Okay...the putting Conchobar in a coma -- NOT COOL! Put my Kim De Lury in a
coma!! And did anyone else cry at the season finale when Pez was at his
bedside??? Cause if it was just me...nevermind...
And I SO freaked at the length of The Kiss...you know the one...Gabe&Pez...I was in heaven!
Anyway...here's to my Conchobar waking up next season...and the long-time- MIA chapter 6...Enjoy!
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Six
"Sara!!" The homicide detective pulled herself out of her daydream as someone shouted out her name. Her head popped up even faster as she realized it was Conchobar. A panic rose in her throat as the Witchblade showed her the hooded man before the singer at the table pull out a .44 Magnum and hit Conchobar over the head.
"Freeze!" Sara drew her own firearm, and held up her right wrist to the offender. The hooded person whirled, and Sara took notice that it was a man. A man with striking blue eyes and high, well-defined cheekbones. As quickly as he had whirled, be bolted right out the door. "Hey!" Sara's shoulders fell and she took off after the assailant.
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Sara returned thirty minutes later, perp-less and out of breath. She burst through the front doors with renewed vigor to find the rock star sitting at the bar, a pint of Guinness in one hand, and ice pack on his left side of his head being braced by the other.
"Conchobar?" She began, unsure of his momentary state of mind. She sighed when the singer looked back at her.
"D'you catch the bastard?" He glanced at her hopefully, still holding the icepack to his injured head.
"Sorry to disappoint...but I saw his face so...it's a start." Conchobar mumbled something unintelligible and Sara assumed it had something to do with not being able to track his assailant.
"We gonna get this started, or is it gonna have ta' wait? I got a poundin' headache, and an extra show to do this afternoon for those I invited durin' the signin'..." Conchobar locked his green eyes on hers. "Can't we do this later?"
Sara gave a relinquishing sigh. Her new captain was going to kill her. Oh well...tell him to take a number.
"All right. Fine. But on one condition..."
"Anythin'," Conchobar moaned as he took a sip of Guinness and set the ice- cold mug down on the bar.
"Let me come to that show tonight. And my two partners. We'll watch your back while you play, because chances are that guy'll be back to finish off what he started."
"An' to that, ye got yerself a deal, Detective..." Conchobar - despite the pain - gave her the most seductive smile he could manage...and Sara drifted back into the Dream realm the Witchblade was notorious for...
A scene of herself leading Conchobar into the police precinct for questioning...
Herself and Conchobar kissing on the sidewalk...
Conchobar in her bed, teasing her as she left him to go to work...
Conchobar being kidnapped from her home...
Conchobar dying as she watched...holding him as effectively as she could while he lay on the concrete floor of a warehouse...
"Sara?" Conchobar spoke a bit forcefully, startling her out of her daydream. "You all right?"
"Huh? Yeah...just zoned..." Sara gave a nervous laugh.
"Here, have a drink..." Conchobar pushed his half-empty mug of beer over to the homicide detective.
Sara moved to take the dark liquid, but pulled her hand back instantly. "Ah...I'd love to but...I'm still on the clock. It's against regulations. Thanks for the offer though." She flashed a sheepish grin and pulled out her cell phone. "I'm gonna give my partners a call and get them out here. What time is your concert?"
"Seven-thirty."
Sara nodded. "I'll be right back."
Conchobar's head bobbed and he watched her walk off into a far corner of the room.
"John..." The singer looked up at the bartender. "Who is that?"
"You mean Sara?"
The bartender nodded and cocked his head, awaiting the singer's answer.
"She's a cop. Gonna provide me some protection tonight..." Conchobar gazed over at the Detective who was talking animatedly on her cell phone.
"That all she's gonna provide you?" The bartender arched an eyebrow.
Conchobar turned his head back to face the bartender achingly slow and shot him a glare so venomous that, if looks could kill, the man behind the bar would be windshield glaze on the nose of a 747.
"All right! Sorry!" The bartender raised his hands in surrender. "Just askin'!"
"You're always 'just askin',' Charlie." Conchobar mumbled into his Guinness as he finished off the pint and Sara made her way back over to the bar.
"All right. Danny and Jake..." Conchobar looked up at her inquiringly. "My partners, will meet us up here at seven."
"US?" Conchobar raised an eyebrow at the detective.
"Yeah...I'm not leaving your side until I'm sure he's not coming back for you."
Conchobar's lips turned up into a sly grin. "You promise, Detective?"
Sara saw the bartender watching the duo closely from her peripheral vision and kept her eyes locked on Conchobar's face at the same time.
"I do..." Sara returned the sly grin and sat down on the barstool next to the singer. It was going to be a long, glorious night...
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Next time on Witchblade...Conchobar sings! *YIPPEE!!* And who's for Pez & Conchobar again...?? *hint, hint, wink, wink* Stay tuned, and please review! I, once again, apologize for lack of updates. I'm getting as much done at a time as I can...which isn't much. Usually about 5 minutes a sitting...SO not good for my will to write at all costs...But again...I hope you like the chapter...I don't like it too much myself... :\
And I SO freaked at the length of The Kiss...you know the one...Gabe&Pez...I was in heaven!
Anyway...here's to my Conchobar waking up next season...and the long-time- MIA chapter 6...Enjoy!
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Six
"Sara!!" The homicide detective pulled herself out of her daydream as someone shouted out her name. Her head popped up even faster as she realized it was Conchobar. A panic rose in her throat as the Witchblade showed her the hooded man before the singer at the table pull out a .44 Magnum and hit Conchobar over the head.
"Freeze!" Sara drew her own firearm, and held up her right wrist to the offender. The hooded person whirled, and Sara took notice that it was a man. A man with striking blue eyes and high, well-defined cheekbones. As quickly as he had whirled, be bolted right out the door. "Hey!" Sara's shoulders fell and she took off after the assailant.
*
Sara returned thirty minutes later, perp-less and out of breath. She burst through the front doors with renewed vigor to find the rock star sitting at the bar, a pint of Guinness in one hand, and ice pack on his left side of his head being braced by the other.
"Conchobar?" She began, unsure of his momentary state of mind. She sighed when the singer looked back at her.
"D'you catch the bastard?" He glanced at her hopefully, still holding the icepack to his injured head.
"Sorry to disappoint...but I saw his face so...it's a start." Conchobar mumbled something unintelligible and Sara assumed it had something to do with not being able to track his assailant.
"We gonna get this started, or is it gonna have ta' wait? I got a poundin' headache, and an extra show to do this afternoon for those I invited durin' the signin'..." Conchobar locked his green eyes on hers. "Can't we do this later?"
Sara gave a relinquishing sigh. Her new captain was going to kill her. Oh well...tell him to take a number.
"All right. Fine. But on one condition..."
"Anythin'," Conchobar moaned as he took a sip of Guinness and set the ice- cold mug down on the bar.
"Let me come to that show tonight. And my two partners. We'll watch your back while you play, because chances are that guy'll be back to finish off what he started."
"An' to that, ye got yerself a deal, Detective..." Conchobar - despite the pain - gave her the most seductive smile he could manage...and Sara drifted back into the Dream realm the Witchblade was notorious for...
A scene of herself leading Conchobar into the police precinct for questioning...
Herself and Conchobar kissing on the sidewalk...
Conchobar in her bed, teasing her as she left him to go to work...
Conchobar being kidnapped from her home...
Conchobar dying as she watched...holding him as effectively as she could while he lay on the concrete floor of a warehouse...
"Sara?" Conchobar spoke a bit forcefully, startling her out of her daydream. "You all right?"
"Huh? Yeah...just zoned..." Sara gave a nervous laugh.
"Here, have a drink..." Conchobar pushed his half-empty mug of beer over to the homicide detective.
Sara moved to take the dark liquid, but pulled her hand back instantly. "Ah...I'd love to but...I'm still on the clock. It's against regulations. Thanks for the offer though." She flashed a sheepish grin and pulled out her cell phone. "I'm gonna give my partners a call and get them out here. What time is your concert?"
"Seven-thirty."
Sara nodded. "I'll be right back."
Conchobar's head bobbed and he watched her walk off into a far corner of the room.
"John..." The singer looked up at the bartender. "Who is that?"
"You mean Sara?"
The bartender nodded and cocked his head, awaiting the singer's answer.
"She's a cop. Gonna provide me some protection tonight..." Conchobar gazed over at the Detective who was talking animatedly on her cell phone.
"That all she's gonna provide you?" The bartender arched an eyebrow.
Conchobar turned his head back to face the bartender achingly slow and shot him a glare so venomous that, if looks could kill, the man behind the bar would be windshield glaze on the nose of a 747.
"All right! Sorry!" The bartender raised his hands in surrender. "Just askin'!"
"You're always 'just askin',' Charlie." Conchobar mumbled into his Guinness as he finished off the pint and Sara made her way back over to the bar.
"All right. Danny and Jake..." Conchobar looked up at her inquiringly. "My partners, will meet us up here at seven."
"US?" Conchobar raised an eyebrow at the detective.
"Yeah...I'm not leaving your side until I'm sure he's not coming back for you."
Conchobar's lips turned up into a sly grin. "You promise, Detective?"
Sara saw the bartender watching the duo closely from her peripheral vision and kept her eyes locked on Conchobar's face at the same time.
"I do..." Sara returned the sly grin and sat down on the barstool next to the singer. It was going to be a long, glorious night...
*
Next time on Witchblade...Conchobar sings! *YIPPEE!!* And who's for Pez & Conchobar again...?? *hint, hint, wink, wink* Stay tuned, and please review! I, once again, apologize for lack of updates. I'm getting as much done at a time as I can...which isn't much. Usually about 5 minutes a sitting...SO not good for my will to write at all costs...But again...I hope you like the chapter...I don't like it too much myself... :\