Elektra's Son.

(NOTE: I DO NOT OWN ELEKTRA, or any of the other characters...Only Chad.... This story might take some time, but, I'll do as much as I can, when i can.)

Intro: What if Elektra and Matt had gotten back together, and had a son? What if Stick had taken the child away, for his own reasons?... This is what it would be like...

She was sweating. Her opponent was skilled. His double-sided Samurai sword might have been heavy, but he knew exactly how to yield it. He raised, she blocked. Finally, she managed to get the sword out of his hands, only for him to raise a .45 caliber Smith and Wesson in her face. She froze...

Elektra woke up in a cold sweat. She looked at the clock. It was 3:30 a.m. Matt was still asleep. She decided to train until he woke up.

For five hours she trained. Push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups. She did it all. All the while she thought about the child that she had, but never knew. The child whose voice she had never heard, yet it haunts her every night.

Elektra walked into the kitchen to grab an apple and a glass of water. She had just started to eat the apple when Matt walked in.

"Can't sleep?"

Elektra shook her head. "No."

"It's the dream again, isn't it?" Matt's face showed concern. He reached over and turned on the fan over the stove, then he looked back over at Elektra. "If you asked, I'm sure Stick would tell you. It's been seventeen years, maybe he'll..."

"No. It's not Sticks way. All we can do is hope that he's okay." She started to cry. "We didn't even get a chance to really decide on a good name!"

Half a world away...

Blindfolded, sweaty, sore, and exhausted, Chad reached out with his feelings. The thought of it was corny, something out of Star Wars. An opponent came at him from behind, slightly to his left. He swung his pole around to block. Another for came at him from his right. He swung around and blocked.

It had been like this for five hours. He knew that because it had felt like ten. He learned that however long it feels like, it has only been half of that. A third foe came directly at him. He back flipped landed heavily on his left foot, felt his ankle give out, and fell over on to his left side. Injured, and with broken concentration, the side of him that Stick referred to as "his Elektra side," took over. His body went into auto-pilot, reacting blindly, hoping that nothing would get in his way.. Unfortunately, something did. A bamboo pole crashed right into his gut, another on his back, a third across the back of his head. he landed on the floor with a thud. Everything he had achieved in the past 5 hours, total concentration, fearlessness, loss of pain, all went away. He spit blood out of his mouth, and tried to get up. A pole crashed into his back. "Stay down."

Chad fell back down. He tried crawling forward. A foot found its way to his ribs. He thought he felt something crack, but wasn't sure. He tried to focus. He estimated that he had another seven feet before he got to the sides of the combat platform. 'Seven feet, give or take. Is that all?' He though sourly. He reached forward for purchase. A foot found his hand. He jerked it back. That was it. In his mind, her concentrated. He put all of his energy into the next maneuver. First, he flipped around, slowly, as if he were in pain. Oh, he was, but he had to push it aside. Then he made his move. Putting every ounce of strength into his upper body, he quickly sat up, and used that momentum to help his legs pull him up. At the same time, he swung his pole out in a circle. Startled cries met this sudden action. He heard one body hit the floor, then another, then another. That was three. He sensed a fourth. He swung out for it with the pole. It was firmly stopped by a hand grabbing it. "Sensei?"

"Enough. You have fought well today."

Chad stood up as straight as he could, then fell to the ground like a rag doll. He tried to move his legs. They would not respond. Neither would his arms. 'Exhaustion paralysis. Fun'

He felt a hand reach down to his forehead. "You'll be fine. Rest now."