Title: Elementary
Author: McKay
Summary: Patterns are
broken, control is relinquished. Elektra/Abby SLASH. Drabble.
Rating:
PG-13
Archive: Go for it, just tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own
them, and I apologize to those who do. Please don't sue me.
Author's
notes: This one goes out to mistresskitty-chibi. Apologies for the
formatting; doesn't handle it real well. The proper version
can be found here:
piperrhiannon . livejournal . com / 144350 . html
(without the spaces, obviously.)
She hadn't been lying when she told Abby she'd be better than her very soon.
Elektra watches her train. Keeps
tabs on her progress.
Abby is clearly getting there. She's tiny,
but she's strong. Maybe "compact" is more like it.
Powerful.
It's discipline she lacks.
Elektra watches her
at rest. Looks for changes in her face, in her energy.
Although
her body changes - she's faster, lithe, more precise with each
movement - Abby does not. Pure wind and fire, she needs to center.
Even when she sleeps, she twitches and grumbles, tossing her
head.
Elektra watches her sleep. Searches her face for hints
of that change.
Sometimes she thinks that Abby must have changed.
Something invisible, something unidentifiable.
She is more woman
than girl in certain light.
Elektra watches her wake. Just
this once, maybe, there is no harm.
Abby is clearly unsurprised
to see her, and she smiles. Elektra allows a small smile in return,
feeling promises she's made to herself dissolve.
Though she
prides herself on her discipline, she thinks, just once, she can
follow Abby's lead.
Elektra closes her eyes. Denies
everything she knows is coming.
She knows that Abby has never
been kissed. She knows a hundred reasons why this is wrong.
Abby
uncertainly puts her arms around Elektra's neck, and the air is
suddenly too thick to breathe.
Elektra realizes, all at once, that she has been surpassed.