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: Honestly, I was expecting more death threats from you people. Heh. Umm, yeah.

I watched 'The Phantom of the Opera' for the first time Tuesday. God, I feel in love with it. If you haven't seen that movie yet, then I urge you all to go out and view it. You don't even have to be a fan of opera to enjoy it. (I'm sure as hell not an opera fan, I can tell you that much.)

And no, you don't have to worry, I won't be abandoning this fan fic for a 'Phantom of the Opera' fan fic. ;)

Sorry this chapter has taken a while to be posted. My account was banned from update for a week because has something against songfics. I really don't understand why not, but oh well. It's over. My time to update once more is finally here and we're all happy!

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 Five

When the Fog Clears

Matt's and Elektra's Apartment

With a great amount of pressure, Elektra held a bloody shirt against Jamie's wound; try helplessly to stop the bleeding. The deepest of all frowns played on her face. Honestly, she was on the brink of crying yet again. She knew they were better off to going to the hospital, but she couldn't take that risk. How the hell was she supposed to explain this? Oh yes, I stabbed my future daughter after believing she was the one who murdered my husband a few days ago. Sure, that was believable.

The young woman didn't look too good either. She was steadily growing very pale and sweating greatly as she took very shallow breaths. Elektra bit down on her lip. No, she wasn't going to loose her. She had questions that needed answers. That and this woman was literally her own flesh and blood. She was no different then the young two year toddler Elektra spent time with daily.

Jamie resisted the urge to cough. It would hurt too much if she dared to. "Bullseye…" She mumbled. "He can shape shift…" She tried to explain. "He can disguise himself extremely well."

Elektra paused for a moment as she took another to think about what Jamie had just told her. Bullseye… If he could shape shift into different beings… Then… It was Bullseye who murdered Matt. God, how could she even doubt her for a minute?

"All I wanted… I wanted to help… To save you guys…" Jamie continued to mumble in a soft tone. "I've tried… Time travel… I… Things are limited." A weak smile appeared on her face. It was amazing that the girl could even smile with everything that had just taken place. "This is… probably my punishment for… all this."

The older woman shook her head as she brushed Jamie's sweaty face clear from strands of long brown hair, gingerly telling her to hush. Talking was taking away all the little energy she probably had, if she had any at all anymore.

"You're a very beautiful young woman, Jamie…" Elektra replied, smiling for a second herself. "Very independent… And I can tell you this much, this is not where it's going to end. The last thing I want for you is to be killed… by your own mother." She admitted.

Slowly, Elektra lifted the shirt from the wound. Good, it was slowly coming to a stop. This was the perfect time to start properly treating it. She gently, but quickly cleaned it with alcohol as she then started to wrap it up with a bandage, "You're just going to have to be here a bit longer is all."

She felt Jamie's bright green eyes lock onto hers. This puzzled Elektra. Why was there a sense of sorrow, a sense of pain in her eyes? She really didn't have time to wonder this. Jamie took her hand, holding it as tightly as she could, which was barely at all. The young woman kissed the back of Elektra's hand, causing the smile to return to the assassin's face. Elektra stroked her cheek, "So this is my baby…"

Jamie placed her hand over Elektra's on her cheek, "I haven't been able to feel your touch in five years…" She said in barely a whisper.

That's when Elektra felt her stomach turn over. Jamie was the next Treasure. She was a motherless daughter. That meant… to her, Elektra died ages ago, "How old are you now?"

"Twenty one… I was sixteen when my mother died…"

Elektra frowned lightly as she gingerly took the girl into her arms. Laying out on the living room was not comfortable, especially when done so on top of your own puddle of blood. She entered the master bedroom and placed Jamie on the bed. At the moment, she didn't care what would happen to the sheets or what a pain in the neck washing the blood stains out of them would be. She needed to get Jamie comfortable. It was her fault for all of this anyways. Mentally, she left a note to herself to clean up the living room as soon as possible.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the back of her hand against Jamie's forehead. Just as she expected… the girl was already burning up, "You're running a fever." She murmured, trying to get her to properly lay back and resting. Elektra then went into the master bathroom; to the medicine cabinet. She fiddled through all of Matt's pain killers before coming to a bottle she was looking for. She took a small measuring cup and carefully poured the right amount before returning to the bedroom.

"Take this…" Elektra spoke softly, trying to hide the actual shaky-ness of her voice as she helped Jamie sit up. Jamie, without question, took what she had been offered and made a nasty face.

Elektra smiled lightly as she went to fetch a glass of water. It appeared that old habits die hard. Her two year old toddle made the exact same face whenever she had to be given medicine of any sort. She filled a glass with water and then placed a dry rag under the now running kitchen sink before once more returning to the bedroom.

The rag was carefully placed and held against Jamie's forehead as the woman gratefully took a long drag from the water.

"You're going to be okay." Elektra said, sounding reassuring. "You're not leaving."

"I'm just… tired." Jamie mumbled in return as Elektra stroked back her hair, lip trembling. God this was all her fault. What the hell was she thinking? Was she even thinking? She wrapped her arms around the young woman, burring her face into her neck.

Now it was Jamie's turn to do the comforting. For starters, she returned Elektra's hug by wrapping her arms around her neck and then tried to hush her, "Everything's going to be okay…" Elektra looked up and kissed her cheek.

She could no longer keep her eyes open. Jamie laid back once more. Tiredness was taking over her. She need, she wanted, sleep.

Murdock's and Nelson's Law Office

Next Morning

This had to be done. It was better to do it now than later. She knew she was just putting it off, not wanting to accept the fact that he was really gone, that she was really alone; that she was the only one left to make sure their daughter was raised properly.

Elektra released a deep sigh as she looked up at the law office. She needed to gather Matt's things; to clear the office. Now was the perfect time… seeing how Jamie was fast asleep back at the apartment. Truth was, she had slept well into the night and didn't seem to appear to be waking any time soon.

Then again, how much blood did she loose? Of course was going to be this tired.

She lifted her chin up slightly as her slender hand wrapped around the handle of the front door. Here goes nothing. She pulled it opened and stepped inside just as Foggy turned his attention towards her. He was already clearing the office of Matt's belongings, placing them in different boxes and such.

"Elektra… Hey." He greeted with a nod as he stepped down from the step latter he had been using to reach up one of the higher book shelves.

Elektra returned the nod, "Hey, Foggy." She replied. "I'm… just here to get Matt's things." She stated.

Foggy shook his head lightly, "Listen, E… I got it all under control here. I'll drop the boxes off later. You should be with the little one. I'm sure it's just as hard on Jamie…"

"Yeah… She's confused. She doesn't know why Daddy's coming home anymore." She replied.

"If you need anything, just call me, alright?" Foggy offered.

She nodded again, "Don't worry, I will."

"We'll bring Matt's killer to justice, Elektra." He promised. "I won't let this go."

"I know…" She walked over and hugged him tightly before walking towards the exit.

"Give Jamie a kiss for me."

She nodded once more before exiting the building.

Foggy turned back around and stepped up the step latter, reaching for one of Matt's old law books. Honestly, he didn't want to work alone. He needed a partner like Matt and his very own personal lying detector. He never did figure out how Matt was able to nail them every time, but he did. He was a truly amazing lawyer.

"Excuse me, Mr. Nelson?" The secretary walked in from the back room holding a folder. Foggy gazed at her.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to look over these papers that Mr. Murdock left behind." She replied, placing them on his desk.

"Alright, I'll get to it." Foggy replied, turning his attention back to the bookshelf.

"And, there's another thing." The secretary spoke up.

"What is it?" Foggy didn't even bother to turn around this time.

A devilish smirk placed on the secretary's face as she pulled out a dagger from under the desk: something she had planted earlier, knowing that someone like Foggy would never find it. She held it firmly in her grasp as she walked even closer to the lawyer. She lifted it over her head and plunged it straight into the man's back, causing him to tumble off the step latter and onto the floor. The once secretary now took the form of the murderous Bullseye.

Bullseye twisted and then pulled out the dagger embedded in Foggy's back. He twirled it playfully in his hand as he looked down at his victim, "I'm getting closer and closer. Soon enough, Elektra will break… She can't stay strong for long."

Matt's and Elektra's Apartment

Afternoon – 2. P.M.

Elektra stepped into the apartment carrying bags from the grocery. Yes, she took the time to randomly make a trip to the grocery store. There was nothing wrong with that. She just needed some time to herself; time to actually think. Not only did she go to the grocery store, but she stopped by the Millers' to make sure her daughter was fine and dandy. However, she did have the face that dreaded question once more: 'Momma… Where's Daddy?'

It felt like someone stabbed Elektra in the heart and twisted the blade every time the little girl asked that question. She didn't know how to answer it. How do you tell a two year old that her father was gone and never coming back? This was hard for all of them. She tried to void the question, but this time was forced to answer with: 'Daddy's on a trip, Jay-Jay.'

She hated lying to that sweet, innocent little angel of hers. She just hated it. It felt awful to not share the truth with her, but she didn't want to break the news in a wrong way either.

Elektra made her way to the kitchen to store away all the food items she bought, hoping there was room in the fridge. She didn't think there would be. It felt like forever she had last eaten anything. Ever since Matt was murdered, she never did actually felt hungry. Yes, she ate little snacks here and there, but nothing as big as a proper meal to sustained one self.

After everything was in its proper place, she fetched a glass of water, not for herself but, for the probably still sleeping Jamie in the master bedroom. She made her way towards that room. Seeing that Jamie was sleeping in the bedroom, Elektra had pulled out the sleeper and slept out in the living last night. She couldn't argue about it. She didn't have a stab wound caused by her dear mother.

Elektra sat down on the edge of the bed, placing the glass on the nightstand as she placed her hand against Jamie's forehead. There was a good sign. She was no longer boiling up as she was last night, "Your fever's going down." She mumbled. With that said she pulled up the hem of the leather top and ran her hand gently over her abdomen.

"That tickles…" Jamie said in a muffled voice.

"Well, the bleeding came to a stop and the fever went down." Elektra replied, picking up the glass of water and handing it to her. "You have total access to everything in the apartment. Make yourself feel at home for the meantime." She offered.

Within an instant, Jamie drank down half that glass of water. Her throat had been so parched. Feeling the cool water refresh her was just… soothing. Amazing what something so plain and simple could actually do to one's self. She looked up towards Elektra, "Where's Jamie?" It did feel rather odd asking a question worded like so. It was as if one was asking for one's self.

"She's with the Millers' for the time being. I feel that she would be safer there and here. My sense of judgment isn't exactly straight." Elektra replied. "If I couldn't protect Matt… Then she'd be in greater danger."

Jamie shook her head lightly, "You shouldn't beat yourself up for what happened. It was going to happen anyways." She lifted the glass to her mouth again. "It's destiny." She murmured raising her eyebrows quickly. "My Dad was murdered when I was five, right in front of me… This way… is better."

Elektra took the empty class away from her.

"Mom got so cold hearted after that. It was like… a force field came up and you were extremely lucky to get past it." She continued. "She didn't even take care of herself… All she did was train. I had to remind her daily to eat. I had to go out of my way to buy and cook food."

"Speaking of food, are you hungry?" Elektra asked, changing the subject slightly.

"All I can feel right now is soreness." She remarked. "Everything hurts."

"Then let me get you some pain killers."

Millers' Apartment

Lazily, the teenager laid back on the couch out in the living room, picking at the nachos she had quickly made to sustain her hunger for the time being. It was nothing much, really, just a small snack to munch on. Her eyes were barely focusing on the television in front of her. Instead, she sort of day dreamed.

Which lead to hear not hearing the door to the apartment to open, allowing Mark to enter. He spotted the girl on the couch and folded his arms over his chest, "Where's Jamie?" He questioned.

"Sleeping in my room." Abby sheepishly replied automatically.

"How was your day?" Mark then asked, flipping through the channels until he got to the news. He then sat back next to Abby, even managed to take a chip or two from her.

"Spent it watching Jamie… What else was there to do?" Abby answered.

"-which was discovered earlier today by the secretary. The body was identified as Franklin Nelson." The TV reporter went on, catching Mark's attention. "The lawyer was found dead in his office which he shared with Matthew Murdock, a blind lawyer who had recently past away-"

Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, quickly dialing Elektra's number and bringing the phone to his ear.

Matt's and Elektra's Apartment

The ringing of the phone made Elektra look up from the dinner she was currently making. Why did that stupid thing always seem to ring at the worst times possible? She turned the stove down to low before dismissing herself to fetch the phone. Her eyebrows raised upon seeing Mark's number flash on the caller I.D.

"Mark?" She quickly answered. "Is something wrong with Jay?"

"Jamie's fine." Mark replied. "Elektra, turn on your TV to the local news." He demanded.

A frown played on her lips as she did as she was told. Instantly, her eyes widened at the headlight flashing at the bottom of the screen, "Foggy… Mark, keep Jamie safe." She abruptly hung up and went into the master bedroom.

"Foggy's dead." Elektra stated, staring at Jamie as if she knew something about this, but the woman looked totally clueless.

"Bullseye?" She asked, trying to sit up.

"Most likely."

To Be Continued

I already have the plot line for this fan fic all finished. :) I hope you all enjoy it, which leads me to my next question.

Should I write a sequel to this fan fic (even if you don't know the ending to it) or a prequel to 'Returning to You' or both?

The prequel would be about Jamie Murdock-Natchios from the alternate universe. It would follow her from the day Matt was murdered to the moment she goes to save Elektra and Abby from Bullseye. You'd have more of an understanding to what happened in her life and why she's trying to prevent it from happening again.

If I am to write a sequel, you guys are more than willing to throw out random ideas. :) –hint hint-