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Date Posted: 13:14:59 02/08/04 Sun
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: 23
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Witchblade/The Pretender Crossover continued" on 20:10:07 12/14/03 Sun

Thanks for being patient with me, the muses abandoned me on this one.....I know this part is rushed but I was getting frustrated with so I decided to just post it and be done with it. Love you guys! You are the BEST! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Sara rubbed her temples in anguish. She and Jarod had arrested Harrison, the FBI had rescued the boy and he was safe. But they had Harrison in the box for over 12 hours and had gotten nothing from him. He was insisting the boy was his grandson as was the boy so they were hitting a brick wall. She didn’t particularly care for the back up plan, she had a bad feeling about it and her bad feelings usually panned out.


Benson strong armed Ian into the box. “You get in there, sit down, and behave.”

Ian quickly stood at attention giving Benson a jaunty salute and yelled out, “Sir, Yes, Sir.”

Benson took him by the arm and dragged him to the table, “SIT DOWN!”

Harrison glanced up at him with a look of utter disgust then returned to his drawing.

“Hey, he’s got a pencil, I want a pencil. Benson, I want a pencil!”

“Pencils are merit based items, you be a good little boy and I’ll see if maybe I can find a crayon for you,” Benson sneered before he closed the door.

“FUCK YOU, PIG!” Ian immediately got up and banged on the door, then stalked the room muttering to himself before going back and sitting across from Harrison. He laid his head down on folded arms watching the older man draw, “cool ship, you a Navy guy?”

“Retired.”

Ian sat up pulled his sleeve up and plopped his right arm across the drawing and pointed to his tattoo, “Black Dragons Rampart, Special Forces Unit, 1992-1995. I was a Captain.”

Harrison looked him up and down, “you were kicked out, I see.”

“No, sir, they said I was a great officer, offered me the world if I’d stay but I couldn’t do it, all the yelling and the screaming for nothing bugged the hell out of me. Plus I saw some things in Desert Storm I didn’t agree with. Didn’t gas us my ass. That ain’t an honorable way to die, writhing in a sand field. I got the hell out of that shit. I’ll take a bullet but I ain’t going to die from some chemicals, that’s bullshit.”

“Death in the service of you country is honorable as long as you don’t take a bullet in the back while running from a fight,” Harrison stated staring at Ian in disgust.

“Maybe when you were fighting age but not now, you can’t understand, pushbutton wars, and more deaths from friendly fire, chemical weapons. Guts and Glory, my ass.”

“It’s that attitude that has brought our rank numbers down. People like you should be
court-martialed then shot. I don’t understand war? I served in Korea and Viet Nam, my son DIED in Desert Storm! I understand war, so you shut you insubordinate mouth!” He screamed, his face red with rage.

“Whatever,” Ian shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair propping his legs up on the table and closing his eyes, ignoring the infuriated man.

Sara, Jarod, and Sydney stood behind the 2 way mirror watching Ian’s performance. “Why won’t he go in for the kill?”

“Jarod you have to be patient, Ian has already gotten him to show more emotion than either of you could playing good cop bad cop. He will feel when the time is right.”

“We don’t have a lot of time, we can only hold him for another couple of hours maybe we should send Benson back in to stir Ian up.”

“No, he wanted no one to enter unless he gave the code word.”

“I feel so helpless, “Sara said. Come on baby, you can do this, she thought.

Harrison glared at Ian sizing him up from unkempt hair and beard down to filthy combat boots. On the other side of the screen the trio watched as he literally swelled with fury. “Get those filthy boots off the table.”

Ian gave no indication he had heard him. Harrison closed his notebook and swung it with all his might hitting Ian’s boots and knocking them off the table.

“What the fuck?” Ian jumped to his feet snatching the notebook away. “Jesus, I was just trying to sleep why the hell did you do that?”

“Your feet are filthy, I wanted them off that table.”


“You could have just asked.”

“I did!”

“You ordered and I don’t take orders from uptight asses like you anymore.” Ian ripped a wad of notebook paper out and tossed it on the floor at Harrison’s feet, then began banging on the door, “I WANT A PENCIL, BENSON YOU MISERABLE FUCK!” He yelled for the officer several more times before stomping back to the table and sitting down. Harrison was smoothing out microscopic bends in his drawing. Ian began pulling the fuzzy’s from pieces of his paper and piling them up in a neat little stack then he started folding paper airplanes until he ran out of supplies. He then fired them across the room two came back striking Harrison in the side of the head and arm. He visibly twitched but didn’t say a word, just continued drawing.

Ian’s eyes narrowed, he was tired of this. He swept the pile of paper fuzzy’s into his hand and made a loose fist, he leaned towards his prey taking a deep breath, then blew sending a flurry of fuzzy’s over Harrison and his artwork. “Look it’s snowing!”

The trio wasn’t quite ready for what happened next. Ian snatched the paper from Harrison’s hand and jumped up singing, “it’s snowing on the boat, it’s snowing on the boat.” Harrison went wild, tackling Ian, wrestling him to the floor, screaming incoherently. Ian laughed at him, “what is your problem man,” seeming totally un-phased by his attacker. Ian ripped the drawing in two.

“I will kill you,” Harrison snarled out grasping double handfuls of Ian’s hair and began banging Ian’s head on the floor, “I will kill you like all the others, you are not worthy, you are not worthy, you will die like those miserable boys!”

“ANGELO!” Ian yelled out letting the enraged man above his continue his abuse and rants, not wanting any of his actions to jeopardize the case.

Several things happened at once, upon hearing the code word Benson rushed in the room pulling Harrison off Ian and holding him against the table, Sara and Jarod ran into the room, Harrison pulled out of Benson’s hold and grabbed the pencil lying on the table. Just as Sara and Jarod helped Ian off the floor Harrison rushed him stabbing him in the shoulder just above his heart. Jarod and Benson lunged for Harrison and Sara pulled Ian from the room. “Call an ambulance.”

Sara hovered as Sydney checked the wound. “Just pull the damn thing out Syd,” Ian said annoyed with the thing sticking out his chest.

“No, it could be lodged against an artery and you could bleed out, you know that.”

Sydney grabbed his face holding it still forcing him to look into his eyes, “I think you have a concussion.”

“That floor was pretty hard.” He glanced past Sydney to Sara who was clenching her fists trying to control he trembling, “Sara?”

“Yeah, baby?” She came to sit beside him on the bench and brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes.

“We got him. He won’t hurt any kids ever again.”

“You got him. We couldn’t get a damn thing out of him.”

The EMT’s were led quickly to Ian. “I’ll ride with him,” Sydney put his arm around Sara to give her a quick hug of reassurance, “he’ll be fine, you and Jarod make sure that animal is taken care of.”

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