Eli: Here's the next chap. I mixed two up for this. (Will make sense when
you read the fic.) Enjoy.
-Later-
"Kelly, what the hell are you blasting?"
"Mya: Case of the Ex. Don't you like it?"
"No, turn it off. We have work to do."
"We can do work and, like, listen at the same time." Ian did not want to put an argument with a complete idiot.
"Alright. Just turn it down and don't sing with it."
"Okay." She pouted and turned the volume down a notch. She put the song on repeat and Ian was going mad listening to it. He finally got up and made an excuse to see Gabriel. He found Gabriel typing away at his computer.
"Hey Gabe."
"Ian. What the hell is wrong with you? You sound like someone who just spent three hours in a theatre watching a really boring movie."
"Kelly is playing the same song over and over and over and....Oh I can't listen to that girly music all day. I have a damn migraine now."
"Ah, it can't be that bad."
"You just defended her! What did you two do on that date of yours?"
"We...uh....."
"Well?"
"We went to the mall and went shopping. Stop laughing! It was fun."
"That's priceless. So, you're her trained up bitch or what?"
"Shut up! Go away, you're mean."
"I guess after a night of Kelly you can use a break. See ya."
"Bye."
Ian went back to his desk, but was surprised to find a woman sitting on the edge of it.
"Nottingham, long time no see." Ian now found it ironic that the song Kelly was blasting was titled Case of the Ex.
"Lucretia, what do you want?"
"Since when do you use my first name?"
"Sorry. Aras, what the hell are you doing here and what do you want?"
"I was thinking about things. You, me, us...."
"The answer is no." Kelly was watching wide eyed like it was Passions.
"I didn't even ask you a question."
"You don't have to. Just get the hell out of my face."
"Why? We are so good together."
"As I recall, we were good together. Right up until you cheated on me with your brother. How is he by the way? Has he knocked you up with your niece or....."
"That was a mistake. We were drunk, we were depressed."
"You talk like it was only once. Oh, and there was the little thing where you gave my friend a concussion for telling me about you and your brother's sibling activity."
"Moby got better."
"That isn't the point. You are a mother fucking bitch and I never want to see you again! So get the hell out of here!"
"Fine, but believe you me, Ian Nottingham: you will greatly regret this."
"I'm all a shiver, Aras. Leave." She got off his desk and stormed out, flipping him off before she got out of the office. There was a catcalls of Ohhhhhh's and a couple of "Jerry, Jerry.' 's.
Ian sat back down at his desk.
Lucretia Aras, damn her. May she eternally burn in hell. And I mean that.
He scoffed at her work. She had left a picture of them together on his desk. Blue eyed, blonde hair, psycho, sadisitic, jealous. What the hell had he ever seen in her? He tossed the picture into the trash can, the same place she belonged.
He sat back and thought of another woman. One with green eyes and ligth brown hair. The same one he held that morning. Sara.
Now there was a pleasant thought.
-Later-
She was never denied. When she wanted something, it was hers. Not even her brother had resisted her when she wanted to sleep with him. She wanted Ian Nottingham, in life or death. And if she couldn't have him, no one would.
She sat on a fire escape with her sniper. The same sniper that had done in her brother's wife. She waited for him to leave. she would have just as much pleasure from killing him than she would from sleeping with him.
She glanced at her watch. Almost time. She settled the gun on her shoulder and waited for him to walk out that door. No one refused Lucretia Aras and lived to tell the tale. Especially not some cop who wouldn't put out just because of one little mistake.
She saw him head out the door and smiled as she wrapped her finger around the trigger. Just one second more and......
She was about to fire, when she felt someone land in back of her. Lucretia turned around to a punch. She fell back to the side and looked at her opponent. A strange, green eyed woman who was clearly not pleased. Lucretia regained her posture and scowled at her.
"Back off bitch, he's mine." The woman simply shook her head. Lucretia swung at her, but she dodged and then placed a creascent kick to Lucretia's back. She flew into the wall. Lucretia forced herself to look back as she spit a mouthful of blood over the railing. The woman had withdrawn a sword and stood before her, ready to battle.
Lucretia flew at her, but instead came in contact with her sword as it dug through her. She gasped as she felt the blade exit through her spine. She fell to the ground. She took one last look at the woman and her last thought was that of recognition of the look on the woman's face. Her look screamed one lasting remark:
Nobody hurts my man.
Lucretia died. Sara pulled her sword out of her and wiped the blood off with her glove before she put it back in it's place. She looked back over toward the precinct. All was fine. She ligered there for a moment, and then she was gone.
Ian felt the witchblade warm up on his wrist and he looked up. He felt like someone had just saved him. He could have sworn that Sara was out there. He smirked at where he felt her presence.
"Thanks, whatever happened." And he went home.
Eli: I couldn't have Ian have an ex that looked like Sara, now. Then I remembered a certian sadistic bitch from the finale. So put one and one together and you get ten o'clock. How was this?
-Later-
"Kelly, what the hell are you blasting?"
"Mya: Case of the Ex. Don't you like it?"
"No, turn it off. We have work to do."
"We can do work and, like, listen at the same time." Ian did not want to put an argument with a complete idiot.
"Alright. Just turn it down and don't sing with it."
"Okay." She pouted and turned the volume down a notch. She put the song on repeat and Ian was going mad listening to it. He finally got up and made an excuse to see Gabriel. He found Gabriel typing away at his computer.
"Hey Gabe."
"Ian. What the hell is wrong with you? You sound like someone who just spent three hours in a theatre watching a really boring movie."
"Kelly is playing the same song over and over and over and....Oh I can't listen to that girly music all day. I have a damn migraine now."
"Ah, it can't be that bad."
"You just defended her! What did you two do on that date of yours?"
"We...uh....."
"Well?"
"We went to the mall and went shopping. Stop laughing! It was fun."
"That's priceless. So, you're her trained up bitch or what?"
"Shut up! Go away, you're mean."
"I guess after a night of Kelly you can use a break. See ya."
"Bye."
Ian went back to his desk, but was surprised to find a woman sitting on the edge of it.
"Nottingham, long time no see." Ian now found it ironic that the song Kelly was blasting was titled Case of the Ex.
"Lucretia, what do you want?"
"Since when do you use my first name?"
"Sorry. Aras, what the hell are you doing here and what do you want?"
"I was thinking about things. You, me, us...."
"The answer is no." Kelly was watching wide eyed like it was Passions.
"I didn't even ask you a question."
"You don't have to. Just get the hell out of my face."
"Why? We are so good together."
"As I recall, we were good together. Right up until you cheated on me with your brother. How is he by the way? Has he knocked you up with your niece or....."
"That was a mistake. We were drunk, we were depressed."
"You talk like it was only once. Oh, and there was the little thing where you gave my friend a concussion for telling me about you and your brother's sibling activity."
"Moby got better."
"That isn't the point. You are a mother fucking bitch and I never want to see you again! So get the hell out of here!"
"Fine, but believe you me, Ian Nottingham: you will greatly regret this."
"I'm all a shiver, Aras. Leave." She got off his desk and stormed out, flipping him off before she got out of the office. There was a catcalls of Ohhhhhh's and a couple of "Jerry, Jerry.' 's.
Ian sat back down at his desk.
Lucretia Aras, damn her. May she eternally burn in hell. And I mean that.
He scoffed at her work. She had left a picture of them together on his desk. Blue eyed, blonde hair, psycho, sadisitic, jealous. What the hell had he ever seen in her? He tossed the picture into the trash can, the same place she belonged.
He sat back and thought of another woman. One with green eyes and ligth brown hair. The same one he held that morning. Sara.
Now there was a pleasant thought.
-Later-
She was never denied. When she wanted something, it was hers. Not even her brother had resisted her when she wanted to sleep with him. She wanted Ian Nottingham, in life or death. And if she couldn't have him, no one would.
She sat on a fire escape with her sniper. The same sniper that had done in her brother's wife. She waited for him to leave. she would have just as much pleasure from killing him than she would from sleeping with him.
She glanced at her watch. Almost time. She settled the gun on her shoulder and waited for him to walk out that door. No one refused Lucretia Aras and lived to tell the tale. Especially not some cop who wouldn't put out just because of one little mistake.
She saw him head out the door and smiled as she wrapped her finger around the trigger. Just one second more and......
She was about to fire, when she felt someone land in back of her. Lucretia turned around to a punch. She fell back to the side and looked at her opponent. A strange, green eyed woman who was clearly not pleased. Lucretia regained her posture and scowled at her.
"Back off bitch, he's mine." The woman simply shook her head. Lucretia swung at her, but she dodged and then placed a creascent kick to Lucretia's back. She flew into the wall. Lucretia forced herself to look back as she spit a mouthful of blood over the railing. The woman had withdrawn a sword and stood before her, ready to battle.
Lucretia flew at her, but instead came in contact with her sword as it dug through her. She gasped as she felt the blade exit through her spine. She fell to the ground. She took one last look at the woman and her last thought was that of recognition of the look on the woman's face. Her look screamed one lasting remark:
Nobody hurts my man.
Lucretia died. Sara pulled her sword out of her and wiped the blood off with her glove before she put it back in it's place. She looked back over toward the precinct. All was fine. She ligered there for a moment, and then she was gone.
Ian felt the witchblade warm up on his wrist and he looked up. He felt like someone had just saved him. He could have sworn that Sara was out there. He smirked at where he felt her presence.
"Thanks, whatever happened." And he went home.
Eli: I couldn't have Ian have an ex that looked like Sara, now. Then I remembered a certian sadistic bitch from the finale. So put one and one together and you get ten o'clock. How was this?