. I'm sorry for your lost, for all of them." The woman in black had returned.
"No!"
"You will soon see her."
"Heaven can wait."
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean then?"
"Alot, nothing. My mistress bid me to give this to you." She handed him a paper with a single address on it. "She wishes to explain it all herself."
"Explain what?"
"The witchblade."
"The what?"
"The thing that has drawn you in. Drawn us all in. I send my sympathies to the family. Visit us only when you are through mourning." Within a blink of an eye, she was gone.
Back up showed up then.
"Nottingham, what the hell happened?"
"Woo's been killed."
"What?"
"Danielle is dead."
"What do you want us to do?"
"Your fucking job." Ian flew pass them and left. He walked back out to the car and drove off. Sara watched from the top of the building. Tears streamed down her face.
The pain kills not only you, beloved. But both of us. If any gods can hear me, please end his suffering, our suffering. With a such a destiny to deal with, no more death. Don't let him be blinded by my mistress. Witchblade be with him.
Eli: Okay. How did I do? Is it worthy to be here? Nurish my new muse.