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: I feel like you all deserve an extra long chapter. :) I've went back a couple of times to add extra detail here and there to tweak it up. Hope you all enjoy.

It has been settled. A prequel which will be entitled What Could Have Beenwill be written after this fan fic is completed. After the prequel is finished, I will then decided to either create and a sequel for this fan fic or not.

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 Seven

He Returns

Hospital Waiting Room – Later that Night

Elektra's arms were folded over her chest, over her long black trench coat she had grabbed on her way out of the door before heading to the Millers' apartment; before heading to the hospital. Her brightly glowing green orbs were transfixed as they stared out the window, not daring to blink as if she would miss something deadly important if she did, she stood before in the waiting room while Abby was curled up upon one of the chairs, fast asleep. It had taken the teenager a while to fall asleep uneasily. She had been worrying about Mark ever since they had gotten here, of course, and so far they were told that it would be a while before Mark would return to his old self after this accident. It would be difficult for him to speak right off the bat. He had some damage done to his vocal cords, but those would heal in time. A frown played her soft lips as she made no sound. This was all very odd. What was taking Jamie so long?

A cold shiver ran up and down her spine, causing her to feel a rather tiny bit sick to her stomach to the point where she felt like gagging; throwing up. God, did she hate feelings like this. She just needed to keep reminding herself that nothing happened to Jamie. That wasn't possible. The doctor was simply just mending a wound, a few stitches here and there with the proper antibiotics, right? Nothing could go that wrong. Then again, the sai had completely stabbed through the flesh, Elektra sure as hell made sure of that one. What if it had gotten infected? What if Elektra didn't properly treat it that night she inflected Jamie with the wound? Then if anything did happen to Jamie, it would be all her fault. No, nothing happened to Jamie. She was just being paranoid and that is all.

"You feel it to, don't you Elektra?" A voice, a familiar voice, spoke out from behind her, causing Elektra to automatically freeze in the spot she was standing upon, her eyes widen slightly. Every muscle in her body tensed up as her insides twisted sickly. There was no way in all seven hells that this could be possible, not a single amount of chance. "That parental instinct… Knowing when your child is in danger without properly knowing so." The voice continued, trigger a sense of anger in the woman.

What kind of sick prank was this? Who in the right mind would toy with her emotions in such a cruel way as this? Who would disguise as Matt just to do this to her; to confirm her paranoia? Matt was dead. She watched him die practically in her very own arms. The only answer that came to mind was Bullseye. That damn bastard… She was going to make sure this was the last time he dared to morph into someone she cared about. Her eyebrows narrowed as she quickly spun around, staring at Matt's figure a few feet in front of her. God, he looked so real, even the more reason to brutally murder this savage beast. It would have been perfect to stab out his heart, slice off his limbs, but not necessarily in that order, of course.

"Enough of your tricks, Bullseye." Elektra warned her voice just barely above a whisper, but it still remained just as deadly; threatening, promising. "Don't you dare try to toy with me, you understand?" She added coldly as her slender hand reached and pulled out a hidden sai's handle, ready to quickly lunge it right into this chest, a perfect way to finish him off.

Matt shook his head, "Elektra, it's me. It's Matt." He tried to sound as reassuring as he possibly could, knowing what Elektra was going through. It was just years ago that he was placed under the same situation. He believed Elektra to be dead once upon a time, but she returned to him. "I'm not Bullseye, I promise." She still didn't seem to approve. Bullseye did, indeed, master the art of shape shift. He could be pulling a fast one on her. "Would Bullseye know who killed your mother, Elektra? It was Kirigi. He killed Christina." He stated, hoping that that bit of information would convince the woman he loved that he wasn't some imposter trying to play with her heart. It was a rather touchy subject, one of which Elektra did enjoy to speak about too often.

Elektra's hand placed the sai back into its proper place as she continued to stare at Matt. Bright green orbs soften slightly in somewhat deep confusion. Her head tilted to the side, "…You're dead." She mumbled, shaking her head, now staring at him in disbelief. "You're dead." She repeated, just trying to reassure herself, telling herself that she wasn't going insane. Now she just simply believed that he mind was playing tricks with her. This was all an illusion. None of it was real at all, was it? It couldn't be real. This all had to be caused by the enormous amount of her heart aching to have him back.

Matt took a few steps closer to her, placing his hand on her cheek, canceling out the theory of any of this being a fake, this was real. His soft was so touch; so gentle upon her cheek, "Stick heard about what happened. He felt that he had to do something; that he owed you for some reason." He stated, sounding a bit confused himself. "No one will remember that I ever died, that is, besides you and the Millers." He pointed out.

At the moment, she didn't seem to care how he managed to find his way back to her, all that mattered was that he was here; standing right in front of her, in the flesh. She embraced him tightly, as if she couldn't bare the thought of ever letting go of him. Tears slipped from her eyes. She couldn't fight it back anymore. Her shoulders began to shake as she sobbed against his chest. She had literally thought that she would have to spend the rest of her life without him; she had been left alone to raise their daughter. He lifted her chin up slightly with the tip of his finger, leading her into a passionate kiss.

What felt like forever later, he pulled away, his blank stare gazing above her head, towards the wall, as usual, but after being with him for so long, this didn't seem to make her feel as uncomfortable as most people do when confront a blind man, "I guess you found that ring I bough, huh?" He asked, smiling slightly as he held her protectively.

Elektra nodded, "Yes." She replied softly with a small smile, resting her head gently on his shoulder. There was no question about it either. If Matt would have properly asked to take her hand in marriage, there was no way she could have refused him. She loved him. Of course she would marry him.

Matt knew this wasn't the right time to actually be relaxed; relieved that they were back together. No, their problems were just starting. She may not know what was currently going on, but he sure as hell did, "Elektra," He began. "Bullseye has taken Jamie." Elektra pulled back slightly to look up at him, frowning.

Rooftop's of Hell's Kitchen

Slowly, Bullseye paced back and forth, keeping his eyes on the young woman who he had personally chained down to the pipes. Glee was spread on his face. There was really no need for the chains. He knew that she would be too weak to even to the simplest of all tasks. It was just there for his amusement, to see her struggle against it, knowing there was no way she could ever escape them on her own.

Forcefully, he kicked her side, causing her to double over, "You ruined my plans." He spat. "If you would have been a good little girl and stay in your own damn time, your own damn world, things would be going my way." He pointed out. "But no, you just had to interfere."

Jamie sat on her knees, head hanging low as she tried to gasp for air. Ever limb in her body was screaming out in agony. What the hell was going on with her? Why did she feel this way? She looked up at him, "What the hell did you inject into me?" She demanded, trying to sound as calm as possible given the situation she was currently under.

Her question caused him to smirk. He could see that she was afraid. She was no more than a little girl lost in this great big world or, at least, this is was she was reduced down to, "You'd think the Man Without Fear would have passed along those genes into his daughter." He remarked. "Are you scared of death?" He asked, tilting his head teasingly to the side as he pondered the question to himself, placing his fingers on his chin as he did so. This as all too entertaining.

"Death is a way of life." Jamie replied. "Without death, life is meaningless."

"Good answer." He nodded as his smirk grew. "I injected poison into your bloodstream. It will travel throughout your body for days, weeks, maybe months, who knows? It will slowly kill every living cell. Every living moment will be torture. You'll be craving suicide, demanding for death to take you… A fitting way to punish you for destroying my plans, I believe."

Oddly enough, it was now Jamie's turn to smirk, "Once I die, Elektra will be all over your case." She murmured cunningly.

Bullseye nodded, agreeing with her, "And so will the Daredevil." He added. "But they would be falling right into my trap, too over come with emotion, blinding their choices. No pun intended."

"Dad?" Jamie questioned. "He's dead."

"Not quite." He remarked. "The damn Stick decided to bring him back to life; back from the dead. The Devil's back."

Jamie released the breath she didn't know she was holding as she leaned against the pipes. She was growing too tired to even keep up this conversation. She cried for sleep. She needed rest; to just close her eyes for a moment, maybe two at the most.

Bullseye's smirk only continued to grow yet again, "And so the poison is properly working, I see…"

Alleyway of Hell's Kitchen

"I feel guilty leaving Abby behind alone in the hospital." Elektra mumbled under her breath honestly. Abby had to be afraid, scared out of her mind. Her father had been wounded by a crazy psycho. She probably didn't want to be alone right now.

"I know." The Daredevil agreed. "But Bullseye will, no doubt, harm Jamie and we can't allow that to happen." Little did he know that they were both too late to prevent that.

Elektra's slender hands wrapped around the metal bar on the latter of a fire escape that was on the side of the brick building. She took in a deep breath and held it as she hoisted herself up, slowly beginning to climb, but her pace quickened, "I won't let her get hurt, not after what I did to her."

"That was an accident, Elektra. You know that." The Daredevil pointed out as he moved on forward; ahead of her. "You didn't know what was going on. I would have done the same thing if I were you. I, too, would have been over come by anger and demand revenge. Bullseye purposely made it look like Jamie was the murderer."

"I'd rather not talk about it, Matt." Elektra said softly as she paused in her climbing for a moment before continuing.

He nodded, respecting her wishes, "Are you sure this is the right building?"

"This is where I 'saw' them." Elektra answered. "They should be right on top of the roof." This art never failed her once in seeing glimpse at the future and it better not have been starting now. Now would most definitely not be the perfect time for it to react like that.

Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen

"You know, not all of your skin is protected by that fancy metal." Jamie murmured, sheepishly. She had to keep herself wake. She had to keep talking.

Her statement did, indeed, get Bullseye's attention. His eyes narrowed slightly. Just what was this woman getting at? Was she talking nonsense now? Had the poison affected her this much already? No, that didn't seem to be right. He didn't reply, allowing her to continue on.

"No metal is that flexible." Jamie pointed out. "Your joints, no matter how small, aren't protected. If they would have even tried, there's no way you would be able to properly walk… And I must say, that would probably have been a very sight to see." She said mockingly. "You can easily be defeated…"

Once more, he smirked, walking over to her. Bullseye knelt down onto his knee as he stared Jamie right in the eye, "You're a clever girl, you know." He stated. It's a shame that cleverness would be gone to waste sooner or later. Oh well. Things were starting to look his way.

"Just like her parents." Elektra added.

Bullseye sighed as he stood up. The fun was officially over. He turned around to see them both, Elektra and Daredevil standing at the edge of the roof, a good twenty feet away from him. The simple sight of the two of them together made him sick to his stomach. It was disgusting to even thing about them being together.

Daredevil leaned over slightly to Elektra, "Get Jamie." He ordered. They weren't going to waste any time. The quicker they got Jamie back, the sooner Elektra and him could return to the hospital to check up on Abby and their toddler.

Thinking about what Bullseye had done to his two year old daughter caused fists to form at the Daredevil's side. Oh boy was he going to pay for even laying a finger of his baby girl. That had to the biggest; the stupidest mistake Bullseye would have ever committed in his entire life time. No one messed around with her angel and got away with it. No one. He didn't care who it would be. He wasn't going to deal with that shit. They promised to keep her safe from the awful world that they lived in and the world would be a better place without Bullseye, that damn freak of nature.

It was because of Bullseye his little girl laid in a small uncomfortable hospital bed, barely able to breath on her own because of the amount of pain the wound on her tender neck was causing her; the wound that had taken nearly five stitches to properly patch up that would most likely leave a scar that she would have for the rest of her life, a reminder of what Bullseye had done. Sure, she was going to be released in a few days, but that didn't matter. Bullseye still managed to harm her and that simply would not do. His days were closely numbered. He better watch his back.

She was only two years old. What the hell did she do to deserve that? She could barely stick four words together. The worse she could ever do was calling Bullseye a 'poo poo head.' The frown grew even more on his face as his eyebrows narrowed even more dangerously then before.

He had officially had it.

Bullseye took a couple of calm steps back, until he stood on the very opposite edge of the building. Tonight wasn't the night he would pick a fight with any of the. No, he would allow them to suffer along side Jamie. Watching the woman slowly disappear would take a toll on the both of them, of course, and that was the reason why he even bothered to slowly kill her off this way; to see the reaction he would get from both Matt and Elektra. He waved his hand into the air as he took another step back, off the roof. Daredevil made a gesture to follow after him.

"Matt." Elektra said clearly, looking over her shoulder towards him as she knelt down in front of Jamie. He snapped back into reality. Elektra pulled out one of her sais and easily freed Jamie from the chains that bounded her against the pipes.

The woman was extremely weak. Right after she was freed, she collapsed against Elektra. It was as if the chains were the hold things that were holding her up. Then again, they probably were. Elektra caught her, wondering what the hell happened to her. "Mom…" Jamie mumbled delicately. Her voice was shaky.

Elektra was in the right mind to appear somewhat shocked as she heard Jamie mumble that simple word. Jamie never called her that before. She always avoided addressing her with a title as much as possible. Elektra looked up at Matt in disbelief, "She never calls me 'mom.'" She stated. "That was the first time since she's been here that she's called me 'mom.'" She pointed out.

The Daredevil could probably guess that Jamie had her reasons for that too, "Keep her awake." He said. "Don't let her fall asleep." He added, kneeling down next to Elektra, placing his arm around her, his hand resting on her bare shoulder. Elektra looked at him and half nodded as she gazed back down at Jamie.

As gently as possible, Elektra tapped against Jamie's cheek, "Jay-Jay." She called to her in a soft, soothing voice. "Listen to me, Jay-Jay. Don't fall asleep on me, alright?" She cooed. "Stay awake. I need you to stay awake… Tell me what Bullseye did to you. Why are you like this?" She asked.

"Poison." Jamie murmured. "He poisoned me." Her words were beginning to slur together as if she had been talking to a rather drunken person. "Injected poison… That doctor… It was Bullseye. He… My blood stream…" She paused slightly as her eyes barely opened just enough to see that she was staring up at Elektra.

"I'm dying, aren't I…?" She questioned.

Elektra opened her mouth slightly. She didn't know how to answer that question. She bit down on her lower lip. It was hard to see Jamie this way. She torn her eyes away to look back at the Daredevil.

"Take her back to the apartment." The Daredevil stated.

"The apartment?" Elektra questioned. "Matt, she needs a doctor."

"How do we explain this one, E?" The Daredevil asked. "Just make up an identity for her? There's not going to be any back up files, no birth certificate, no ID, nothing. Just take her back to the apartment and head to the hospital, alright?"

After a few moments, Elektra nodded slightly, "Alright." She mumbled. However, she didn't heartedly agree with the whole thing. They weren't giving Jamie a decent chance at surviving, were they? She held the woman closely as she stood up. The Daredevil stood up as well, making sure Elektra had her balance before taking a step back himself. He was going straight back to the hospital to make sure everything there was alright.

Matt's and Elektra's Apartment

Two Days Later

Elektra cradled her young toddler in her arms gently as her eyes laid upon the sleeping Jamie, who looked extremely pale and just so… fragile, on the bed in the guest room. She was sitting at her bedside, a spot where she had not left for what seemed like hours now. She was starting to grow somewhat worried. Jamie had been asleep for over twenty four hours. Was the poison really working? Was it causing this extreme exhaustion in the young woman? Or was it some side effect? One that would cause her to never wake again? There was that damn paranoia sinking in once again. She tried to shake it off to the best of her abilities, repeating to herself over and over again that Jamie was going to be fine.

The toddler shifted lightly as she began to fuss, causing Elektra to gaze down upon her, smiling ever so lightly, "Hey you." She murmured, kissing the toddler's head. "You're going to be such a great young lady when you're older, huh?" She spoke in a rather childish voice, trying to make the young girl feel more comfortable.

The youngster looked up at her with her bright green eyes, those filled with constant curiosity for everything that surrounded her. She loved it when her mother spoke directly to her, just as any other child would. "Yeah." She mumbled with a small giggle, burring her face against Elektra's chest, not really understanding what her mother was really talking about.

"And I don't want it to stop there." Elektra added, now staring the resting Jamie once more. A tiny sigh escaped her as she kept her gaze on the young woman. "I know you can hear me, Jamie." She stated. "You need to keep fighting. She had to admit, this was pretty low, even for Bullseye; poisoning a human being because of the fear of actually coming face-to-face with them.

"Mark is slowly recovering." Matt reported from the door. He was leaning against the frame, gazing onward. "How's she doing?" He asked. His arms were crossed over his chest, as if he was waiting for something or someone… such as Elektra to finally decide to head to bed. He knew he had to have an early start tomorrow morning, but Elektra needed her rest also.

"I can't even wake her up anymore." Elektra replied, looking up towards Matt with a look of pure worry on her face, one that never really looked pleasing on her beautiful face. "It's been nearly a whole day since I woke her up last." She added.

A small sigh escaped him, "It's getting late, E." He murmured, pointing it out, causing Elektra to glance at the alarm clock sitting on the night stand. "You should take Jay-Jay to bed… since she's already asleep in your arms. The kid needs a lot of sleep, you know."

Elektra raised an eyebrow as she looked back down. Sure enough, the toddler had curled up against her comfortingly and drifted off to an easy sleep. Well, that had been quick. The little girl had been up only moments before and she didn't look the slightest bit tired at all. She gingerly held her close to her chest as she stood up, dismissing herself to the nursery as Matt made his way to the master bedroom.

"Sweet dreams, honey…" Elektra said softly, placing her daughter safely into the crib. She kissed her pudgy cheeks and then, what else? - headed back to the guest room to spend even more time watching and waiting for something to happen.

She sat back down at the young woman's side once more, now drawing the chair closer to the bedside. Elektra placed her hand on top of Jamie's tenderly, "I'm glad that you came here." She murmured. "I got to really know just how amazing my little girl is… I know you're stronger than this; you can beat this." She raised Jamie's hand and kissed the back of her, placing her own hand upon Jamie's cheek now.

After a few moments, the silence was broken once more and this time, not by Elektra. "I… This was a second chance…" Jamie mumbled weakly. God, did she sound terrible. Her voice shook, it was extremely close to a whimper. "…to see my parents together again."

Elektra felt her stomach lunge up to her throat the moment Jamie began to speak. She was speaking, that meant she couldn't be feeling too bad, right? "How're you feeling?" She simply asked.

Jamie shook her head lightly. There was really no other way of answering. "Everything hurts… I can't move my arms, my legs. My sides ache when I breathe… God… I'm dying…"

"You aren't dying." Elektra quickly remarked, mostly to reassure herself if anything.

A smile came to Jamie's face as her tired-fill eyes started in transfix upon Elektra, "We both know this poison is working… We both know its purpose… Just as long as I was able… to save you three from those awful fates… I can die honorably; happy…" The smile grew slightly, but then all together disappeared. "I can finally be with my parents again…" She pointed out.

Elektra shook her head quickly, "You could have done so much more-"

"You act as if it's all over…" Jamie pointed out. "Your daughter is barely three… She'll do even greater things… I may be that same two year old from the future… but she won't be like me in nineteen years, I guarantee it… You can go a head and go to the bed…"

"I'm staying right here." Elektra answered. There was no way she was going to leave Jamie in this state all alone in the guest room. If something did happen, Elektra wanted to be here with her, to make everything she could easier for the girl.

Jamie looked down slightly, "I don't want to be brought back… once I die." She pointed out. "Promise me you won't do anything…"

"I won't have to since you're not going to die." Elektra repeated, now just simply being hard-headed, repeating the information just so she could hear it for herself; to keep telling herself that nothing was going to happen what-so-ever to Jamie. She was going to easily pull through this and then some.

"I want to be with my family again…" Jamie murmured softly, casting her eyes down, turning her head to the side so she couldn't face Elektra, who scooted closer to the girl.

Elektra wrapped her arms around her tightly, placing a tiny kiss on her cheek, as she stroked strands of her dark brown hair gently, "I love you, Jamie." She whispered into her ear.

Jamie's lip trembled slightly and then formed a weak smile as she buried her face against Elektra's shoulder.

To Be Continued