Author's Note: This is my first time doing this, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Like or hate, send me a review and let me know if I should continue. Also, I didn't have anyone to edit this, so please forgive any grammatical errors. One more thing, I know the title is really lame and I'm working on something better. Any ideas?
Rating: I'm going to say T for later chapters, but this one isn't really that bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; they belong to a bunch of people with way more money and power then me. I make no profit from writing this. If I did, I wouldn't be looking for a job at Blockbuster.
Elektra Natchios walked the familiar streets of Hell's Kitchen, not sure what to do next. She had checked every place she could think of and come up with nothing. She'd been by the coffee shop earlier today, hoping to find him there. No such luck. Next was the playground, where she had first realized how unique he was. Not there either. She had considered going to his law office but quickly rejected the idea. For one thing, she didn't know where it was. The phonebook seemed the obvious solution to this problem but she decided not to use it. They had a lot to discuss and she proffered to have that particular conversation somewhere a bit more private. By that time, night had begun to fall and she was running out of ideas. It occurred to her that he was probably out patrolling as Daredevil so she had taken to the rooftops. Not finding him, she headed for his apartment.
Reaching the roof of the building, a flood of memories threatened to overwhelm her. This was where they had kissed that first time, leading up to her spending the night. It was also where she had fallen in love with him, something she hadn't known she was capable of. It was true though; Elektra had completely fallen for Matt Murdock, despite her best attempts to stop it.
Not that she had shown it very well. Trying to kill him after thinking he was responsible for her father's death wasn't her best decision. Shutting her eyes tightly, she forced herself not to think about it now. She was well aware of the mistakes she had made where Matt was concerned and felt guilty enough as it was.
She sat on the roof for what felt like an eternity, waiting for Matt to come home. Time passed with no sign of him and Elektra's attention slowly began to wander. Gazing out at the buildings around her, a slight smile tugged at her lips. This had been his favorite view of the city, he'd said that when he brought her up here. The idea of seeing him again was both exciting and terrifying. Exciting because she had been missing him for almost four years and desperately needed to talk to him, to tell him she wasn't dead and apologize for leaving. Terrifying because she would have to explain where she had been all this time and how she'd been making a living. That thought made her cringe inwardly. Matt was a good man who spent his life serving justice and protecting the innocent. What would he say when he learned that she had been an assassin for over three years? Still, he deserved the truth and she would give it to him, no matter what his reaction might be.
Hours went by and still, Matt hadn't returned. Elektra had finally given up on waiting at his apartment. It was late and the temperature had started to drop. So here she was, pacing the streets, completely out of options. Just as she had decided to find a hotel room for the night and take up the search again tomorrow, she felt eyes watching her.
Instinctively, she grabbed the hilt of the sai tucked in an inside pocket of her jacket. Hell's Kitchen was one of the worst neighborhoods in New York and people were attacked there all the time. And here she was, a beautiful woman, walking alone. The perfect target for some sick bastard looking for kicks. Or at least that's what it looked like. Elektra smirked briefly; she was going to teach this guy that appearances could be very deceiving. Adapting a fighting stance and tightening her grip on the weapon, she prepared to face her opponent. A man was standing in the shadows, watching her intently. As she moved closer, her eyes went wide with recognition and she instantly released her sai. There, standing just feet away, was Matt Murdock
For several moments, they simply stared at each other. Elektra was the first to recover. "Matt..." she said softly, her voice choked with pent up emotion. Okay so it wasn't much but she was still in a mild state of shock. She had rehearsed this conversation in her mind a thousand times but now that the moment had come and she could finally talk to him again, she couldn't seem to form the words. Meanwhile, Matt hadn't said a thing yet and his lack of reaction worried her.
"Matt" she repeated, louder this time. Frowning slightly, she moved a few steps closer to him. "Matt, it's me, Elektra."
Snapping out of his daze, he finally responded in a hurt, angry voice she barely recognized. "That's impossible, Elektra's dead. She died a long time ago."
"Matt please just listen-"she tried again only to be cut off before she could finish
"No!" He was yelling now as he backed away from her. The hand on his stick tightened until his knuckles turned white. "I don't know who you are or if this is some sick joke but you're not her, you can't be!"
Shocked by his outburst, Elektra was momentarily lost for words. Regaining control, she quickly moved to block his path, as he was trying to get past her. There were tears in her eyes now as she became desperate. Matt couldn't be blamed for his reaction; after all, it wasn't every day that you ran into your supposedly dead girlfriend on your way home. In his position, she would probably do the same thing; think it was a trick or that she had lost her mind. But she was here, this was real and she had to find a way to convince him of that. It had been months since she had left the Millers and she'd finally gotten up the courage to find Matt again. Now that she had, she couldn't bear the thought of losing him without at least having him know the truth.
Matt's blindness had never really bothered her before but at that moment, she wanted him to see her more then anything, to be able to prove to him that it was her standing in front of him and not some imposter. Since that was impossible, she had to find another way and fast. Matt had just pushed past her and was rapidly moving away. If she had wanted to, Elektra could have made sure he didn't leave but the last thing she wanted was to hurt him. Besides, he was already distrustful of her and attacking him probably wouldn't be the best way to put him at ease. Besides he wasn't exactly helpless himself, as she well remembered from their previous fights.
Searching her mind for something that would prove her identity, she suddenly realized what street they were on. Blinking a few times, she checked her surroundings again to be sure. It can't be the same place, she told herself mentally. That would be way too ironic. But it was, she was sure of it. She had met him here once before and despite the fact that it had been years ago, the memory was clear enough that it could have happened yesterday.
She had been looking for him that night too. He had been walking along this street, facing away from her. Just as she was about to announce her presence, he had spoken.
"So does this mean you want a rematch?" he'd asked, referring to their sparring session on the playground earlier that day. Instead of answering his question, she said the first thing that came to mind. "I knew I'd find you."
The noise of Matt's footsteps and his stick hitting the ground brought her back to the present. Jogging to catch up with him, Elektra spoke to his retreating form, hoping he would remember the significance of the words.
"I knew I'd find you."
Matt stopped in his tracks, his body going completely rigid. Slowly, he turned to face her.
"What did you say?" The anger had left his voice completely, replaced by confusion and…hope? She wasn't sure but she thought she detected a note of hope there. Her heart leapt with joy, she could tell he was starting to believe her. Pressing her advantage, she moved closer and this time Matt didn't back away.
"I told you I'd find you. Here first, and then that night on the rooftop, the night I…died." She paused for a moment; the subject of her death was still difficult to talk about. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to continue. "You begged me not to fight Bullseye but I didn't listen. Matt, I'm so sorry. I-"
Her apology was cut short as Matt suddenly pulled her to him. Before she knew it, Elektra was being crushed against his chest as he hugged her tightly. Surprised by the move, it took her a moment to return the embrace. When she did, she held him just as fiercely. A sob escaped her as she buried her head on his shoulder. God, it felt so good to be in his arms again.
After several long moments, Matt pulled away. Confused and a little hurt by his action, Elektra looked at him questioningly, forgetting briefly that he couldn't see her.
"What is it?" she asked, afraid that she had done something wrong.
He was silent a moment before he unexpectedly whipped off his sunglasses.
"Wait for it." He said softly. Understanding dawned just as the first rain drops hit their faces.
Elektra smiled widely, unable to believe this. Minutes before, she had been wishing that he could see her again and now this. He was still blind obviously, but the rain gave him the next best thing to actual sight. Now, he was running his hands over her face, the same way he had on the roof of his apartment years before. When he spoke again, his voice was so low that she had to strain to hear him.
"How is this possible? I was there, you died in my arms. I heard your heart stop beating-"
This time, she was the one to interrupt, pulling him into a passionate kiss. By the time it ended, both were out of breath. Elektra leaned in close to his ear and murmured "I promise I'll explain everything, but not here. Let's go back to your apartment where we can talk." Matt simply nodded in reply.
She hated to take away his "sight" but they were being pounded mercilessly by the rain and she was starting to get cold. That wasn't the real reason she wanted to leave though. She was putting off giving him her explanation for as long as possible. Yes, she planned on telling him everything, just not now. She knew it was inevitable but that didn't change the fact that she was afraid of Matt's reaction. If he decided that he couldn't forgive her past deeds, she would lose him all over again. If that was the case, she wanted as much time with him as possible before saying goodbye.