¤ ¤ ¤

"So how are we going to do this?"

Abby peered up at the building but didn't say anything for awhile. Finally, she spoke. "I'll go for Blade."

King shook his head. "We should stick together. There's cops all over the building and suckers everywhere just waiting to sink their STD ridden fangs into your gorgeous ivory biteable skin…"

She turned to him with dead eyes. "I'm fine."

"You're bleeding from six different places…" he said wryly.

"Fine," she snarled. "You go get him then. I'll guard."

He stayed for a moment, wanting to say something, then, thinking better of it, started towards the open vent.

She waited five minutes, fuming. She felt like she could take on everyone in that building, human and vampire alike, whatever the odds. She then checked her guns and started in.

¤ ¤ ¤

As the vamp flew through the glass, King caught his first real live look at a the man, the legend, Blade. The guy didn't look that tough… cold as ice though. Lethargic at the moment with enough tranq to bring down an elephant.

"Hello Ladies…" He slid the inhaler into Blade's mouth. "Wake up Blade…This is your rescue…"

He turned to take Danica down but she dodged then bolted, her brother two steps behind. He was fighting off Jarko when Blade got up.

Holy Jesus Christ.

Jarko hit the door and flew through.

"Go."

King bolted out. He slid down the hall a bit and caught sight of Blade coming out of the door. Holy fuck. The guy was one scary son of a bitch. A few security guys came after him but nothing he couldn't handle. He turned his attention for a minute to see people bolting all over the place, shots firing and down the corridor, Abby. "Whistler!"

She turned, the light of battle in her eyes. "This way!"

They ran, having to hole up in a side hallway as human and vamp alike fired on them in a semi trap/ambush.

Suddenly Blade turned and jumped up into a vent.

"Hey! Whoa whoa whoa!" King yelled. "Where are you going? Where the fuck is he going? This is supposed to be a rescue!"

Abby shrugged, firing shot after shot, missing. "We've pinned down…"

"I can't shoot around corners," he yelled, frustrated.

She unstrapped her bow. "I can."

He winked at her then threw a flash grenade towards the police. They bolted after the vamps, Abby firing arrows.

They made it outside just as the cops showed up. At least

"Okay, we're fucked." King started as Blade jumped out of a window to land beside them.

"Forgot my sword…" he quipped.

King raised his eyebrow. Maybe the guy wasn't so icy after all… before he could reply, a beat up jeep broke through the police barrier and Dex jumped out. "Whoo! C'mon."

¤ ¤ ¤

King came up behind Abby on the foredeck and slid his arms around her. He'd helped her clean herself up before dinner so she was covered in bandages and smelled of iodine. All through the meal, she'd been quiet and had left right after clean-up. He'd given her two hours of alone time then decided to track her down. He'd found her on the foredeck, wrapped up in her own misery. He hugged her for awhile before talking. "You okay?"

She nodded in his arms, sniffing.

"You sure?"

Another nod, then he felt hot tears on his arm.

"Hey… hey… c'mere." He turned her around to face him.

She buried her face in his chest. "I didn't even know him… why am I so wrecked?"

He held her tightly. "He was your dad, Abs. Even if he didn't act it, he was your flesh and blood…"

"I don't want to care, King. Not like this…"

He held her at arms length, looking into her big beautiful eyes. "Never say that, Abby. This is what reminds you that you're human."

"I know…" she replied in a small voice.

"C'mon," he led her gently back inside. "Let's go to bed."

¤ ¤ ¤

"Oh my god Abby, it's him! It's Drake!"

The office erupted in chaos. Blade fired at Drake, drake dodged, lunged and grabbed King by the throat.

Abby almost screamed. No. Not King. Not now. Not when they just… She wanted to jump but she knew she'd never make it. She wanted to shoot Drake right between the eyes but knew she'd never get a shot off. She couldn't do a fucking thing!

"Just shoot him!"

Drake pulled a silver stake from King's chest holster. "Go ahead Blade, show me what you're made of."

King yelled as Drake drove it into his shoulder. He could see the tears in Abby's eyes. He wanted to comfort her, wanted to call out but the pain shot out through his body, making the urge to scream stronger. He fell and watched through pain-hazed eyes as Drake crashed through the window, Blade seconds behind.

"King!" Abby screamed, throwing herself down beside him. She started rummaging through her bag and pulled out a med kit. "This is an elastic protein… it'll hurt but it will stop the bleeding…"

"Hey Abs…"

"No teary heartfelt confession, King. Not now. You're not going to die…"

"What did one lesbian say to the other?"

She stared at him. Even in extreme pain the jokes didn't stop… "What?"

"See you in 28 days." He laughed, ending in a gasp of pain.

"Oh god, c'mon." She helped him up and they stumbled towards the elevators.

Inside, he leaned against the wall and pulled her gently into his arms, despite the pain. "Hey, I'm going to be fine."

"Let's let Sommerfeld decide that."

"You still want me right now though right? I make a sexy stab victim, don't I?"

She rolled her eyes. "Jokes right to the limit, eh?"

"Well, don't I?"

They hit the ground floor and the doors pinged open. Abby started out towards the front doors.

"Hey! What about me?"

"If you can crack jokes, you can walk, joke boy…"

¤ ¤ ¤

She opened the door carefully, just in case he was asleep. He wasn't. He was sitting up, still watching an Italian movie. She watched his eyes moving across the screen. He looked calm and relaxed, a change from the surgery room when Sommerfeld was trying to stitch up his shoulder. Abby was trying to hold him down while he writhed around on the table.

His eyes stopped. He'd noticed her.

"How're you feeling?" she asked softly, coming towards him.

"Like I've been stabbed…" But he smiled anyway and patted the bed. "Sit with me. Goddamn, you're hurt."

She brushed it off and sat carefully beside him. "I'm fine…You going to tell me the secret of life?"

His good arm slid around her and pulled her closer. "Watch with me."

She snuggled into him. "I still can't put you and Italian movies together…"

"Hey, I have class. I'm cultured!" He tried to sound indignant.

"Says the guy who drinks scotch from the bottle…"

¤ ¤ ¤

Okay, so there are a few discrepancies in it but I wanted to put in some stuff so there you go... a little artistic liscense... let me know what you think!