Chapter twenty-five -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 22:37:14 10/13/02 Sun
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter twenty-five
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

Sara was about to insist that she didn�t know what he was talking about when she remembered the ring she had found in the elevator. �So the ring did belong to him and he did forget it.� So had Sara. She had forgotten all about the ring. She made her way to the bathroom and fished for her coat. At first she had been apprehensive about touching the ring again. Unsure if the blade was going to thrust her into another vision for the fifth time this evening. Taking a deep breath Sara reached into her coat and felt the cool metal brush against her fingertips. She looked down at the blade, happy to see that it was quiet and dull.

As she got up she looked at the ring in her palm. She could tell that the ring must have been very old by the intricate and unique design. Sara stood there in the middle of her bathroom. She bit her lower lip as she thought. �Must really mean a lot to him.� Her mind was already reeling. The ring was representing an opportunity for her. �Hm, wonder what he�d do to get this back� Sara thought as she headed out the bathroom.

�This it?� Held between her forefinger and thumb was Ian�s ring. With a silent sigh of relief Ian stuck his hand out, reaching for it. Sara pulled back, feigned interest and started to examine the unique jewelry.

�I�ve never seen a ring like this before. Where did you get it Nottingham?�

Ian lowered his hand and began to speak.

�I do not know where it came from. I�ve had the ring as far as I could remember.� He made another attempt to reach of it but Sara still refused to give it back.

�Did Irons give this to you?� Ian lowered his hand. He looked up from his bowed head. He recognized the interrogating tone in her voice, the set in her jaw, and the determination reflected in her eyes. It was then he realized what Sara was planning to do with this ring. She was going to bargain or rather trade his ring for information.

�No�

Ian honestly didn�t think Irons had given him the ring. The origin of the ring was quite mysterious. He had read and researched through countless of books. Never finding any knowledge of its existence. Ian couldn�t have been no older then eleven when he had asked Irons about it. At that age he had assumed Irons� vast knowledge extended to everything. Unfortunately Ian was wrong. Irons simply cast aside Ian�s curiosity of his ring. Explaining to him how it was an unimportant object that he let Ian keep because he had been so fond of it since he was a child. Though a bit disappointed that he was nowhere near as to finding any information about it. But it was the one item he felt that truly belonged to him and only him.

�Really?! Then I can safely assume this �ring�� Sara empathized by drawing out the word.

��Is very important to you. So important that we could let say make a trade?� With his head down Sara didn�t see the small grin cross his face. Sara could be so predictable at times� Ian thought.

�A trade? For information I assume?�

�You got it, pal� Ian contemplated over the turn of events. It was quite funny now that he thought about it. She held his ring hostage in return for information. Well she had wanted to question him earlier but either refused to ask while they were trapped or simply forgot. And he had to admit he was quite curious as to what she wanted to know.

�Before I agree what are the conditions?�

�You give me straight answers, none of these vague mambo jumbo crap. When I�m satisfied I give you the ring.�

It seemed fair enough Sara thought. For months now she had to put up with bullshit riddles from Nottingham, Irons, and even her dead partner. May be this time she could get some real answers.

�What would you like to know?� He asked.

Sara raised her eyebrows. There was no doubt Nottingham could take the ring from her by force, not that he would, but instead he was doing this her way. She just never thought it would have been this easy. First it was Danny now Nottingham. �Well don�t stare a gift horse in the mouth, Pez. Here�s the chance you�ve been waiting for.� The little voice in the back of her mind yelled at her. Here was an opportunity she had been waiting for since she got the Witchblade. Sara was not about to pass it up. �But where do I start?� She wondered.

Her mind reeled back to her conversation with Irons earlier that afternoon. News about how Ian had provided the money for John. How the vision showed Sara he had been the one to return the blade to her. But just how much was she willing to share in that knowledge? Just how far exactly? She decided only to indulge in parts of what she had seen and keep the rest to herself. She would use her knowledge as a guideline of some sort. Sara offered him to sit on the couch with her but he had refused and continued to stand in his little area by the window. �Fine, stand there all night. See if I care!� The anger was evident in Sara�s movements as she marched back to the couch. She didn�t understand why she was upset but she was. Maybe deep down she was hoping he would join her and actually have a normal conversation for once. Sitting back down on the couch, her back against the armrest, legs drawn to her chest, and the ring cradled in the palm of her left hand.

�The night of the Irish massacre�� She paused for a moment the memory still a bit painful. ��. Irons told me that it was you who provided the ransom for John.�

It would have been so easy to just let Conchobar die. No longer a part of Sara's life. Yet, he had witnessed the happiness and love the reincarnated king of Ulster provided in his Lady�s life. He heard the pain in her voice as she begged Irons for the money. How she would have given herself up to Irons for the Irishman. It had been a painful decision to make. Ian�s love for Sara was too great to let jealousy cloud his judgment.

�Why did you do it? Why did you help me that night?� She stared at him.

�I love you�in unguarded moments�

�You already know, Sara� Ian wanted to say but stopped himself. That was the reason why but he remembered the look of disdain mirrored on her face that night. She hadn�t even replied back. Not a word towards his profession of love. Nothing. He closed his eyes and wearily treaded on how to explain his actions to a point where it was satisfactory for Sara. It was then he had spoken.

�Because you needed the money and there was no one left to help you.� Her mouth began to move but her words couldn�t pass the lump in her throat. It was true, with Danny gone; there was no one she could have trusted. Dante was out of the question and she was still unsure about Jake. Even though he had offered to help. Then she had turned to the one person she despised the most. But it didn�t matter because Irons too refused to help. In the end it took the one person she had disregarded since the beginning to come through for her.

�Thank you, Nottingham� It was barely a whisper and Ian had to strain to hear her. His heart felt lighter then ever before. It was a ghost of a smile as the corners of his mouth slightly rose. Sara thought of the next question as she rolled the ring between her fingers.

�Explain to me how this got back on my arm?� She pointed to the blade by lifting up her arm.

Could she have known that it was Ian who had returned the blade to her? It had been easy lying to Irons about it. Yet was he capable of lying to Sara too? He had to choose his words wisely in turn not to reveal what really had happened.

�Well why did you do it?� She asked impatiently.

�How can you be so sure I had been responsible for the return of the blade?�

�It doesn�t take a genius to figure out it was you, Nottingham. You were the last man standing. Jake sure as hell doesn�t know about this. So everything points to you.�

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