Title: From The Mouths Of Babes
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: PG
Summery: What do assassins know about children? Um, the little girl might seem a bit different than what you are used to, but please keep in mind of youth and how much you out grow certain things.
Disclaimer: Me? Own witchblade? *Falls off seat laughing.*
It had been an uneventful day for Ian until Irons called him to his office. When he arrived, someone was already in there. He waited for Irons to call him in. Through the door, he could hear the whole conversation. The man Irons was discussing with sounded very nervous and very angry.
"Kenneth, they attacked my home! They took my wife!"
"I understand that, Jacob, but we can not just barge in on their activities. I will be dealing with this personally. Please calm yourself down."
"All right. I apologize, Kenneth."
"Fine, but we must leave immediately."
"But my daughter?"
"I have already arranged something. Ian, come in here."
Ian did as he was told and entered the room. Irons and Jacob were both standing and were preparing to leave.
"Ian, this man is Jacob Carver. He will be accompanying me out of the country for a few days. Meanwhile, you will stay here and protect his daughter. She will be staying here at the estate until we return, and since the staff is no longer here, the girl's care is in your hands. Do you understand what you must do?" He asked seriously.
"Yes, Sir." He replied instantly. Irons nodded to Jacob and they left the room. He followed the men out, down the stairs, and into the hallway.
Standing in the hallway was a small child, no more than six years old. She was dressed in blue overalls with pinkish purple butterflies with a matching shirt. She had two bags with her and a back pack she had over her shoulders. Her black hair was in two pigtails.
"Father, are we going now?" She asked as he passed her. He shook his head at her. He kneeled down to be at her level.
"No, Dear. I must go get your mother back. You're going to have to stay here a few days. This man over here will take care of you." His daughter looked behind him at Ian. Jacob patted her head. "I'll be back soon." He got up and nodded at Irons. The two of them then left the mansion, Jacob slamming the door behind them.
She watched her Father leave. The little girl's lip was trembling. She didn't like the idea of being left alone here, especially with the tall, dark man.
Ian walked up to the little child. She nearly fell over trying to look up at his face. She was barely half his height. He bent over a little so that she wouldn't have so much trouble. She looked up into his eyes, a task not many people could stand to do.
"Are you gonna be my baby-sitter?" She asked, a bit fearfully. This man was alot bigger than her and could definitely could hurt her.
"I guess, if that is what you call it. I am not sure. I simply know that I am to take care of you while you are here." He answered, trying to use a lesser vocabulary so that she would understand. She nodded.
"So what's your name?" She asked curiously. Ian felt that he would have to get used to answering questions all the time.
"My name is Ian Nottingham." He answered.
"What do I call you?" She asked. She started rocking on her feet.
"You can call me Ian." She nodded her head.
"Okay." She answered. She rocked a little too far back on her heels and fell over. Ian was worried she would begin to cry, but instead she began to laugh. She got up, still laughing, and brushed the dirt off her bottom.
This was an odd little girl. That's when he realized that he was only referring to her as 'girl'. This would not work if she was staying for a few days. "What is your name?"
"My name is Eliza Amelie Morgan Carver." She said grandly, even adding a little curtsey at the end. "But everyone calls me Eli." Then she stood up straight and stuck out her tongue at him. She laughed at the look he gave her.
'It is going to be a very long next couple of days.' Ian thought to himself.
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: PG
Summery: What do assassins know about children? Um, the little girl might seem a bit different than what you are used to, but please keep in mind of youth and how much you out grow certain things.
Disclaimer: Me? Own witchblade? *Falls off seat laughing.*
It had been an uneventful day for Ian until Irons called him to his office. When he arrived, someone was already in there. He waited for Irons to call him in. Through the door, he could hear the whole conversation. The man Irons was discussing with sounded very nervous and very angry.
"Kenneth, they attacked my home! They took my wife!"
"I understand that, Jacob, but we can not just barge in on their activities. I will be dealing with this personally. Please calm yourself down."
"All right. I apologize, Kenneth."
"Fine, but we must leave immediately."
"But my daughter?"
"I have already arranged something. Ian, come in here."
Ian did as he was told and entered the room. Irons and Jacob were both standing and were preparing to leave.
"Ian, this man is Jacob Carver. He will be accompanying me out of the country for a few days. Meanwhile, you will stay here and protect his daughter. She will be staying here at the estate until we return, and since the staff is no longer here, the girl's care is in your hands. Do you understand what you must do?" He asked seriously.
"Yes, Sir." He replied instantly. Irons nodded to Jacob and they left the room. He followed the men out, down the stairs, and into the hallway.
Standing in the hallway was a small child, no more than six years old. She was dressed in blue overalls with pinkish purple butterflies with a matching shirt. She had two bags with her and a back pack she had over her shoulders. Her black hair was in two pigtails.
"Father, are we going now?" She asked as he passed her. He shook his head at her. He kneeled down to be at her level.
"No, Dear. I must go get your mother back. You're going to have to stay here a few days. This man over here will take care of you." His daughter looked behind him at Ian. Jacob patted her head. "I'll be back soon." He got up and nodded at Irons. The two of them then left the mansion, Jacob slamming the door behind them.
She watched her Father leave. The little girl's lip was trembling. She didn't like the idea of being left alone here, especially with the tall, dark man.
Ian walked up to the little child. She nearly fell over trying to look up at his face. She was barely half his height. He bent over a little so that she wouldn't have so much trouble. She looked up into his eyes, a task not many people could stand to do.
"Are you gonna be my baby-sitter?" She asked, a bit fearfully. This man was alot bigger than her and could definitely could hurt her.
"I guess, if that is what you call it. I am not sure. I simply know that I am to take care of you while you are here." He answered, trying to use a lesser vocabulary so that she would understand. She nodded.
"So what's your name?" She asked curiously. Ian felt that he would have to get used to answering questions all the time.
"My name is Ian Nottingham." He answered.
"What do I call you?" She asked. She started rocking on her feet.
"You can call me Ian." She nodded her head.
"Okay." She answered. She rocked a little too far back on her heels and fell over. Ian was worried she would begin to cry, but instead she began to laugh. She got up, still laughing, and brushed the dirt off her bottom.
This was an odd little girl. That's when he realized that he was only referring to her as 'girl'. This would not work if she was staying for a few days. "What is your name?"
"My name is Eliza Amelie Morgan Carver." She said grandly, even adding a little curtsey at the end. "But everyone calls me Eli." Then she stood up straight and stuck out her tongue at him. She laughed at the look he gave her.
'It is going to be a very long next couple of days.' Ian thought to himself.