Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters so please don't sue me as I am poor but if you have a penchant for tins of creamed corn, please feel free to sue but must provide your own can opener

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters so please don't sue me as I am poor but if you have a penchant for tins of creamed corn, please feel free to sue but must provide your own can opener.

It was so quiet. Was he dead?

A large clanging noise brought him back to reality and he felt the sloshing of water against his body. His arms weak, he tried to push himself into a sitting position. Groaning from the exertion, he felt the bones click in his shoulders, a feeling of numbness washing over him slowly. Matt grabbed the sides of his water tank and pulled himself up, ignoring the throbbing pain that seemed to cloak him.

"Elektra?" He called out into the darkness, the smell of rose oil thick in the air; but no answer came. Moving out of the sarcophagus, he stood up slowly, his knee caps crunching. "Elektra?" He repeated, his voice hopeful that this time he would hear her call back. But again; silence.

She sat high atop the city, her hair billowing gently around her, occasionally getting caught in the tears that ran slowly down her cheeks. Thinking back to the night just passed, she sighed heavily, as if letting her troubles run free, but knowing that they never would. She could still feel Matt's blood pumping out of the wound she had caused, his pained face as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. Once he was out, she had dragged him down from the rooftop; the one that she had shared her first kiss with him, a memory now so smeared and painful that she could barely think about it.

He had been heavy, but she had finally managed to strip him and lower him into his tank. This had been the first time she had seen his apartment and had cringed at the sight of the metal coffin. She had just buried her father in one; she couldn't bear to think of Matt in one too.

Wiping away her tears, she stepped towards the edge of the rooftop, glancing down at the forgotten body of Bullseye, who still lay crumpled in a heap in a dark alleyway. Elektra picked up her sai's, placing them in their leg holsters and jumped off the edge of the building, vanishing into the night around her. As she plummeted towards the adjoining rooftop, she thought back to Matt in his coffin. Wondering if she could ever stay with him.

A/N: Sorry it's so short! I'm going camping today for a week so wanted to leave you with something at least until I get back! So I hope it makes sense lol.