Elektra/Daredevil

Written By: Angel of Neptune

Disclaimer

I do not; in anyway, own Daredevil or Elektra, who both are a part of Marvel. This fan fiction merely uses the characters involved within those two comics.

Title: Returning to You

Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama/Action

Setting: Right after the Elektra movie

Author's Note

This is my first ever Elektra/Daredevil fan fiction I have ever written. Please read and review. Comments and flames alike are welcome; however, one is preferred over the other. ;) Enjoy and happy reading.

Summary: After Elektra's adventure with the Millers, she returns to Hell's Kitchen; to Daredevil where she has to face new and more difficult challenges along with the return of an old 'friend.'

Prologue

In my life, there had only been a handful of people I even dared to care about. Most of them, however, had been taken away from me, which is why I refuse to allow myself to care for anyone now of days. Whenever something good happens to me, it doesn't last long at all. I lost my mother, my father, and the one man I even tried to love: Matt Murdock, also known as the one and only Daredevil who roams Hell's Kitchen.

I remember the day I met Matt. All I saw in him was a blind lawyer. He was very determined about his job. He didn't care about the pay unlike his partner, Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson. Foggy wanted to be paid in money, not useless objects. You can't blame the guy. You need to make a living.

My father was killed by Bullseye, but I was lead to believe it was Daredevil. I tried to get my revenge on my father's murder: The Daredevil. When I stabbed him in the shoulder, I felt so proud. I wanted to watch him die, so I took off his mask. I stared right into Matt's grey eyes as my stomach turned over into my knots. I had the wrong man. Bullseye killed me that day…

I haven't seen Matt since.

After what you can rightfully call my rebirth, I was given a job to kill a young thirteen year old and her father: Abby and Mark Miller. Abby had been a martial arts prodigy since her infant years, such as myself. Remarkably, I related to her on so many levels. I found myself connecting more and more as the time went on, not only to her, but her father. Instead of murdering them like I had originally intended, I ended up protecting them from The Hand, who wanted Abby to use as a weapon in their war. After saving the both of them, I had to get myself away from them. My mind was still on Matt. I couldn't risk falling into their lives permanently.

I have to admit, Abby was the one who gave me my true life back. She showed me there was a lot more to it then just my so-called job. She showed me who I really was. She showed me that I could be caring all over again… like I was when I was with Mr. Murdock, which is why I'm heading back to New York; to Hell's Kitchen to find the Daredevil once more.

There was a problem: How do I approach a man who believes that I'm dead?

Chapter One

Same Old, Same Old

Matt Murdock's Apartment

Hell's Kitchen was a pretty rough neighbor in the city of Manhattan, New York, not really one to properly raise a family, but those who did had to be ready to defend for themselves in any occasion. The same could be said about Matt Murdock. He remembered the days where the local bullies would pick on him because his father, Jack "The Devil" Murdock told me to never hit anything other than books. He also remembered the day he had kicked their asses very easily after he became blind. The thought brought a smirk to his face. Three bullies, all bigger than him, beaten by a little blind boy.

Matt rested within his 'bed' chamber silently, allowing the cool water to relax his aching body. Being the man without fear really took a toll on his body psychically and mentally, mind you. Every night it was always the same… Patrol the neighbor to serve justice and then returning to his job as a lawyer during the daylight hours. However, he had decided that he would take a personal day off tomorrow. Even heroes needed some down time every now and again, just like everyone else; they were normal human beings behind the mask.

Then again, what was normal now of days?

His hand rested against his chest, the tips of his fingers running over the silver charm necklace on his neck that Elektra had left him. He had only been joking when he asked if it came in braille. He was far from being serious, but it was really the only thing that reminded him of her. He still couldn't believe she was gone. She was the only woman he really did trust. She was the first woman to see what his life was really about. She held many firsts, honestly.

He spent nights like these thinking what could have happened if Bullseye didn't murder Elektra. Would he finally been able to settle down with the woman of his dreams and start a family away from Hell's Kitchen? Would he have hung up his mask for the last time? Nights like this made his stomach feel like it was tied in tight knots. He promised himself he wouldn't cry anymore either. The whole situation was really out of hand. There wasn't even a funeral for Elektra either. Her body, as the reports claimed, had vanished into thin air, never to be seen again. Someone had purposely stolen her body and for all that he knew it could have been some sick rapist. Who knew? The things he handled being a lawyer, there were possibilities for anything.

Matt took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep what-so-ever if these haunting thoughts and images didn't disappear. The last thing he wanted was another nightmare this time. He wanted to have a peaceful night with an actual pleasant dream, but he knew it was well out of reach, of course, just as always.

The Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen

Elektra stood on the roofs in the center of Hell's Kitchen in the middle of the night. She knew this was a perfect place to wait for the Daredevil; however, there was always a chance that he wouldn't show in this part of the neighborhood. It was a chance that she would have to take, considering that she didn't really want to show up at his apartment at four in the morning. Her arms were folded over her chest as her foot tapped against the roofing. A long black trench coat hid her figure and classic red uniform, along with her sais.

The time of day wasn't the only reason why Elektra had decided to not go to find Matt Murdock herself. There was another reason; a reason that had been bothering her since she step onto the plane to this city. Matt watched her die. How do you confront a man who thinks you are supposed to be dead? What if Matt didn't believe her at all? What if he tried to attack her? Ha. Why would she be afraid if a blind man attacked her? She was a fearsome assassin, then again. No, she would simply tell him the truth, no matter how hard that seemed at the moment. It was damn right nearly impossible. It was going to be so hard to explain everything from the moment of her rebirth to now.

She rubbed her forehead slightly. Things like this never bothered her before, but just the thought of Matt made her shiver. He had always gotten under her skin in may ways before. Now a headache was growing upon her and she was nowhere near a reliable drug store.

"Great…" She mumbled under her breath to herself as she stepped up to the edge of the roof. Obviously, Daredevil wasn't going to show up. Matt did have a day job; one that actually brought home the bacon. He did need at least some decent amount of sleep for it. A very light sigh escaped her as she turned around to head to the nearest hotel.

Joe's Shop

Ah, Joe's Shop, their favorite diner on Twenty-Third Street. Matt sat across from his partner, Foggy Nelson. Both of them were enjoying a cup of coffee, as usual, debating the alligators in the sewers which were usually a hot topic for the two of them. Matt tried his hardest to get Foggy to see things his way, but Foggy wouldn't take it as an answer. He claims that he has a friend who has seen these so called alligators. Matt let it go for a while, but recently, the Post didn't mention them when a crew of men had to repair a broken pipe down in the sewers. He knew it was just a tabloid; a fib.

"Let's move on, shall we?" Foggy asked. "Daredevil. Have your thoughts changed about him?"

"Just look at the whole situation." Matt began. "A man in some goofy outfit saving the neighbor during the night hours, it's just not possible. Tabloids."

"Tabloids?" Foggy questioned. "Come on, Matt-"

"Have you seen a picture of this so-called 'Daredevil' aside from all the artistic work? No." Matt answered his own question. He knew if Foggy had seen a real photograph of Daredevil, he would have been the first to know. Foggy loved to report these urban legends; especially Daredevil and the alligators.

"There have been eyewitnesses, Matt." Foggy pointed out.

"Yes, but-" He paused and turned his head towards the door. His keen sense of smell picked up the scent of a woman. True to fact, a gorgeous woman stepped inside, smiling as she joined a group of friends towards the end of the room. Matt sighed lightly as he returned to their conversation. "They haven't really been reliable resources… The Kingpin, an assassin named Bullseye… Come on."

"You're still waiting for her to walk through that door, aren't you?" He asked, dropping his tone to a softer note.

Matt took a sip of his now cool coffee, staying silent for the longest while before answering, "In a way. It's just hard to believe that she's actually gone, you know? For all I know, she could have been the one."

"Hell, with money like that-"

"I wasn't talking about the money." Matt instantly interrupted. "Elektra was just… amazing in every way possible… and now I have to go to sleep at night wondering just where the hell her body is. For all we know, some sick-"

"I know, Matt… I know." Foggy said, trying to calm him down. "I'm sorry… Maybe you should head home and get some more rest. These last few days, you've really looked beat. We have a few important cases coming up."

He finished off his cup of coffee and then nodded, "Of course… Give me a call if something comes up." He mumbled, standing up and grabbing his maroon colored walking stick before exiting the diner.

Outside Matt Murdock's Apartment

It was his favorite view of the city. She remembered him telling her that when they met. He brought her up here just before it rained, claiming that when it rained, he could properly see again. She remembered the astonishment in his voice when he exclaimed that she was beautiful. She remembered him examining her charm necklace she had gotten from her mother when she was killed and, of course, she remembered him asking if it came in braille. That's when she went out of her way to get one custom made in brail just for him. She wanted to give it to him in person, but after her father's murder, avenging his dead was the only thing on her mind.

Elektra felt chills running down her spine. Someone was watching her. Firmly, she wrapped her hands around the hilts of her sais as he quickly turned around to only find out that she was standing just mere feet away from Matt Murdock himself. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out as she straightened herself out.

Matt himself was having a hard time believing what was in front of him. The scent matched hers perfectly… He took his walking stick and carefully tapped it against the metal railing to set off his 'radar.' For the first time ever, he thought his unique radar was wrong. This wasn't at all possible. Elektra was dead. There was no way she could be standing right in front of him. He shook his head. He had to be seeing things, if that was in any way possible for a blind man.

She reached out towards him, "Matt." She said softly. "Matt, it's me. It's Elek-"

"Elektra's dead." He instantly replied.

"Matt, just listen to me." Elektra stated. "Everything doesn't seem right right now, but it will all make sense once I explain it all. I promise… I did die that night. Bullseye did kill me, but my sensei, Stick, he brought me back to life; he gave me another chance. I came back here to Hell's Kitchen to see you again. You were the only other person I dared to love, Matt. Do you understand?"

"How did he bring you back to life?" He questioned, not dropping his guard.

"With Kimagure. It's a technique that allows you to see what will happen before it actually happens." Elektra explained. "Stick mastered it and learned to use it many ways. He learned to bring the dead back to life, thus is why I'm standing right in front of you, Matt. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this."

"I-It's just hard to believe-" Matt began, but he heard a gun be fired off from a distance. Out of reaction, he jumped onto of Elektra and pushed her out of the way as the bullet zoomed by their heads.

Elektra gazed up towards him. He had her pinned down against the roofing. This caused her to smile lightly. "Nothing has changed in Hell's Kitchen, I see."

"Not really." He commented, smiling himself. "Let's get inside."

On a Rooftop not too far in the distance

A deep starchy growl escaped the back of his throat as he threw the worthless gun aside. Bullseye cursed under his breath. Guns really weren't his thing anyways. He preferred his cards, or paperclips, or pencils, the works; anything he would throw himself.

However, this was only his first attempt, there would be plenty more to come in the mere future. He had an assignment to complete. He pulled on his black hood over his bald head as he walked towards the fire escape.

To Be Continued