Blast from the past!  Bet you thought I abandoned this fic.  Er, I did.  But not forever, obviously.  In fact, I'm back with a second part, and quite possibly a third if the second is well received.  Yep, I'm aware that I've got all kinds of fics and projects to work on, but this one demanded to come out and play again.  So, please read and review! ^_^

Part One: So Happy Together

Chapter Four:

So Happy Together!

Standing under the streetlamps in front of her building, Sara and Ian both stared down at the Witchblade.  To outside appearances they almost seemed to be holding hands.  They weren't.

"Okay," Sara whispered almost soothingly to the sentient weapon.  "You can let go now.  I've learned my lesson."

The Witchblade flashed red once.  That was it.

"Oh come on," Sara whined.

Silence.

"Please?"

More flashing.  Ian was mesmerized by how the colours danced across the planes of Sara's face.  Even as she pouted.

"Fine," Sara snapped, before addressing him with narrow, not-so-happy eyes.  Her voice, when it came again, was somewhat snippy.  "I'm sorry—ow!  Ow!  Damn it!" she cried, rubbing at her wrist.  "Nottingham!..."  She took a deep breath and tried again.  "Ian, I apol—apologize for my cruel and insensitive behaviour."

She paused to glare back down at the Witchblade.  "What the hell else do you want from me?"

Ian watched wearily as her eyes widened and she stood utterly still for a full moment.  She then looked at him, and it wasn't a friendly look.  It wasn't an angry look either.  She cautiously stepped forward, stared at their bound wrists, then awkwardly put one arm around him in a sort of half-hug.

"I'm sorry.  You've helped me.  Thanks bunches."  With that she stepped back and watched quietly as the Witchblade unfurled from his wrist, seemingly satisfied.

"Right.  See you later, Nottingham."

"Isn't it customary to kiss now," he said quickly, not sure if he was ready to be free of her company yet.  He flinched when he realized what he had said.

"What?  You think that was a date?!  That wasn't a date!  Oh my god, that was a date!"  Sara walked away, waving her arms at her side and saying, "no no no..."  Then she walked back, looked at him, walked away, walked back, grabbed the blonde wig he was wearing and jerked him down into a kiss.  Drawing back, she said 'no' again, then practically ran.

Leaving a startled Ian standing all alone under the streetlamps, in a lop-sided blonde wig.

.End Part One.

Very short chapter, I know, but it's only the conclusion of this part.  I'm already writing on the second part, in fact, I am posting the first chapter of it along with this one.  As a sort of good faith promise, and apology for the wait between this chapter and the last.  The second should appeal to you shippers out there, seeing as it is more SPIN-centric.  A touch of romance, a touch of silly humour, even a spot of the old ultraviolence! ^.~

I actually kind of like what I have written so far, which is really odd for me.  But I'm biased, so I won't know if I've got anything worth continuing unless you reviewers let me know otherwise.  Yes, that was a shameless plea for reviews.  They seem to feed the muse, and the happy muse keeps me happy.

Thanks for all those who have reviewed and will review.  You guys make writing that much more special to me!  ^_^