He had hoped that after helping her with the Irish massacre she was willing
to trust him. And after passing the Periculum willing to accept what the
blade longs to tell her. Ian had been so eager to revel their connection to
each other he had gone to her that night. Leaving behind any inhibitions
and openly profess his love for her. Giving her the knowledge that he
longed to server her. If only she would simply ask. But his eagerness had
left him unprepared for Sara's instant rejection, leaving him crushed and
confused. He should have realized that Sara was still unwilling to accept
the kind of man he really was. To use the blade and pierce beyond the veil
of illusion in which Kenneth's own deceptive hands had so cleverly painted.
Ian wanted to shut his eyes against the image of disdain mirrored on Sara's beautiful face. Yet in doing so would only submit him to the onslaught of visions brought upon by the blade. Ian could not understand the reasons behind the blade's visions, all he could do was accept and continue to believe in its purpose. But his will was slowly waning as he watches the myriad of emotions reflected in her eyes and the feel of hatred still lingered in her heart. Once again Ian felt trapped, this time between Sara and the Witchblade.
It was obvious to Sara that the blade refused to end its session with her. There was no reasonable explanation why the blade chose to illustrate Nottingham's obscure lifestyle. But then again she was talking about the Witchblade: a sentient, supernatural, weapon that can only be wielded by a woman. Irons once told her that only a true wielder could fully understand the mysteries surrounding the blade. Nonetheless, there was still so much more she needed to learn and understand. Even with passing the Periculum she realized the possibilities were endless. Yet that does not explain why it was continuing to show her Nottingham. It had already proven to her that the man could not be trusted with her life.
"Are you sure about that, Pez." the calm and familiar voice jerked her out of her thoughts.
"Danny!?" She watched him appear before her like some ghost. Which wasn't a problem since he was dead. However the confusing part wasn't about seeing her dead partner but seeing him here in her visions.
"Just what the hell are you doing here, Danny?"
"Gee Pez. I thought you'd be happy to see me?" Danny clutched at his chest trying in vain to sound hurtful. Sara could see the amusement in Danny's eyes and the slight lift from the corners of his mouth, trying hard not to smile.
"Its always good to see you partner. But…" Sara let the sentence trail off when she eyed his unusual fashion. He wore the exact same black and yellow oriental robes the day of the Periculum. He was there her that night holding her hand, telling her that they could touch now because she was dying. Without hesitation, Sara lifted her hand to touch Danny's face. Only to have her fingers pass through him as if he didn't really exist.
She was both relieved and sadden as she watches her hand pass through him. Relief to know that she wasn't dying but sad because it was a constant reminder that her partner was still dead. Sara's confused gaze locked with his. Trying to find a possible explanation behind the pools of his dark eyes. She wasn't too surprise when she didn't find any answers but she did see the humor in them.
"Relax Pez your not dying" Danny found it difficult to hide the smile as he spoke.
"I'll relax if you can answer a few questions for me; Wise Asian master."
"All right" Sara's eyebrow lifted at his quick response. It seemed to be too easy but Sara wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you and all. But why are you here, Danny?"
"Moral support" His simple statement left her confused more then his Chinese proverbs and cryptic sayings.
"Moral support? For what?" Lifting her eyebrows, Sara waited for a response. Danny remained silent.
"Fine. Could you at least explain to me why this crazy thing has been showing me Nottingham?"
"That's not my department Pez. Like Irons told you only the true wielder knows all the secrets the blade holds. You have to figure this one out partner."
"Argh!" Sara screamed out her frustration and buried her face in her hands. Danny was amused by his partner's feeble attempt to understand what was going on around her. There was no doubt in his mind that Sara Pezzini was an extraordinary police officer. Even without the Witchblade her detective skills were incredible. But it was a bit funny to watch. Danny could not understand why she was so unwilling to taking in what the blade tells her about Nottingham. It was easy enough to accept the bad parts about the man but everything else was too difficult for her to swallow. He seen the glow of the blade and instantly became serious.
"Have you accepted the Witchblade, Sara?"
"If you mean, have I accepted what I was destined to do? Then yes I have because I'm not afraid to, Danny." Her words a bit mumbled from the hands that covered her face. But there was no confusion with the sarcasm that laced her voice.
Danny sneaked a glance at the empty canvas that had once held the portrait of Joan of Arc. He watched as the image of Sara and Nottingham in the interrogation room reappeared.
Ian wanted to shut his eyes against the image of disdain mirrored on Sara's beautiful face. Yet in doing so would only submit him to the onslaught of visions brought upon by the blade. Ian could not understand the reasons behind the blade's visions, all he could do was accept and continue to believe in its purpose. But his will was slowly waning as he watches the myriad of emotions reflected in her eyes and the feel of hatred still lingered in her heart. Once again Ian felt trapped, this time between Sara and the Witchblade.
It was obvious to Sara that the blade refused to end its session with her. There was no reasonable explanation why the blade chose to illustrate Nottingham's obscure lifestyle. But then again she was talking about the Witchblade: a sentient, supernatural, weapon that can only be wielded by a woman. Irons once told her that only a true wielder could fully understand the mysteries surrounding the blade. Nonetheless, there was still so much more she needed to learn and understand. Even with passing the Periculum she realized the possibilities were endless. Yet that does not explain why it was continuing to show her Nottingham. It had already proven to her that the man could not be trusted with her life.
"Are you sure about that, Pez." the calm and familiar voice jerked her out of her thoughts.
"Danny!?" She watched him appear before her like some ghost. Which wasn't a problem since he was dead. However the confusing part wasn't about seeing her dead partner but seeing him here in her visions.
"Just what the hell are you doing here, Danny?"
"Gee Pez. I thought you'd be happy to see me?" Danny clutched at his chest trying in vain to sound hurtful. Sara could see the amusement in Danny's eyes and the slight lift from the corners of his mouth, trying hard not to smile.
"Its always good to see you partner. But…" Sara let the sentence trail off when she eyed his unusual fashion. He wore the exact same black and yellow oriental robes the day of the Periculum. He was there her that night holding her hand, telling her that they could touch now because she was dying. Without hesitation, Sara lifted her hand to touch Danny's face. Only to have her fingers pass through him as if he didn't really exist.
She was both relieved and sadden as she watches her hand pass through him. Relief to know that she wasn't dying but sad because it was a constant reminder that her partner was still dead. Sara's confused gaze locked with his. Trying to find a possible explanation behind the pools of his dark eyes. She wasn't too surprise when she didn't find any answers but she did see the humor in them.
"Relax Pez your not dying" Danny found it difficult to hide the smile as he spoke.
"I'll relax if you can answer a few questions for me; Wise Asian master."
"All right" Sara's eyebrow lifted at his quick response. It seemed to be too easy but Sara wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you and all. But why are you here, Danny?"
"Moral support" His simple statement left her confused more then his Chinese proverbs and cryptic sayings.
"Moral support? For what?" Lifting her eyebrows, Sara waited for a response. Danny remained silent.
"Fine. Could you at least explain to me why this crazy thing has been showing me Nottingham?"
"That's not my department Pez. Like Irons told you only the true wielder knows all the secrets the blade holds. You have to figure this one out partner."
"Argh!" Sara screamed out her frustration and buried her face in her hands. Danny was amused by his partner's feeble attempt to understand what was going on around her. There was no doubt in his mind that Sara Pezzini was an extraordinary police officer. Even without the Witchblade her detective skills were incredible. But it was a bit funny to watch. Danny could not understand why she was so unwilling to taking in what the blade tells her about Nottingham. It was easy enough to accept the bad parts about the man but everything else was too difficult for her to swallow. He seen the glow of the blade and instantly became serious.
"Have you accepted the Witchblade, Sara?"
"If you mean, have I accepted what I was destined to do? Then yes I have because I'm not afraid to, Danny." Her words a bit mumbled from the hands that covered her face. But there was no confusion with the sarcasm that laced her voice.
Danny sneaked a glance at the empty canvas that had once held the portrait of Joan of Arc. He watched as the image of Sara and Nottingham in the interrogation room reappeared.