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"IAN CHRISTIAN NOTTINGHAM!"
Ian blinked and looked at Sara in confusion.
"Mi'Lady...'tis a surprise ta' see you again.Iye had thought you..." the thick Irish accent caught Sara off guard, but Ian stopped, looking around in confusion.
"Where am Iye?"
"New York City. One eleventh precinct," Sara replied, "Could you do me a favor? Tell me your name is?"
"Samuel," he replied, "Samuel-Patrick Balin,"
"Oh boy," sighed Sara, "Well, I'm Sara Pezzini. A pleasure to meet you."
"Sara?"
"Yes, don't ask questions. Just come with me, and whatever you do, don't say any thing to anyone unless I tell you to. We need to get to Irons. It sounded like whatever is going on over there is pretty bad. Then we need to check in with Gabriel, see if he's found any way to reverse this all."
Sara grabbed Ian/Samuel by the arm and dragged him towards the stairs. Ian/Samuel complied without protest. Sara smiled to her self. The Protector, ever trusting of his ward. They entered the precinct, where things were getting even odder.
The officers were now completely trashing the office. There were suspects ut of their holding cells, zoo animals running about, and a monkey hanging from a ceiling fan. A monkey that looked like.Dante? Sara pulled her gun from its holster, and aimed it at the primate, trying to get a good shot...
"Uy...L'dy Sara? Wha' exactly are you attemptin' ta' do?"
Sara glanced over to Ian/Samuel, then back to the monkey.
"Nothing," she said hastily, re-holstering her gun.
Ian/Samuel looked about the office, his eyes widening as he did so.
"Wha's..."
"Ian...Samuel...whoever, please don't ask. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Just consult the guy whose body you're inhabiting. I'm sure he'll explain."
With that, Sara hauled Ian/Samuel towards the door, and out into what passed for fresh air in NYC.
"Aye. Tha' explains 't," Ian/Samuel said, snapping out of his daze. Sara began to walk towards her motorcycle, but Ian/Samuel stopped, sensing an abnormal weight in his pocket. He reached in and pulled out a rabbit, looking at it quizzically.
"Ian's new little friend,"
"A rabbit?"
"Don't ask,"
Sara walked out into the parking lot and over to her motorcycle.
Ian/Samuel looked around in confusion, then down to the car keys he now held in his hand.
"Lady Sara, Iye fear that Iye am quite unable ta' drive, being it that Iye don't possess knowledge of any automobiles; as Ian has just pointed out," Samuel protested, tapping the side of his head.
"They we'll take my bike. I have and extra..." Sara trailed off as she saw a monkey run across the parking lot with the spare motorcycle helmet. Sara sighed.
"Figures,"
Samuel/Ian stared after the primate as Sara dragged him towards the SUV.
She climbed into the car, and Ian/Samuel paused for a moment.
"The other side," Sara sighed, gesturing to the passenger side door.
Ian/Samuel finally managed to work the handle of the car door,
"Why is his car so dirty?" Sara wondered aloud, seeing the mud caked onto its black surface as she climbed into the SUV. Ian/Samuel shrugged, and mimicked Sara in putting on his seat belt.
Sara gunned the motor and they peeled out of the parking lot. Ian/Samuel craned his neck, looking up at the skyscrapers in awe, and occasionally cringing as Sara swerved through traffic. Be it motorcycle or SUV, she liked to switch lanes quite frequently.
"Mi'Lady, the body Iye am inhabitin' has a sudden urge ta' go throu' those mud puddles," Samuel noted as they passed a rather messy area of dirt.
"Does he now?" Sara laughed. "That explains the mud on the car..."
"Does this Ian hav' much fun?" Samuel asked after a pause.
"Ian. he doesn't get out much,"
"You un' he do not spend much time toget'her?"
"No, not usually, no,"
"Why not?"
"We're not that close,"
Samuel nodded understandingly.
"Mi' wielder and Iye were not close. Iye loved 'er, but she did not return that affection."
"What happened?" Sara asked, sensing that there was more he wished to say.
"By th' time Laura realized tha' she did in fact love mi', tha' she 'ad been blinded by what society treated me as.it was too late,"
"Too late?"
"Iye was killed in battle," Samuel said plainly, staring straight ahead at the road.
"Battle against whom?"
Samuel was silent.
"Have I missed something?"
"The man oo' killed me was King Pelles, the brother of a druid Iye 'ad killed, wit'out much of a cause. Iye killed 'im for tha' secret of invisibility he possessed. Without Lauren's approval...Iye just wanted ta' be invisible...or in the state tha' Pelles finally put me."
"You mean..."
"Dead. Yeah. Iye wanted to die, but da' Blade prevented me from taking mi' own life. God knows Iye tried. It was a torture worse than death, ya' know. To see how much she despised me for being the man Iye was. The second to the king, I was. A man of power, but Iye allowed tha' King to take credit for the most Iye did. We were good friends, Arthur and Iye."
"Take credit?"
"Excalibur, for an' example. I wielded 't, but 't appeared so in history that he did. Tha' was fine wit me. Wit my dark past, Iye didn' blame 'em."
Silence passed for a few moments.
"He loves you, you know?"
"What?!"
But Ian/Samuel fell silent, the clouded look returning to his eyes.
"Damn. This being-possessed shit has got to go. It's getting way to complicated..."
"I apologize, Lady Sara, but the minds of certain protectors are too strong for me to repress." Ian said after a few moments.
"Yeah, well, the last guy seemed to be a pretty powerful mind."
"Thank you for putting up with it, Mi'Lady. I know it is an inconvenience to you."
"Ian, there is no need to apologize. I should apologize to you for dragging you into this."
Ian made no reply. Had Sara.apologized? To him? Was this truly Sara? He was tempted to reach over and check the temperature of the Detective's forehead. Perhaps she was sick...the glowing red eye of the blade caught his attention. Or perhaps Loki was trying to make good on his promise/threat... Sara steered the car up the hill, stopping at the large gates.
"Please identify yourself," a voice emanated from the intercom attached to the structure of the gate.
"Nottingham," replied Ian, leaning over Sara so that his voice could be heard.
"Mr. Nottingham? Boy, are we glad to see you, sir,"
"Explain, Mitchell,"
Well...you see...Mr. Irons has captured the east wing, sir. And he is holding four hostages, three security guards and Dr. Immo." The security guard replied over the intercom.
"I will be right up," Ian said, his voice void of any emotion that could be used to tell his mood.
"He has hostages?" Sara said, mainly to herself as she steered the car up the driveway and towards the mansion, "Last time I checked, he wasn't all that violent."
"Apparently the situation has changed drastically since I last checked in," Ian murmured.
"Great,"
"Perhaps it would be better if you went home, Sara. I don't want you to have to be involved in this." Ian said, catching onto Sara's exasperated tone.
"What? And miss your employer acting like a five year-old? I don't think so, Nottingham."
Ian sighed in defeat as Sara parked the car and got down gracefully, waiting for Ian to lead the way.
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Slight writers block on this one. Please forgive me!!!
Thanks again for the reviews. Keep it up and the next chapter will be really long...and much more interesting. Loki has a lot in store for our favorite perpetual couple. Muahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Except in that one alternate universe...but you need not be worried with that...
And now...the feature presentation:
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Chapter VIII **************************************************************************** *************
"IAN CHRISTIAN NOTTINGHAM!"
Ian blinked and looked at Sara in confusion.
"Mi'Lady...'tis a surprise ta' see you again.Iye had thought you..." the thick Irish accent caught Sara off guard, but Ian stopped, looking around in confusion.
"Where am Iye?"
"New York City. One eleventh precinct," Sara replied, "Could you do me a favor? Tell me your name is?"
"Samuel," he replied, "Samuel-Patrick Balin,"
"Oh boy," sighed Sara, "Well, I'm Sara Pezzini. A pleasure to meet you."
"Sara?"
"Yes, don't ask questions. Just come with me, and whatever you do, don't say any thing to anyone unless I tell you to. We need to get to Irons. It sounded like whatever is going on over there is pretty bad. Then we need to check in with Gabriel, see if he's found any way to reverse this all."
Sara grabbed Ian/Samuel by the arm and dragged him towards the stairs. Ian/Samuel complied without protest. Sara smiled to her self. The Protector, ever trusting of his ward. They entered the precinct, where things were getting even odder.
The officers were now completely trashing the office. There were suspects ut of their holding cells, zoo animals running about, and a monkey hanging from a ceiling fan. A monkey that looked like.Dante? Sara pulled her gun from its holster, and aimed it at the primate, trying to get a good shot...
"Uy...L'dy Sara? Wha' exactly are you attemptin' ta' do?"
Sara glanced over to Ian/Samuel, then back to the monkey.
"Nothing," she said hastily, re-holstering her gun.
Ian/Samuel looked about the office, his eyes widening as he did so.
"Wha's..."
"Ian...Samuel...whoever, please don't ask. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Just consult the guy whose body you're inhabiting. I'm sure he'll explain."
With that, Sara hauled Ian/Samuel towards the door, and out into what passed for fresh air in NYC.
"Aye. Tha' explains 't," Ian/Samuel said, snapping out of his daze. Sara began to walk towards her motorcycle, but Ian/Samuel stopped, sensing an abnormal weight in his pocket. He reached in and pulled out a rabbit, looking at it quizzically.
"Ian's new little friend,"
"A rabbit?"
"Don't ask,"
Sara walked out into the parking lot and over to her motorcycle.
Ian/Samuel looked around in confusion, then down to the car keys he now held in his hand.
"Lady Sara, Iye fear that Iye am quite unable ta' drive, being it that Iye don't possess knowledge of any automobiles; as Ian has just pointed out," Samuel protested, tapping the side of his head.
"They we'll take my bike. I have and extra..." Sara trailed off as she saw a monkey run across the parking lot with the spare motorcycle helmet. Sara sighed.
"Figures,"
Samuel/Ian stared after the primate as Sara dragged him towards the SUV.
She climbed into the car, and Ian/Samuel paused for a moment.
"The other side," Sara sighed, gesturing to the passenger side door.
Ian/Samuel finally managed to work the handle of the car door,
"Why is his car so dirty?" Sara wondered aloud, seeing the mud caked onto its black surface as she climbed into the SUV. Ian/Samuel shrugged, and mimicked Sara in putting on his seat belt.
Sara gunned the motor and they peeled out of the parking lot. Ian/Samuel craned his neck, looking up at the skyscrapers in awe, and occasionally cringing as Sara swerved through traffic. Be it motorcycle or SUV, she liked to switch lanes quite frequently.
"Mi'Lady, the body Iye am inhabitin' has a sudden urge ta' go throu' those mud puddles," Samuel noted as they passed a rather messy area of dirt.
"Does he now?" Sara laughed. "That explains the mud on the car..."
"Does this Ian hav' much fun?" Samuel asked after a pause.
"Ian. he doesn't get out much,"
"You un' he do not spend much time toget'her?"
"No, not usually, no,"
"Why not?"
"We're not that close,"
Samuel nodded understandingly.
"Mi' wielder and Iye were not close. Iye loved 'er, but she did not return that affection."
"What happened?" Sara asked, sensing that there was more he wished to say.
"By th' time Laura realized tha' she did in fact love mi', tha' she 'ad been blinded by what society treated me as.it was too late,"
"Too late?"
"Iye was killed in battle," Samuel said plainly, staring straight ahead at the road.
"Battle against whom?"
Samuel was silent.
"Have I missed something?"
"The man oo' killed me was King Pelles, the brother of a druid Iye 'ad killed, wit'out much of a cause. Iye killed 'im for tha' secret of invisibility he possessed. Without Lauren's approval...Iye just wanted ta' be invisible...or in the state tha' Pelles finally put me."
"You mean..."
"Dead. Yeah. Iye wanted to die, but da' Blade prevented me from taking mi' own life. God knows Iye tried. It was a torture worse than death, ya' know. To see how much she despised me for being the man Iye was. The second to the king, I was. A man of power, but Iye allowed tha' King to take credit for the most Iye did. We were good friends, Arthur and Iye."
"Take credit?"
"Excalibur, for an' example. I wielded 't, but 't appeared so in history that he did. Tha' was fine wit me. Wit my dark past, Iye didn' blame 'em."
Silence passed for a few moments.
"He loves you, you know?"
"What?!"
But Ian/Samuel fell silent, the clouded look returning to his eyes.
"Damn. This being-possessed shit has got to go. It's getting way to complicated..."
"I apologize, Lady Sara, but the minds of certain protectors are too strong for me to repress." Ian said after a few moments.
"Yeah, well, the last guy seemed to be a pretty powerful mind."
"Thank you for putting up with it, Mi'Lady. I know it is an inconvenience to you."
"Ian, there is no need to apologize. I should apologize to you for dragging you into this."
Ian made no reply. Had Sara.apologized? To him? Was this truly Sara? He was tempted to reach over and check the temperature of the Detective's forehead. Perhaps she was sick...the glowing red eye of the blade caught his attention. Or perhaps Loki was trying to make good on his promise/threat... Sara steered the car up the hill, stopping at the large gates.
"Please identify yourself," a voice emanated from the intercom attached to the structure of the gate.
"Nottingham," replied Ian, leaning over Sara so that his voice could be heard.
"Mr. Nottingham? Boy, are we glad to see you, sir,"
"Explain, Mitchell,"
Well...you see...Mr. Irons has captured the east wing, sir. And he is holding four hostages, three security guards and Dr. Immo." The security guard replied over the intercom.
"I will be right up," Ian said, his voice void of any emotion that could be used to tell his mood.
"He has hostages?" Sara said, mainly to herself as she steered the car up the driveway and towards the mansion, "Last time I checked, he wasn't all that violent."
"Apparently the situation has changed drastically since I last checked in," Ian murmured.
"Great,"
"Perhaps it would be better if you went home, Sara. I don't want you to have to be involved in this." Ian said, catching onto Sara's exasperated tone.
"What? And miss your employer acting like a five year-old? I don't think so, Nottingham."
Ian sighed in defeat as Sara parked the car and got down gracefully, waiting for Ian to lead the way.
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Slight writers block on this one. Please forgive me!!!
Thanks again for the reviews. Keep it up and the next chapter will be really long...and much more interesting. Loki has a lot in store for our favorite perpetual couple. Muahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
