Disclaimer - The only things I own are my original characters and the idea that the Witchblade is one of the four Hallows of Ireland...the Hallows themselves belong to the Irish people and their rich mythology.

Author's note - this is a) my first witchblade fic and b) I didn't get to watch a hole lot of season

2 so some things are the same and some things aren't....Irons is dead...Sara knows about

Jake and his assignment (don't know if that happened in the show)...Nottingham didn't

contact the Black Dragons to kill Sara...that's all I can think of at the moment, if I think

of anything else I'll let you guys know =)

Guardian of the Hallows

Looking out the hotel window at the skyline of New York Rhiannon felt the presence of the Hollows as well as the wielders. The sword and the stone had found their wielders, but the Lance still cried out for its true wielder. Kenneth Irons had been misguided in trying to wield it and had so paid the price for his foolishness with his life. Turning away from the window Rhiannon picked up her jacket and keys before walking out the door. Her time was running out, like sand slipping though an hourglass and she still had a few things to finish before she could accept death's embrace.

Entering the attached parking garage she made her way unerringly to where her brother had parked her bike. Tucking her hair inside her helmet Rhiannon started the bike and after a few minuets eased into the late night traffic. She had to find the wielder of the blade and the wielder of the stone before what dear old Kenneth had set into motion had a chance to be completed.

Her instincts lead her to a police precinct in another part of the city. Taking the helmet off she shook the tangles out of her hair before proceeding inside. Still following her instincts Rhiannon dodged patrolmen and detectives with ease, finally stopping before a closed office door. Looking at the names on the door, Danny Woo and Sara Pezzini she immediately know that Sara was the blade's wielder.

As she raised her hand to knock the door opened and Rhiannon came face to face with someone she had never wanted to see again, Jake McCartey. Without bothering to think Rhiannon reached out and hit him. Watching Jake fall to the ground like a lump of cement Rhiannon allowed a small smile to grace her lips, completely oblivious to the looks of shock and outrage she was receiving from the room's two other occupants.

Leaning against the door frame Rhiannon waited for him to get back up, hoping that she would have another reason to hit him. Instead Jake stood there and stared at her.

"What McCartey? I warned you last time I saw you that I would do something of that nature when I saw you again."

"Damn you Rhiannon, it wasn't my fault."

Raising an eyebrow she just looked at him not saying anything. Under her gaze Jake seemed to shrink in size. Glaring at her he reached out, snagging her wrist and jerked her inside closing the door behind her. As soon as the door closed Rhiannon jerked her wrist out of his grasp and would have hit him, had he not backed away so quickly.

Leaning back against the door Rhiannon studied the room's two other occupants. The man she assumed to be Danny Woo was taller than her, his hair long, reaching his shoulders, and his movements told the tale of a martial artist. In Sara, Rhiannon saw many aspects of past wielders. Sara was taller than her as well, but then she did only stand 5 foot 2 inches. Her hair was long, dark and thick was held away from her face in a pony tail. Her movements compared to her partner's were jerky, making Rhiannon frown internally. Leaving it alone until later, she instead focused her attention on Jake.

"You almost got my brother killed McCartey. Be glad it was over a year ago, if any less time had passes you'd be a dead man."

"It was an accident Rhiannon. And if you would bother remembering you'd remember that I nearly died that night as well!"

Raising an eyebrow Rhiannon looked at him for a moment before responding, "And that would matter to me why? You seem to have forgotten how I feel about blonde surfer boys."

"What ever. Why are you here? Last time I heard Cian was safe and sound, living somewhere in Dublin."

Settling a bit more comfortably against the closed door she closed her eyes for a moment before fixing Jake with a look that rooted him to the spot where he stood.

"Do they know Jake?"

She watched his internal struggle for a brief moment before closing her eyes again. She was so tired, fighting with Jake always did that to her. And fight they had for so long, he was after all her twin brother's best friend.

"Sara knows why?"

"Because there is going to be trouble of a kind."

"What do you mean Rhiannon? Because last time I knew your job had nothing to do with mine."

"Last I checked this wasn't part of your job. Truthfully Jake I didn't know that you were here. If I had know it would have been your superiors filling you in because I don't have the energy to deal with you right now."

Danny choose that moment to regain his voice, preventing another argument from starting, earning him brownie points with Rhiannon.

"I hate to interrupt this touching reunion but what is it that I don't know?"

Sara had to answer as Jake was too busy glaring at Rhiannon where she leaned weakly against the door.

"Danny Jake isn't a rookie, he's an F.B.I. agent. He's here to bust a bunch of crooked cops called the white bulls."

As Sara tired to explain to her partner Rhiannon focused her energy on staying upright. She was weakening too quickly for what she had yet to do. Taking a step towards Jake she suddenly felt the little strength she had left leave her. The last thing she remembered before everything went black was the feeling of her head hitting the edge of a desk with a muted "thud".

From across the street Ian Nottingham watched the collapse of his friend. He wanted to rush to her side and make sure she was going to recover but know he could not. Sighing he continued his vigil from across the street, his only companion being a small flame of hope.