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: Holding Onto Hope

Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama/Action

Setting: Two years after Returning To You.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviewers. :) Keep 'em coming. Give me as much feedback as possible. The more I get, the faster these chapters come along.

This is a warning, this fan fic is going to get extremely twisty and turny. There are going to be moments where you will be confused. Ask questions if you want. I'll try to void confusing any of my readers… Unless I really want to… You know, just to throw you guys off… or something. :) I feel evil.

Summary: (Sequel to Returning to You) Two years later, Kingpin seeks revenge from the Daredevil. Elektra isn't really adjusting to the whole soccer mom/house wife routine and is determined to return to herself. A visitor from an alternate world makes an appearance to 'help.'

Chapter Three

Something Isn't Right

Two Years Earlier

Unknown Location – Medical Lab

It appeared to be the same as any other emergency room in any hospital around the world, but that was far from the current case. This 'emergency room,' this medical lab was especially made for the sole purpose of what one could rightfully call sick minded men who's intentions were far from those of good beings. This lab was built by the dirty money of the Kingpin himself. It was his idea to start it up; to keep its location a secret from everyone who is anyone.

The heart monitor was connected to the all too familiar body laying on the metal table; it was none other than Bullseye. The monitor did not read any signals what-so-ever from the already dead man, which gave Kingpin, who was standing over the body, a reason to smirk as he turned to face the brilliant doctor who made this all very possible.

"Tell me, Doctor," Kingpin began. "How have you improved our friend here?" His voice was laced with amusement, as if this was all just a game.

The middle aged doctor stepped up, nodding, "This was no easy task, and I assure you. It was a great challenge, indeed. You asked for us to bring life back to the dead, a task which is down right impossible, but once again… Science has proven that nothing is impossible." He smirked as well, to the point where his toothless mouth showed.

"The sai embedded into his brain had damaged down right everything. Up to seventy five percent of the original organ had to be taken out and replaced by technologies best programmed computers. That sai was such a pest. It even grazed the nerves to his right eye. Instead of replacing them, I merely replaced the whole eye. We replaced it with a specially made glass eye, one programmed to improve his perfect aiming. He'll never ever miss his target ever again. With it, he can zoom in and out, seeing things up to miles away."

Kingpin nodded, allowing him to go on.

"Seeing what he has to deal with; who his enemies are, we enlaced his skin with a flexible sheet of metal." The doctor continued. "A metal that cannot be broken by any blade or bullet. He is literally indestructible."

"I must say…" Kingpin stated as the smirk on his face grew. "I am enjoying this idea very much."

The doctor nodded, "Yes, sir, but we need to keep him for a while longer for observations and rather painful psychical therapy."

"Do as you wish, just as I get what I want as the end result." Kingpin replied.

"Yes, sir."

Current Day

Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen

The night was just like any other night the Daredevil had found himself taking a part of. It was cold and mostly silent. The normal frown bared on his face as he stood a mere few inches away from the edge of the roof, his arm firmly wrapped around Elektra's waist who stood tall at his side. She, too, showed the same emotion on her face.

"There has been nothing for hours." Daredevil murmured. "This is pointless; nothing is going to turn up. That or we're just sitting ducks."

"Someone has to be watching." Elektra replied. "To them this would be an opportunity of pure gold. It would be like killing two birds with one stone. They wouldn't pass it up."

"If we head back now and if they are watching, we'd lead them right back to Jamie." He pointed out in a soft tone.

Elektra nodded in agreement, "Right… We can rent a hotel, but there are too many flaws in that. They could easily sneak in. We also have the opinion of, whether it sounds stupid or not, riding the city bus around for a while, try to loose them that way."

"Yeah, I'm sure a bus driver wouldn't mind giving a ride to a couple of loons dressed up as if it were Halloween." Daredevil mocked.

She stared at him coldly, smiling ever so slightly. His sense of humor really wasn't like everyone else, but then again, neither was hers, "What we need is just some clothes to cover up our 'costumes' and I have it all taken care of." She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a teasing kiss on his lips. "Wait for me here. I'll be right back."

Streets of Hell's Kitchen

Rather tensely, the two of them walked down the street, hand-in-hand. With every step they took, the pair of dark tan slacks swished and the tennis shoes squeaked annoyingly. Nervously, he adjusted the hem and the hood to the dark gray jacket which sort of clashed with his usual maroon shaded sunglasses. Elektra, decked out in a pair of jeans, a simple whit top covered with a jean material jacket and a pair of high heels, had wrapped her arm around his as she lead them to the nearby bus stop. While she was at it, she even managed to pull her hair back into a lazy ponytail.

Matt lowered his head so his mouth wasn't even an inch away from her ear, "Just where exactly did you get all this stuff at three in the morning?" He questioned her.

"Being the oh-so-famous assassin that I am, it was easy-"

"You killed a shop owner!" He hissed rather quickly to accuse.

"No!" She hissed back, taken back. "I snuck into the shop instead." She replied. "And it is not breaking any of your justice rules either. I left the money on the counter." She added lamely.

"I still think this is dangerous." Matt stated as his hand fiddled with his Daredevil mask in his pocket just as the bus pulled up.

"Yeah, well, better us then Jamie, right?" She pointed out, causing him to shrug his shoulders lightly.

The bus came to a complete stop and the doors slowly opened. Elektra took this as her cue and helped Matt carefully climb board as she paid the fair for the two of them to even ride. The driver didn't even glance at them, it was like he normally picked up an 'innocent' looking couple every night at three in the morning, but, then again, this was Manhattan. Who knew what really went on in the city anymore?

The doors quickly came to a close and the bus started to head on its course. Elektra bit her tongue slightly as she helped Matt sit down in a window seat. Honestly, you think the driver could at least have some respect for the handicap. Over the course of a little over two, nearly three years of living with Matt, she learned that not everyone felt the same way to those who are more unfortunate than others.

Matt sensed this discomfort and, heck, this wasn't the first time either, "Relax, E." He said softly, patting the empty isle seat next to him, which she gladly took. She stared around the bus, only to find that, besides them, there was an elderly looking woman sitting directly across from them. Elektra tried to quickly look away, but the woman instantly made eye contact with her. She flashed a smile, hoping that she didn't appear to be too uneasy.

This cause the woman to return the smile, along with a nod, "My oh my, it seems that you young folks just don't have any regard to good ol' time." She stated.

Elektra shrugged lightly, "Things you do for family…" She replied with a soft, nearly silent, half hearted giggle that actually appeared to be out of character for her.

"I'd say. I'm heading to my daughter's apartment." The woman answered. "The poor dear is having some issues with a man in her life. I told her once, but she don't listen to me, oh no. I told her that boy wasn't good for her."

Elektra nodded, now really trying; hoping that she didn't look at all too restless. Just what exactly was she suppose to say to this woman?

"Men, they're all the same. You may like them now, but just give them twenty years." She gestured towards Matt. "He'll be the same way, dear."

"I'm blind, not deaf." Matt said coldly.

This bit of information caused the woman to smile, "If you can get a man to fall in love with your personality and never once have him actually see your outer beauty, but just inner… Then, dear, he is a decent man to be around."

"He's alright." Elektra replied, wrapping her arm around Matt's once more.

With that, the bus slowly came to a complete stop. When it did, the woman stood up, "This is my stop, I'm afraid. Best of luck to the two of you." She bid them farewell and then walked her way off the bus.

Once the bus began to move again, Elektra rested her head against Matt's sturdy shoulder. She now felt oddly tired.

"I didn't like her." Matt murmured. Elektra simply shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't going to think twice about it. He shook his head.

"Where do you see yourself in twenty years?" She asked. "Just out of curiosity." She added, staring out the window.

"Well… with you, for starters." He began. "And keeping those horny boys away from Jamie."

Elektra snickered lightly.

Streets of Hell's Kitchen – Bus Stop

The old woman watched the bus disappear from sight before smirking devilishly. She took a step into the nearest alley way where she knew no one else could see her. Slowly, her elderly-like features were starting to morph into that of a man in his mid thirties. Slowly, the old woman morphed into the infamous Bullseye.

"Trust me, Devil… You're going to need all the luck you can get this time, eh…"

Matt's and Elektra's Apartment – 4:00 A.M.

Elektra carefully placed a blanket over Abby's sleeping figure on the living couch. She knelt down slightly and brushed back strands of bangs from the girl's face gingerly. There were times, like no, where she couldn't help but feel guilty. She remembered when Abby was fourteen, three years ago, where she told Elektra herself that she wanted to live a normal life. Heck, now of days, the kid did a good job. She went to a public high school in the city, had a handful of friends, and took part in different events. Surely, babysitting for them while Elektra and Matt went out to patrol the neighborhood really wasn't something that would fit under that category of normal, every day situations.

She frowned light as she stood up to go check up on Jamie in the nursery.

Meanwhile, Matt picked up a fresh red rose that was resting peacefully on his pillow in the master bedroom. He shook his head lightly as he instantly threw it out the balcony window. Seriously, this was enough. He was fed up. Whoever was leaving these stupid roses; these warnings… They snuck into the apartment when they were gone; when Jamie was alone with Abby.

Yeah, he knew Abby could stand her own ground and protect herself, but who knows what could have happened? Frankly, this was the last straw. This guy stumbled onto a touchy situation: his family. He and Elektra felt the same way towards Jamie's safety. It always came first. Whoever the person who gave out the roses was now threatening their little girl, big mistake.

Matt released the breath he was holding in a deep sigh when Elektra entered the room. She didn't think twice about it. Heck, they were both exhausted. She crossed the room and closed the doors leading to the balcony. The breeze Matt had allowed to enter the room had certainly caused it to chill it down.

He sat down on the edge of the bed. Sleeping on a normal bed instead of the sleeping chamber he was use to over the years was extremely hard to get use to, but it was slowly happening. It caused him to control what he allowed himself to hear, but that was a challenge all in itself.

"I need to get to work in four hours." He mumbled, laying back. "Gotta love the day job."

Elektra smiled lightly as she laid down next to him, curling up against his body under the sheets, "It's not like you need to be in court or anything, right? Just another boring day at the office…"

He kissed her cheek, "I guess…"

Murdock's and Nelson's Law Office – 8:00 A.M.

God, did he wish he would have called in sick this morning. The half asleep Matt Murdock now reasoned that that would have been the most reasonable thing to do. He really took a late night last night, much later than usual. He rested his head on his desk, drifting in and out of reality every now and again.

He felt a pat on his back. Instantly, he guessed it was none other than Foggy, who placed a cup of coffee in front of the blind man. "Late night, eh?" He asked, sitting down at his own desk.

"Yeah." Matt quickly replied. "You know, Jamie…" He yawned. "Elektra and I were up the whole night, literally, because of her cold."

"I told she got over that cold…" Foggy wondered, taking a sip from his own cup of coffee.

"Well, you know kids and their off again on again colds…" Matt mumbled.

There was a moment of silence between the two lawyers before Matt decided to speak again, "Just once… I want to actually see Jamie." He murmured. This statement was most likely brought on by the heavy amount of tiredness that weighted him down. Normally, he wouldn't even think about expressing that feeling around anyone but Elektra.

Well, he did sort of see Jamie when it rained, but that was once in a blue moon. Elektra worried that the girl would get sick being out in the rain like that and she was right. That was what triggered the little bundle of joy's last cold.

"You know for a fact that I would give you my vision if I could, buddy." Foggy replied. "In a heartbeat."

Matt nodded slightly.

"She's a beautiful little girl…" He added. "She's gonna make you very proud, Matt."

Matt finally grabbed the cup of coffee on his desk and took a small sip.

Matt's and Elektra's Apartment

Figuring that Elektra had returned to the apartment late, Abby took the liberty of feeding Jamie a small bowl of cereal for breakfast in her highchair out in the kitchen. Actually, Abby just sat there and watched, allowing the little girl to feed herself. The seventeen year old tilted her head slightly as she rested it against the counter. Honestly, she didn't mind showing up at odd hours to baby-sit. Heck, it was for Elektra. She knew first hand how much chaos works its way into Elektra's daily routine. The last thing a mother would want is to place their child in that type of situation, right?

Rather silently, Elektra snuck up behind Abby, however she was instantly given away once Jamie pointed up towards her, "Momma!"

Abby turned around in her seat and looked up towards Elektra, "Morning." She greeted.

"Morning." Elektra repeated, handing over a rather thick envelope. "You're free to go home whenever. Just tell your Dad I said hi."

"Yeah, maybe you should visit every now-" Abby paused as she felt the envelope. "Elektra, this is seriously over paying-"

"You deserve it." Elektra quickly responded. "It's double what you normally offer us because of the nightly hours and a tip."

"That's a freakin' huge tip." Abby pointed out.

Elektra walked over to the other side of the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee, "Something isn't right." She changed the topic.

"Do you think it's The Hand?" Abby asked.

Elektra replied with a shake of the head before taking a deep sip from her coffee, "Stick would be more heavily involved if that were the case. Someone is trying to get at us for something personal…"

"Are you guys going to get up and leave for nearly a year again?" Abby murmured.

"We're going to take care of this quickly." Elektra answered. "We left last time because I was venerable." She added.

To Be Continued

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