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Date Posted: 07:02:37 08/06/03 Wed
Author: Spin
Subject: Dance with Me
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Dance with Me" on 06:58:44 08/06/03 Wed

~*~

After struggling with the locks, Sara flew the door open, walked into her apartment, and slammed it shut. To say that Sara was annoyed was an understatement; the woman was down right mad. “What an asshole!” she yelled out into her empty apartment. She tossed her keys onto a nearby shelf, dropped her bag on the floor, and yanked off her leather jacket. She flew her jacket over the coat rack; not caring that she had missed and it fell onto the floor, landing on her bag. “What the hell was Vicky thinking, setting me up with that jerk?”

That moment her phone rang, immediately knowing who was on the other end. Sara picked up and shortly replied, “Pezzini.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. It was Vicky.

“No, never again. Did you hear me Vic? No more, set ups, no more blind dates, no more friend of a friend of a friend. Got that Poe.”

Pause

“What do you mean you didn’t know he was married? Well your friend is an idiot. There is a difference between separated and divorced. No Vic, no more blind dates! Vicky don’t go there.” Sara sighed, her friend, the M.E. was persistent as hell and loved to play matchmaker. The problem was that all the guys Vicky sets her up with weren’t exactly her type. No, scratch that. They just didn’t know how to go about handling her. A tough New York Detective who could kick ass. Most of the men found that intimidating while the rest found it intriguing. They see it as a challenge to see if they can be the man to ‘change’ her into some passive docile woman, a woman to ‘their’ liking. Sara Pezzini does not change for anyone.

“For the last time no, Vicky. No, no, no and no. I’m hanging up now. Goodnight, Vic.” Sara slammed her phone down and sighed. She shut her eyes against the impending headache that was coming. While rubbing her temples, the Witchblade hissed on her wrist. She sighed again. It only reacted that way when a certain tall, dark, shadow was nearby. Slowly she made her way over to the fire escape.

Sure enough there, he was, his back was facing towards her, his head titled up, looking up into the night sky. She pushed open the window and stuck her head out, “Nottingham, what are you doing here?”

Without turning around he said, “I was in the neighborhood.”

With his back turned he did not see the ‘you’re full of crap’ look. “In my neighborhood, huh?” Ian nodded his head. “Nottingham, you live across town. You expect me to believe that you were just taking a stroll, hopping from fire escape to fire escape?” She could see his shoulders shaking, he was laughing at her. “You know something, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you have a thing for fire escapes, Nottingham.”

He snorted, “Perhaps,” finally turning around to look down at Sara, “Or maybe I just have an affinity for *your* fire escape, Sara.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She sat down on the windowsill and leaned back against the frame. “Seriously Nottingham, I thought we’ve passed this whole stalking and lurking bit. What are you doing here?”

Ian nodded his head again. It was true they had come to a truce. After the incident with Lucreztia and Irons return from the dead, it took Ian time to regain what little trust she had in him in the first place. It was a hard and rocky road in convincing Sara that she had no worries when it came to him. That he lived to protect her, to guide, and help her with the Witchblade. To serve her, the true wielder. That he was the one man she could trust.

Finally after much time and coaxing, their obscure ‘business’ relationship had grown into a estrange friendship. Slowly over time, Ian managed to prove himself in Sara’s eyes, and was now a person she could trust and count on. Sara would call upon him for help when it came to the supernatural and down right freaky issues. In return, he would spend less and less time stalking her and lurking in the shadows. She would stop her verbal abuse and he would quite being so cryptic. Yet, even over the two years they have known each other, she still held some reserves about the enigmatic man.

However, the more time they spent the more at ease they were with each other’s company. Sara started calling Ian to simply talk and he was there to listen. And now here they were, on her fire escape, with Sara waiting for an answer.

“Would you believe that I was out gallivanting?” Ian flashed that mischievous smile of his.

Sara didn’t bother to hold back her amusement, “You, gallivanting? I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “Why? Do you find the idea ridiculous?” He asked. Sara’s mouth began to move but no words were uttered. The very notion that he would willingly go out and find women to have an affair with was not something she could picture. It just wasn’t his style. She was also finding it that the idea was not sitting well with her.

‘Because you know he’s in love with you and the idea of him with another woman irritates you, Sara.’ An annoying little voice spoke in the back of her mind.

She ignored the voice and turned her attention back to Ian, “I just can’t see you going out, purposely looking out for women, Nottingham.” She shook her head again.

“Do you not think I am not attractive enough to catch a woman’s attention?” He countered back. Honestly, he was hoping for another answer. Perhaps, being too jealous to see him with another woman. But he knew better to expect that from her. She did not return the sentiments he shared.

Sara narrowed her eyes on him and snorted, “Are you fishing for a compliment, Nottingham?”

Ian feigned hurt, pressing his hand over his chest, “You wound me, Sara. Do you think I would stoop so low to gain a compliment from you?” He looked at her sternly, making sure his face belie the mirth in his eyes.

Sara was taken aback; did she really hurt him with what she said? She was about to apologize “Nottingham, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” but that was until she seen the amusement his eyes. Over the years, she had gotten good in reading him. All she had to do was look into his eyes, and there she would be able to decipher what he was feeling. She stopped apologizing and instead, “You ass!” she reached out and playfully hit him on the arm, “And here I thought you were being serious. Just for that, no I don’t think women find you attractive, Nottingham.”

Ian smiled and shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t matter if other women found him attractive. The only woman that Ian was concern with was Sara. “What about you, Sara? Do you find me attractive?” He lowered his head, and looked at her with those puppy eyes. She groaned and rolled her eyes. She hated that look.

“Still fishing, Nottingham?”

Ian thought for a moment, “Mm, yes I am. Moreover, I would really like to know, Sara. Do you find me attractive?” He asked again.

She sighed and acquiescently replied, “Yes, Nottingham, I find you attractive. There are you happy?”

‘Of course you find him attractive, Sara. You’ve always have but you were too stubborn to acknowledge it to him and worst to yourself.’ The irritating voice was back.

‘Would you shut up,’ ironically Sara replied.

“In what way do you find me attractive, Sara?” he added.

“Oh God, are you serious Nottingham?”

He gave her that look again and Sara was unable to resist.

‘Go on Sara be truthful with your man,’ the voice said.

‘He is not my man, and I told you to shut up!’ Sara yelled back.

‘You are a fool to keep telling yourself that. You cannot deny that you want him.’ Sara looked down at the glowing stone on her wrist. “You, shut up!” She swore at the bracelet and the glow died down.

“You don’t have to yell if you do not wish to tell me, Sara.”

Sara realized then that she had spoken aloud, and that Ian thought she was cursing at him rather then her meddling bracelet. “I’m sorry, Nottingham. I wasn’t yelling at you, I was, um, well I was…” she shook her head. She couldn’t tell him that she was arguing with her bracelet. Not that he would not understand and think her crazy. Actually, he of all people should know the connection she shared with It. But she did not want to explain the reasons why. “You know what just forget it. Now,” she sighed, “Where was I?”

“You were about to tell me that I was sexy, gorgeous, handsome, stunningly beautiful, and that I had a great sense of humor.” Ian answered for her.

Sara lifted her eyebrow, “Oh really?” Ian grinned and nodded his head.

“A bit cocky there weren’t you?”

“You mean I am not any of those things?”

“Argh, enough with that puppy look already. Yes, Nottingham, you are,” she started listing his attributes in a monotonous tone, “Sexy, gorgeous, handsome, stunningly beautiful, and you have a very twisted sense of humor. Happy now?”

He gave her that beautiful smile, and said, “Yes, thank you, Sara.” Even though he knew, she was only playing along. To listen to those words spoken by her, made him feel happy and confident.

Sara had to look away; just the way he smiled made her forget to breath. “Uh, you’re welcome Nottingham.”

From the corner of her eyes she could see him move, “Whoa, where are you going?”

Ian looked at her as if she was crazy, “Well now that you’ve reassured me in my physical appearance, I thought I might go out gallivanting.”


She grinned and shook her head, “I don’t think so, Nottingham. No gallivanting for you tonight.”

‘Oh, is someone jealous?’ The witchy voice was back.

Sara took a deep breath and simply ignored it. “Now, sit your ass down and tell me why you’re here.” She pointed at the metal steps, and Ian took a seat.

“I was concerned. I felt your distress earlier and so I came here to see what was wrong.”

She was not surprised, long live mystical connections. In the beginning, Sara was alarmed that she had any connection with Ian. She knew she had shared one with Irons but it was only because he had worn the blade. But it wasn’t a factor in Ian’s case. There was no explanation but Sara was none to happy about it in the beginning. Over time, she had grown use to it and now, had often forgotten about it.

It was both a curse and a blessing in disguise. A curse because she felt appalled that Ian would be able to feel what she was feeling. Yet, it was a blessing because he was the one person who would be able to understand. She didn’t have to worry about explaining to him why she was feeling the way she would. He would simply accept it and help her in any way that he could, that is if she let him. It definitely made things a lot easier.

“So, my lady, I take it your blind date did not go well?” Ian had heard from Sara that her friend, Vicky Poe, had set her up on yet another mysterious date. Sara was not all too happy about it and neither was Ian.

“That is an understatement, Nottingham. This,” she sighed, “must have been ‘the’ worst date of my life.”

“What went wrong?” he asked.

“Everything,” she replied.

She took a deep breath and started to recap the night’s events. “First of all he was a half hour late in meeting me at the restaurant. Then he decides to order dinner for the both of us without asking me. Believe me by then I was already pissed off. But I was willing to give the guy a chance. He seemed nice enough. While waiting for the food, he asked me to dance. So, he leads me onto the dance floor, tries to cop a feel while we are dancing, and then not two minutes into the song, this crazed woman comes charging at us.

She is yelling at him and insulting me. I asked him who she was and he tells me that its his wife. He’s trying to explain to me that it was a big misunderstanding, that they are separated, and that they were going to have a divorce. Apparently, the wife was not told about his plans. So, she starts to go off on him right there in the restaurant. I grabbed my stuff and hightailed it out of there. And that, Nottingham, was my blind date.”

“I am sorry that your date was a deceitful asshole.”

Sara’s eyes widen and she couldn’t help but smile, “Nottingham, you cursed. I’m shocked.”

“I suppose you’re rubbing off on me.” He grinned.

‘I bet you wouldn’t mind him rubbing off on you either, Sara.’ The blade’s voice started giggling.

‘Would you shut up, you perverted thing you.’

‘Come on, Sara. Don’t sit there and tell me you’ve not once thought of Ian in that way?’

‘I haven’t,’ Sara replied.

‘Liar,’ with that said the blade flashed Sara snippets of images from different dreams she had of Ian.

Sara could feel her face getting hot. “Are you alright, Sara?” She blinked back the haziness and stared right into amber colored eyes. So full of concern and worry. Ian had knelt in front of Sara when she did not answer him for the second time. He noticed that the blade was active on her wrist but he was not privy to what It was showing her. Something must have been wrong because Sara was flushed and hot.

Sara looked down at the accursed bracelet. Mentally swearing at it and threatening that she would melt it if It did not stop its teasing right now. The blade giggled once again and faded into a now ornate piece of jewelry. “Sara?” Ian called her again.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine Nottingham.”

“Is the blade showing you a vision?” he asked.

“You could say that,” she replied, blushing.

Ian did not pry for an explanation and Sara was grateful for it. After an awkward moment, Ian finally spoke, “So, would you mind if I made up for your ruined evening?”

Sara shook her head; she wasn’t sure what Ian was asking her, “What?” then it dawned on her. “Oh, that’s real sweet of you, but its okay. We all have bad dates occasionally. There is nothing really you can do about it.”

‘Give the boy a chance will you?’ the blade pleaded.

“You are right, Sara. There is nothing I can do,” he stood up probably ready to leave. Sara couldn’t help but feel disappointed. She really did not want him to go. However, she was surprised when he offered his hand, “but I can try and make the rest of your evening enjoyable.”

Sara eyed his hand, unsure what he was thinking. Ian looked down at her and saw the uncertainty running through her eyes. “Do you trust me, Sara?” She looked up at him and all she could see was a man she could trust. “Of course I do, Ian.” He beamed when she used his first name.

‘Good answer,’ the blade agreed.

“Then take my hand,” he advised.

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