Author: Fire
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Summary: What if Jake and Sara shared a connection?
Author's Notes: Okay so I am a Jake/Sara shipper! So sue me! I just like those two together. Please read and and review, anything is welcome!
Jake McCartey watched his partner Sara walk through the police station, his eyes automaticaly going to the silver and red bracelet on her right wrist. Everyone thought that she was strange, some even called her a witch. She got out of impossiable situations, not only alive but most of the time the suspects or suspect dead, when there should have been noway that she should have live through it. She solved cases that everyone else had deemed unslovable.
Jake caught her staring off into space, somtimes for hours at a time, unconsiously rubbing the bracelet that adorned her wrist. If you looked close enough you would swear that it glowed at her touch. He thought that he heard her mutter 'damn Witchblade' more than once, while a scowl furrowed her brow. Then there was Kennath Irons, a billionair that had taken a sudden intrest in Sara several months prior. This was one of the richest men in the world, and he was almost obsessed with her and her activites. Jake could recall the grimice whenever Irons called her, but she always seemed to rush off right after he called.
But all this didn't bother Jake, none of the strange and unuasual things that went on didn't bother him in the least. He had had dreams for years, strangely real dreams. In some he was standing in the shadows while a woman poured a strange metal into a cast, watching the metal flow one would almost think that it was alive, that it had a mind of its own. After it had hardened he saw the same woman set a brillant red stone in its center, then gental kiss the stone. In others he is in a battle feild, riding into battle beside a woman in gleaming armor with a gauntlet shining in the sun. The dreams are always so real, so real in fact that he could hear the sound of horse hooves pounding on the hard earth, feel the sun beating down on his face, smell the blood that was staining the ground red, but worse of all he could hear the screams and moans of those wounded and dieing on the battle feild. He always woke up hearing the tormented voices still ringing in his ears.
Jake had seen many times and places in his dreams, each just as real as the last. He had always thought that all the women in the dreams were different people, but upon closer inspection, they all had the same face, subtal differances but still the same face; Saras face. If they had started after he had met her then he could just chalk it up to infacutaion, but the truth was that they had started before he had ever even heard her name.
Everyone thought that he was just a Rookie cop, wet behind the ears and watching his partners every move to gain insight on how to be a good cop. He already knew how to be a good cop, hell he wasn't even really a cop, he was a deparment of justice agent on loan to the F.B.I. It was ironic when he really thought about it, he had always thought that was just wha thtey were, dreams. Then he had walked into work one day and there walking through the throng of cops was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, he froze in his tracks, he couldn't breath, he couldn't move. Everything that he had forced himself to belive was shattered in one instant. Here was his dreams come to life, and n that instant, he knew that he could never leave her. Since then he had made himself pay more attention to his dreams, look and listen more closely, learn from what they were trying to tell him. Now that he did, small little details were coming to him, he was seeing the color of her eyes through the battle helmet, he could sense her emotions when he stood by her side. The emotions were the hardest to deal with, in every dream he had Saras feelings had hit him like a torent. He knew that he was her protecter, and that he was the gaurdian of the blade. In every lifetime that had been his total reason for existing, he had been there when it was created, he had watched the first bearer lay on the ground dying in a pool of her own blood, he had watched Jon of Arc buring at the stake, he had watched as Cleopatrica captivated thousands. Each bearer was beautiful beyond imagination, stronger that anyone living on earth at that time. But through it all Saras emotions had remained the same, she loved him, cherished him. In one dream, the only one in which he had died first he died in her arms, as the light faded from his eyes he saw the total anguish in her's, he had felt her lips press to his in a gental kiss of goodbye, the last thing he heard before he died, was her screaming for him not to leave her and professing her love.
Jake pushed all his thoughts out of his mind when he saw her getting closer to him, he put hsi cocky smile in place and leaned against the door frame at the entrance of their office.
"Hey Pez." He greeted holding out a cup of steaming coffee. She took it and smiled.
"Hey Partner." She walked into the office with him close behind, and as she buried her nose in a clase file Jake sat down in his chair right across the desk from her's. He proped his feet on the cluttered desk and laced his fingers behind his head.
He couldn't tell her now, soon, but not yet. Until then he would go on playing his role as the rookie cop, watching her from afar, protecting her as much as he could without her knowing about it. He knew that no matter what that this was his destiny, and you can't change destiny. He had loved her for a thousand life times and would love her for a thousand more. The witchblade had chosen him as its gaurdian and it's weilders protecter, in that he was certine. He had loved her since before he was born, she was reason for living, she was his destiny.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! If they did it wouldn't have been canceled!
Archive: Just let me know where it's going!
Summary: What if Jake and Sara shared a connection?
Author's Notes: Okay so I am a Jake/Sara shipper! So sue me! I just like those two together. Please read and and review, anything is welcome!
Jake McCartey watched his partner Sara walk through the police station, his eyes automaticaly going to the silver and red bracelet on her right wrist. Everyone thought that she was strange, some even called her a witch. She got out of impossiable situations, not only alive but most of the time the suspects or suspect dead, when there should have been noway that she should have live through it. She solved cases that everyone else had deemed unslovable.
Jake caught her staring off into space, somtimes for hours at a time, unconsiously rubbing the bracelet that adorned her wrist. If you looked close enough you would swear that it glowed at her touch. He thought that he heard her mutter 'damn Witchblade' more than once, while a scowl furrowed her brow. Then there was Kennath Irons, a billionair that had taken a sudden intrest in Sara several months prior. This was one of the richest men in the world, and he was almost obsessed with her and her activites. Jake could recall the grimice whenever Irons called her, but she always seemed to rush off right after he called.
But all this didn't bother Jake, none of the strange and unuasual things that went on didn't bother him in the least. He had had dreams for years, strangely real dreams. In some he was standing in the shadows while a woman poured a strange metal into a cast, watching the metal flow one would almost think that it was alive, that it had a mind of its own. After it had hardened he saw the same woman set a brillant red stone in its center, then gental kiss the stone. In others he is in a battle feild, riding into battle beside a woman in gleaming armor with a gauntlet shining in the sun. The dreams are always so real, so real in fact that he could hear the sound of horse hooves pounding on the hard earth, feel the sun beating down on his face, smell the blood that was staining the ground red, but worse of all he could hear the screams and moans of those wounded and dieing on the battle feild. He always woke up hearing the tormented voices still ringing in his ears.
Jake had seen many times and places in his dreams, each just as real as the last. He had always thought that all the women in the dreams were different people, but upon closer inspection, they all had the same face, subtal differances but still the same face; Saras face. If they had started after he had met her then he could just chalk it up to infacutaion, but the truth was that they had started before he had ever even heard her name.
Everyone thought that he was just a Rookie cop, wet behind the ears and watching his partners every move to gain insight on how to be a good cop. He already knew how to be a good cop, hell he wasn't even really a cop, he was a deparment of justice agent on loan to the F.B.I. It was ironic when he really thought about it, he had always thought that was just wha thtey were, dreams. Then he had walked into work one day and there walking through the throng of cops was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, he froze in his tracks, he couldn't breath, he couldn't move. Everything that he had forced himself to belive was shattered in one instant. Here was his dreams come to life, and n that instant, he knew that he could never leave her. Since then he had made himself pay more attention to his dreams, look and listen more closely, learn from what they were trying to tell him. Now that he did, small little details were coming to him, he was seeing the color of her eyes through the battle helmet, he could sense her emotions when he stood by her side. The emotions were the hardest to deal with, in every dream he had Saras feelings had hit him like a torent. He knew that he was her protecter, and that he was the gaurdian of the blade. In every lifetime that had been his total reason for existing, he had been there when it was created, he had watched the first bearer lay on the ground dying in a pool of her own blood, he had watched Jon of Arc buring at the stake, he had watched as Cleopatrica captivated thousands. Each bearer was beautiful beyond imagination, stronger that anyone living on earth at that time. But through it all Saras emotions had remained the same, she loved him, cherished him. In one dream, the only one in which he had died first he died in her arms, as the light faded from his eyes he saw the total anguish in her's, he had felt her lips press to his in a gental kiss of goodbye, the last thing he heard before he died, was her screaming for him not to leave her and professing her love.
Jake pushed all his thoughts out of his mind when he saw her getting closer to him, he put hsi cocky smile in place and leaned against the door frame at the entrance of their office.
"Hey Pez." He greeted holding out a cup of steaming coffee. She took it and smiled.
"Hey Partner." She walked into the office with him close behind, and as she buried her nose in a clase file Jake sat down in his chair right across the desk from her's. He proped his feet on the cluttered desk and laced his fingers behind his head.
He couldn't tell her now, soon, but not yet. Until then he would go on playing his role as the rookie cop, watching her from afar, protecting her as much as he could without her knowing about it. He knew that no matter what that this was his destiny, and you can't change destiny. He had loved her for a thousand life times and would love her for a thousand more. The witchblade had chosen him as its gaurdian and it's weilders protecter, in that he was certine. He had loved her since before he was born, she was reason for living, she was his destiny.