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:
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."
Chapter Five
The Truth Unfolds
Doctor's Office
Amazingly enough, Elektra had taken up on Abby's advice two days later. It would be nice to kind of know what was really wrong with her, but honestly, it felt like she had been sitting here for hours, waiting the returning of the doctor who had stepped out of the room in the first place to get her test results back. Why was she being so nervous? Not only that, but why was this doctor taking so long? Did it mean they actually found something and something really was wrong with her?
Elektra felt her stomach jump up right into her throat at the thought. Seriously, she had never been this nervous in her life. Why now all of a sudden? This was all insane. Matt knew nothing about this either. He didn't know she had been sick earlier. She did her best to hide any of the symptoms from him. He didn't need the extra worry. No, of course, he didn't, but maybe he still should have known. Then again, he did care for her more than anyone else has, but it's too late now don't you think?
The long minutes were slowly passing by. It seemed like hours. Elektra shook her head, trying to rid herself of this stupid nervousness. She decided to busy herself behind one of the magazines sitting on the racket. She helped herself to one and started flipping through the pages at random, glancing down through the pages; scanning the many articles, searching for something to take her mind off of this. So far, nothing was coming up at all.
Okay, so this wasn't working either, she admitted to herself as she placed the magazine neatly back. Then, it got her attention… The magazine rack was so un-orderly… made if she tidied it up a bit- No. What the hell was she thinking? She took in a deep breath and slowly released it, telling herself to pull together. Come on, she was once the world's most lethal assassin. If word got out that the world's most lethal assassin is horrified by a simple doctor's visit, she could kiss her reputation good bye, that's for sure.
That thought made her regain some dignity, at least. She continued to take deep, calm breaths to relieve herself of the nausea stirring in her stomach. This technique had worked a few times. If she took her mind away from the fact that she was sick, she simply forgot about the whole thing, shockingly.
Upon loosing herself in her thoughts, the door to the room slowly began to open, jerking Elektra back into reality. Okay, this was it, she mentally told herself. She was simply going to find out what was wrong with her. The nice doctor would give her some medicine and everything would be alright, right? Her brightly glowing green eyes locked onto the doctor as he closed the door behind him.
"Well, Miss. Na…" He began.
"Natchios." She snapped. Honestly, why did everyone manage to screw up her last name? Was it that difficult to say? It was only Greek. It only belonged to the Greek ambassador. People these days.
"Miss. Natchios." The doctor repeated with a nod. "Yes, of course. Sorry about that. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with you at all, actually. Your symptoms are all normal for someone in your condition."
Elektra raised an eyebrow, "My condition? I've been constantly sick for nearly three weeks and its all normal?"
The doctor nodded, "Miss Natchios, what you have been experience is very normal… the morning sickness, the mood swings. You're pregnant, congratulations."
Elektra felt her mouth drop in shock as her eyes widened. Did he just say she think he said? Lightly, she shook her head as she narrowed her eyes slightly. This couldn't be possible. "I can't be pregnant, there's no way." She began.
"You did state earlier that you-"
"I know what I stated." Elektra replied sharply as she gathered her coat and stood up. "Excuse me."
Cemetery
Here she was, the brave assassin standing in front of her father's grave in the middle of the cemetery, rather silent. Her arms were folded over her chest as her coat blocked the chilling wind from reaching her skin. She had forgotten just how long she had been standing in this exact spot. It had literally felt like forever, truth be told.
She had finally come to accept the fact that, yes, she was indeed pregnant and it was indeed Matt's child for that matter. That thought lightened the mood slightly, but clearly not enough. She was an assassin. She just couldn't be pregnant. It was like telling her enemies that she was vulnerable. She hated even to be considered vulnerable.
A deep sigh escaped her as her eyes continued to stare down at the engraved carvings of the tombstone: Nicholas Natchios. The frown on her face deepened. She had been very close to her father after her mother died. Having him be taken away from her was the final straw that broke the camel's back. She wouldn't allow herself to cry. Why? Because she firmly believed that she was too good to cry. Crying was merely a sign of weakness and weakness was something she couldn't show at all.
She admitted… she came here for guidance. Standing in front of her father's grave normally gave her the strength she needed to solve her problems, but this time, it just wasn't happening.
"This is where the reluctant assassin turns where she has no where else to go, I see."
That voice; she knew that voice very well. It was a voice she was sometimes sick of hearing, however, this occasion was different. It was exactly the voice she wanted to hear, "What are you doing here old man?" She questioned, not bothering to turn around to face him.
"I'm here to help you in your time of need, Elektra." Stick replied. "Judging by your emotions, you surly need it."
Elektra scoffed, "I'm a warrior, Stick, not a mother figure."
"So I've noticed."
She finally turned around to face the blind man, frowning very lightly.
"With every passing generation, there is a new Treasure born into the war-" Stick began.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Elektra was quick to reply.
"Those who have mastered the art of Kimagure are able to see deep into the future, however it is a very tiring task to do properly." Stick answered.
"I still don't see what this has to do with anything." Elektra repeated.
"I have seen the future, Elektra," Stick explained. "and it looks very promising for our side at least because of the child you are carrying: the next Treasure."
The frown on Elektra's face grew as she stared at her old sensei, unable to determine if this was a good thing or a bad thing. She didn't want to get involved with this ancient war again. She had her taste of it and that was enough.
"You already know I don't want anything else to do with this war of yours." Elektra said in a low tone, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"I am well aware that you do not enjoy being dragged into this war." Stick replied. "However, my concern doesn't revolve around you. It's the destiny of the child to be the next Treasure. There will always be a Treasure… Generation after generation… The war between good and evil will never come to an end."
A slight sigh escaped from her, "What else do you know?"
"We will reach a point in time, where The Hand will fell pressured by our presents. They have sent back a messenger from their time to ours to stop the Treasure from being born." Stick answered. "They say this is a Treasure they could certainly do without… Which leads to my next question, is anyone after you, Elektra?"
"Bullseye." She quickly replied.
Stick nodded, "Of course, Bullseye. He's still being employed by the Kingpin who was bailed out of jail by Roshi, who got the messenger and arranged for all this to occur. I firmly believe that you would be safer at the compound-"
"For what it's worth, I don't believe Matt would want to leave Hell's Kitchen and I surely don't want to leave him behind." Elektra stated.
He nodded slightly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm not sure what to believe anymore." Elektra sighed. "Everything is happening very quickly, but I do know that I need to talk to Matt."
Murdock's and Nelson's Law Office
She released the breath she had been holding in as she entered the small law office. Instantly, she stepped in front of the secretary's desk, waiting for her to even bother to look up with the tiniest bit of interest.
"Welcome to Murdock's and Nelson's law office, may I help you?" The secretary automatically asked upon noticing her.
"Ah, yes." Elektra began. "I would like to see Matt Murdock-"
"And do you have an appointment with Mr. Murdock this afternoon?" She questioned.
"No-"
"Then you're going to have to come back another time. Mr. Murdock and Mr. Nelson are very busy people, madam-"
"I'm his… girl friend." Elektra replied. God, that term seemed so out of place, it wasn't even funny.
The secretary's eyes narrowed slightly, "Alright, come right in." She jerked towards the entrance to the office Matt had shared with Foggy.
"Elektra?" Matt had instantly asked. Elektra turned towards Foggy.
"Can I speak to you Matt? Alone?"
Foggy nodded slightly as he took his cue to exit the room silently without any questions what-so-ever, leaving the two of them alone. Elektra sat down next to him, placing her hand over his that was resting on the cool desk. Matt's eyebrows twitched lightly as he turned his head towards her. With her free hand, she carefully took off his sunglasses.
"Is something wrong?" He quickly questioned.
Elektra silently shook her head, but then again, she wasn't really sure how she was actually feeling about this whole situation, "No, nothing's wrong. I just… I need to tell you something… and I know the shock of you finding out that I'm really… an assassin, still hasn't settled, but I really need to tell you something else, Matt."
Matt began to open his mouth to reply. No, she couldn't allow him to ask questions. It would make everything more difficult, "Matt, I'm pregnant." She stated bluntly as she started to watch his reaction to the news.
The blind lawyer re-opened his mouth, but no words dared escape him, which made Elektra wonder if it was a good sign or not, "Stick claims that he's seen the future too. Bullseye is coming after me before he has his orders to mark me dead before the child could be born." She explained, this caused Matt to smirk.
"Nothing comes easy with you, doesn't it?" He teased.
Elektra smiled lightly at his comment.
Downtown Bar
Bullseye sat in the back of the nearly rundown bar, busing himself with a glass of cool, refreshing beer, but was disturbed by the ringing of his cell phone. God damn. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled it out. He quickly recognized the number and brought it to his ear.
"You need to catch her off-guard. Attack her when she is least expecting it-"
"Got it, boss." Bullseye replied. "Already on it."
He didn't even bother to wait for an answer. He simply hung up and finished off the beer before standing up. There was work that needed to get done.
Nicholino's
The two of them entered the small restaurant that was still currently under repairs from the accident it had suffered a few weeks ago when they had tried to dine here in the first place. By the look of things, repairs were going just fine. The place was slowly, but efficiently putting itself together.
Matt approached a man in his middle ages with slightly grey, short hair and a beard. His blue eyes shown with glee at the sight of the lawyer. He turned back to the construction worker who was standing next to him, "Si, you can wrap up for day. Thank you for everything." The construction worker nodded and headed towards the exit, leaving the three of them alone.
Nicholino smiled, "Matthew, I thank you for everything you have done for me. You're a good man, eh?"
Matt smirked lightly, "Nicholino, I would like you to meet my girl friend.
The old Italian man's attention fell on Elektra, "Che bella!" He greeted. "I always knew the woman who ended up with Matt had to be a very lucky one."
Elektra nodded slightly, not really sure to take that as a comment or an insult. Either way, she flashed him a slight smile before wrapping her arm around Matt's.
"Nick, I came to remind you of the extra paperwork you still need to fill out." Matt went on. "We're going to need it very soon."
Nicholino nodded, "Si, of course. I have it all ready. Why didn't you just call, Matthew?"
"Well, actually, I was wondering, if you don't mind, that is, if we could possible eat here?" Matt asked. "Last time I tried to take Elektra, we got interrupted by a car through the front window."
The owner smiled, "But of course you can. For what you have done for me, Matthew, this is just a small way that I could ever re-pay you." He waved his hand into the air, signaling a waiter over. "Tonight, you will be having Nicholino's special."
The waiter came up to them just as Nicholino dismissed himself to the kitchen. He beckoned them to follow him to the table that he quickly prepared for the two of them. The waiter took a step back and pulled out Elektra's seat and waited for her to sit down before helping Matt to his own seat, "I will be back with your wine."
Elektra leaned over the table slightly to get closer to Matt as the waiter walked off, "What's all this about?" She asked in nearly a whisper.
He shrugged his shoulders lightly, "I just think we should celebrate, that's all." He replied.
A deep sigh escaped Elektra as she looked down at the table cloth, "I don't know how we're going to do this, Matt. I'm not the proper women exactly to become pregnant. Do you know how insane this is going to drive me?"
"Hey, we just both need to adjust to it-"
"One of us more than the other." She retorted.
"We'll get through it together." He added.
After a few more moments, the waiter returned with their wine. Elektra sat up straight once more, "Water, please." She instantly stated and watched the waiter dismiss himself once again before returning her doubtful gaze towards Matt.
"Come on, Elektra." He said. "Everything will be alright. I'll make sure of it."
That didn't get rid of the fact that she was still doubtful about the whole thing.
"The Elektra I knew wouldn't be this questionable." He murmured.
Elektra looked up and took her glass of water from the waiter as she scoffed at Matt, "Please, it's just the mood swings." She murmured back, causing him to chuckle lightly under his breath at her statement.
Nicholino stepped out from the kitchen, carrying two plates of his freshly cooked spaghetti and meatballs topped of with his very own special sauce, "Everything is on the house tonight." He said as he placed the food down in front of them.
Both of them silently thanked him with a nod each as Nicholino summoned yet another waiter to the table. The waiter held up his violin and started to play a nice, soft tune as Nicholino lit the candle in the middle of the table, "Enjoy."
Entrance of Matt's Apartment – Later that night
Matt wrapped his arms around Elektra's waist as he brought her in closer to peck his lips against her soft ones. Elektra smiled lightly as she pulled back slightly, refusing his proposal teasingly, "Thanks for the dinner."
He only smiled as he leaned in again, this time reaching his prize. He kissed her deeply, but it, sadly, was short. The buzzing of a speeding sai came to his ear as he pulled Elektra into the apartment as the sai sank into the ground.
'Bullseye.' He mentally told himself. 'Damn coward.' True, enough. Bullseye had no problem showing himself the last time they met. Why was his hiding now? Why didn't he step up and fight?
Matt's Apartment
Elektra sighed. It was no use to keep it from him any longer. She looked up at Matt and began to explain everything that Stick had told her earlier that day, "…and that's why Bullseye is after me in the first place." She finished. "Stick offered me to stay at the compound, but I didn't want to leave you behind; leave you here."
Matt sighed lightly, "You know, you were better off at the compound." He mumbled. "I don't want to loose you again, Elektra."
To Be Continued
This is so far the longest chapter I have written for this fan fic. I would have taken the time to reply to some of your comments, but alas, if I do, I'll be late for school. Bleh. I'm sneak that into the next chapter.
