Sara raised an eyebrow at Nottingham's smart-ass remark. This was
definitely the first; remembering how cocky he was the first time they had
meet. She had to admit she missed that about him. He had changed since
then, he had been more subservient since and she hated that. Sara wasn't
about to let him get the last word.
"Yeah…well you could have fooled me, Nottingham. With all that Black Dragon crap, who knows what you're capable of?" Ian's jaw clenched. She still didn't see him as a man, albeit not a normal man, but a man none the less.
"I am capable of a lot of things, Sa-ra." Ian looked down at her, for a fleeting moment locking his gaze with hers; it was soon broken when he lowered his head once again.
She had seen beneath his beard his jaw clenched. Sara had been ready for a verbal fight with Nottingham, she needed a way to release all her pent up frustration but Nottingham's statement left her speechless. The implication of his words ran through her mind. 'Capable of a lot of things..' Was the guy serious? His stoic face held no indication on how she should take the comment but his eyes held nothing more then heated…desire? The sarcastic remark she had was gone the moment she seen his eyes, instead cleared her throat and stared at the floor.
Ian smirked at the blush on Sara's face. She was beautiful she when she was caught off guard. These were the unguarded moments he loved about her. His smile soon faded remembering what she called him that day. Sara could never understand or realize how much her cruel words hurt him more then any one of Irons' punishments. If he knew the outcome of that day he would never have gone to her. Ian had hoped that after helping her at the Irish massacre she would be able to see him as a person she could trust. Yet she still refused to listen to the blade and had rejected him, labeling him as a 'freak'.
Despite the fact he never liked Conchobar, he still respected their relationship. He mourned for his lady's lost. It was the honorable thing to do, unlike her betraying partner. It was obvious Jake had feelings that ran deeper then just partners but Ian knew she didn't feel the same way. However, he may have been proven wrong when she came to his aid. Willing to use the blade against him to save her 'partner'.
May be there was more then just their platonic relationship. May be it was already too late for him. And if so, was it worth continuing this lifetime knowing that? It nearly killed him when she was with Conchobar. It was upsetting to think she chose McCarty over him. Then again Ian couldn't blame her, he never given them a chance. He may have memories from past lives, but this was all new to him, he didn't know how to approach Sara with these new feelings.
Sara watched him stand in his corner obviously deep in thought. This had been the first time she really took the time to look at him; then again this had been the only time he seemed he wasn't on guard and seemed a little more relaxed then usual. Had this been what he meant about 'unguarded moments'? Unguarded or not Sara saw something in him she never seen before. Or may be that 'something' had always been there but she just never bothered to look. It felt strangely familiar. Shaking her head, Sara pushed the thought aside.
The silence and the tension were growing thick, it had been over an hour since the elevator stopped and it was slowly getting hot. Sara had taken off her coat, tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress shirt. She chide at herself for not changing before coming to see Irons. But she had been so intent on wanting to go home and getting things over with, she didn't want to chance a trip back to the station just to be confronted by Dante. Sara sat back down in her corner, while rolling up her sleeves she eyed Nottingham. He had been on the phone talking to someone figuring out why it was taking so long.
"So what's the deal hot shot?"
She exclaimed when he hung up the phone. She untied her hair, pulling it up once more in a loose bun, hoping the one band she had would hold it in place for the time being. Then feebly fanning herself with her hands.
"It will be another hour or so."
He shifted his weight from one leg to another, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling from the rising heat. With the added weight of his overcoat and the layers of his long sleeves shirts, it was becoming a challenge not to strip down to his tank top in front of Sara. It was for her comfort rather than his. She was already seething with anger; it was useless to give her more ammo to use against him. Who knew what she would say if he made an unexpected act as to stripping. Or maybe it was more of a self-conscience feeling he had it when it came to his own body, thanks to the punishing hands of Kenneth Irons.
Sara stood up and began pacing the already small area of the elevator. She reminded Ian of a caged animal, a lioness, and ready to pounce at the slightest impression that deemed treating or annoying. Since Ian was the only other person in the elevator car she would use him as her prey.
"I can't believe this! First I have a lousy day in court, your master summons me like I'm you, wanting to apologize and now I'm going to be stuck here for another hour or so with you!" He could understand why she hated him so much, but what significantly bothered him were the fact she loathed him even more then Kenneth Irons. Even Irons had some respite from her vicious onslaught at times. Ian continued to eye her from his bowed head.
"Sara would you please stop yelling?" Ian calmly asked.
"No I will not stop yelling, Nottingham! What the hell am I suppose to do for another 'hour or so' in this damn inferno?"
The rising temperature and unrelenting bickering from Sara slowly took its toll on Ian's already waning patience. With a defeated sigh, Ian gave into his own needs. If he was going to be Sara's punching bag, he might as well be comfortable too. Without a second thought, Ian slowly discarded the layers of clothes.
"Yeah…well you could have fooled me, Nottingham. With all that Black Dragon crap, who knows what you're capable of?" Ian's jaw clenched. She still didn't see him as a man, albeit not a normal man, but a man none the less.
"I am capable of a lot of things, Sa-ra." Ian looked down at her, for a fleeting moment locking his gaze with hers; it was soon broken when he lowered his head once again.
She had seen beneath his beard his jaw clenched. Sara had been ready for a verbal fight with Nottingham, she needed a way to release all her pent up frustration but Nottingham's statement left her speechless. The implication of his words ran through her mind. 'Capable of a lot of things..' Was the guy serious? His stoic face held no indication on how she should take the comment but his eyes held nothing more then heated…desire? The sarcastic remark she had was gone the moment she seen his eyes, instead cleared her throat and stared at the floor.
Ian smirked at the blush on Sara's face. She was beautiful she when she was caught off guard. These were the unguarded moments he loved about her. His smile soon faded remembering what she called him that day. Sara could never understand or realize how much her cruel words hurt him more then any one of Irons' punishments. If he knew the outcome of that day he would never have gone to her. Ian had hoped that after helping her at the Irish massacre she would be able to see him as a person she could trust. Yet she still refused to listen to the blade and had rejected him, labeling him as a 'freak'.
Despite the fact he never liked Conchobar, he still respected their relationship. He mourned for his lady's lost. It was the honorable thing to do, unlike her betraying partner. It was obvious Jake had feelings that ran deeper then just partners but Ian knew she didn't feel the same way. However, he may have been proven wrong when she came to his aid. Willing to use the blade against him to save her 'partner'.
May be there was more then just their platonic relationship. May be it was already too late for him. And if so, was it worth continuing this lifetime knowing that? It nearly killed him when she was with Conchobar. It was upsetting to think she chose McCarty over him. Then again Ian couldn't blame her, he never given them a chance. He may have memories from past lives, but this was all new to him, he didn't know how to approach Sara with these new feelings.
Sara watched him stand in his corner obviously deep in thought. This had been the first time she really took the time to look at him; then again this had been the only time he seemed he wasn't on guard and seemed a little more relaxed then usual. Had this been what he meant about 'unguarded moments'? Unguarded or not Sara saw something in him she never seen before. Or may be that 'something' had always been there but she just never bothered to look. It felt strangely familiar. Shaking her head, Sara pushed the thought aside.
The silence and the tension were growing thick, it had been over an hour since the elevator stopped and it was slowly getting hot. Sara had taken off her coat, tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress shirt. She chide at herself for not changing before coming to see Irons. But she had been so intent on wanting to go home and getting things over with, she didn't want to chance a trip back to the station just to be confronted by Dante. Sara sat back down in her corner, while rolling up her sleeves she eyed Nottingham. He had been on the phone talking to someone figuring out why it was taking so long.
"So what's the deal hot shot?"
She exclaimed when he hung up the phone. She untied her hair, pulling it up once more in a loose bun, hoping the one band she had would hold it in place for the time being. Then feebly fanning herself with her hands.
"It will be another hour or so."
He shifted his weight from one leg to another, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling from the rising heat. With the added weight of his overcoat and the layers of his long sleeves shirts, it was becoming a challenge not to strip down to his tank top in front of Sara. It was for her comfort rather than his. She was already seething with anger; it was useless to give her more ammo to use against him. Who knew what she would say if he made an unexpected act as to stripping. Or maybe it was more of a self-conscience feeling he had it when it came to his own body, thanks to the punishing hands of Kenneth Irons.
Sara stood up and began pacing the already small area of the elevator. She reminded Ian of a caged animal, a lioness, and ready to pounce at the slightest impression that deemed treating or annoying. Since Ian was the only other person in the elevator car she would use him as her prey.
"I can't believe this! First I have a lousy day in court, your master summons me like I'm you, wanting to apologize and now I'm going to be stuck here for another hour or so with you!" He could understand why she hated him so much, but what significantly bothered him were the fact she loathed him even more then Kenneth Irons. Even Irons had some respite from her vicious onslaught at times. Ian continued to eye her from his bowed head.
"Sara would you please stop yelling?" Ian calmly asked.
"No I will not stop yelling, Nottingham! What the hell am I suppose to do for another 'hour or so' in this damn inferno?"
The rising temperature and unrelenting bickering from Sara slowly took its toll on Ian's already waning patience. With a defeated sigh, Ian gave into his own needs. If he was going to be Sara's punching bag, he might as well be comfortable too. Without a second thought, Ian slowly discarded the layers of clothes.