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Chapter 5

Irritation, mostly with herself, welled up within Sydney as she watched Vaughn stalk out of the cafe. She wanted to scream right then, and curse whatever God there was for allowing her to hurt two of the most wonderful men on earth. Matt immediately sensed the change in her, and he grasped her hand more tightly.

“Not one for talking?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“He left a note,” She whispered. She loosened her hand from his grasp, stood, and walked over to the other table to retrieve the note. She brought it back without opening it, and resumed her seat across from Matt. Slowly she opened it and read its contents. It read:

Elektra-

You haven’t seen your friend in a long time, and I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do, so I’ll leave you to it. If there’s an emergency, you can contact me at the hotel. Have a nice life.

-Vaughn


Tears welled up in Sydney’s eyes, and Matt heard like thunder booming as her tears hit the table.

“Elektra, what is it? What’s wrong? What did he say?” Matt pleaded worriedly.

“Nothing, Matt, it’s nothing.” Sydney sounded less than convincing as she crumpled the napkin the not was written on into a tiny wad.

“So,” Matt began. Once he realized that Elektra wasn’t going to elaborate on whatever was in the note, he decided that a change of topic was in order. “It’s your first day in New York after God knows how long, what do you have planned?”

“Well, I think I’ll wander around the city a bit, then go back to my apartment and train.” Matt imperceptibly shook his head. It didn’t sound like a very enjoyable day to him, and he knew it probably wouldn’t be for her. What’s worse is that he knew she knew this as well.

“I have to finish preparing a case. The trial is tomorrow at the local courthouse, you’re more than welcome to come.” Matt heard a slight smile in her voice as she responded.

“I’d like that a lot Matthew.” Just then the door to the cafe opened.

“Oh my God!” The newcomer cried out. He ran to the table where Matt and Elektra were sitting. “Elektra? Elektra, is that really you?” Frank Nelson gaped at her. ‘Buddy Boy,’ as Matt sometimes called him, embraced Sydney.

“It’s good to see you again Frank.” She replied as she returned the embrace.

“I called Frank last night after seeing you again. I told him I had met this really wonderful woman, and that I was meeting her this morning for coffee. This being the first time I’ve mentioned a woman since you- left, I knew he’d come and see for himself.” Matt explained, “I didn’t tell him it was you, Elektra.” Upon seeing Frank’s utterly confused expression, he said, “It’s a long story apparently. All you need to know is that it’s really her and that she’s back.”

“Well I’m really glad you’re back and ok, Elektra. It just wasn’t the same without you, and neither was Matt. As Much as I hate to, we’ve got to cut this short. Matt and I have a sh-t load of work to do. We’ll see you soon?” Frank asked.

“Yes, I’m coming to see your trial tomorrow.” Sydney responded kindly. “Let me pay for this, please Matthew. It was my pleasure.” Matthew was going to protest, but a not so inconspicuous jab in the ribs from Frank shut him up. Arguing it would get him nowhere anyway.

“Oh, Elektra?” He said as he rose from his seat. “could you give me your and Mr. Vaughn’s cell phone numbers, you know, just in case?” Matt asked. reluctantly, Sydney scribbled down both her and Vaughn’s cell phone numbers on a napkin, writing Elektra next to hers and Vaughn next to his.

“If there’s a problem of any kind Matthew, please call me. I don’t think Vaughn wants to be bothered right now. I’m back at my old apartment, so you know where I am if you need me.” Matthew nodded as she handed him the napkin.

“All right, will do. Elektra, try to enjoy yourself this afternoon.” Matthew said earnestly as she hugged him goodbye.

“Thanks Matthew,” Sydney gave him a kiss on the cheek, put a little more than enough money on the table, and made her way to the door. She turned and waved to them, then she was gone. A few moments later Matt and Frank also exited the cafe. Matt had walked, so Frank offered him a ride in his car, which Matt accepted. Once in frank’s Metro car, Matt pulled out a crumpled napkin from his pocket and handed it to his best friend.

“What’s this?” Frank questioned.

“Mr. Vaughn left this note for Elektra before stalking out of the cafe. It made her cry, Frank. I want to know what the SOB said that hurt her,” Matt replied through clenched teeth.

“Ah,” Was Frank’s only reply. He then read the note aloud:

“Elektra-

You haven’t seen your friend in a long time, and I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do, so I’ll leave you to it. If there’s an emergency, you can contact me at the hotel. Have a nice life.

-Vaughn”

Matt pulled the other napkin from his pocket, the one that Elektra had given him with her and vaughn’s cell phone numbers on it. He also pulled out his cell phone.

“Read me the number next to the name Vaughn,” Matt demanded.

“Matt, didn’t you hear what Elektra said? She doesn't want us to bother the guy,” Frank reminded him.

“This is an emergency Frank. She loves this guy, and he’s treating her like felgercarb. Because she enjoyed my company, he got all uptight. He doesn't deserve Elektra, and I think someone needs to tell him so.” Frank just shook his head lightly in response. Matt Murdock was as in love with Elektra as he was the day the two first met.

Frank read the number aloud, and Matt punched it into his cell phone. It rang twice, then a male voice answered.

“Vaughn,” The voice said gruffly.

“Mr. Vaughn,” Matt began, “This is Matt Murdock. You and I need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy right now,” Vaughn replied icily. Even over the phone Matt could tell that he was lying.

“Well Mr. Vaughn, if you care about Elektra at all, you’ll make time.” Matt could sense Vaughn’s heartbeat quicken just at the mention of Elektra’s name.

“Is- is she all right? Has something happened?” *How could this man care about her so much, and yet hurt her so badly?* Matt wondered to himself.

“Mr. Vaughn, I was hoping you could tell me. Whatever you said on that note upset her greatly. This is a discussion to be had in person, not over the telephone.” Matt could hear Vaughn breath a sigh of exasperation.

“Where?” Vaughn asked tiredly. He loved Sydney, he really did. And he thought she loved him. Thought was the keyword. Ever since the reuniting of Sydney and Murdock, he questioned what she truly felt for him.

“At the time I thought he would be my only love.”

Sydney had taken it back as soon as she had said it, but still he was uncertain. Matt’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Meet me in front of the cafe as soon as you can. I know of a place where we can talk without prying ears.” With that Matthew hung up, leaving Vaughn to wonder what this man wanted to say to him, but more importantly, what he had gotten himself into by falling hopelessly in love with Sydney.

Frank stared at Matt for a moment. They were still sitting in his car in the parking lot of the cafe, having never left. Frank had heard only Matt’s side of the conversation, but he could guess what the response on the other end had been.

“It’s a good thing you’re such a great lawyer Matt, because you’re not going back with me to prepare for tomorrow’s trial, are you?” He questioned.

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry Frank, but I’ll be no good to anyone if I don’t take care of this. It’s really getting to me.” Matt explained glumly.

“I understand buddy. Just don’t beat up the guy to badly, ok? You’re supposed to be working a trial tomorrow, not being tried.” Matt laughed at his friend’s concern.

“all right, I promise. Here, let me get out so you can go, I don’t mean to hold you up.”

“No Matt, it’s ok. This time of year can be chilly in the city. I’ll wait so you don’t have to stand outside. PLus, I haven’t seen this guy yet, and you obviously haven’t. I have to be able to help you measure up the competition, you know.” Frank desperately wanted to see his friend happy. Matt had been in a depressed state ever since Elektra died, and not it was as if he was coming back to life with her.

About ten minutes later Matt sensed Vaughn jogging towards the building.

“He’s coming,” Matt announced. A moment later a flustered Vaughn came into view around the corner of the building. Matt knew he was there before Vaughn did.

“That’s him,” He said to Frank. “Tell me you’re official man bashing opinion later at the office. This discussion will be interesting.” With a nod to Frank, Matt got out of the car and approached Vaughn.

“Follow me,” He said, and Vaughn did as he was told. Matt lead him for three blocks, to an abandoned building. He climbed the stairs to the roof and turned to Vaughn, who by this time was slightly winded.

“It’s safe here to speak openly. No one knows about this spot but Elektra and I.” Vaughn’s head snapped up at the mention of Elektra’s name. He didn’t even want to think about the times the two of them must have shared here.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Vaughn demanded cooly.

“I want to know a few things, and I know that you do too. So let’s start simple, do you love her?” Matt asked, studying Vaughn with his senses. Vaughn was shocked. Why did this man think he was entitled to know how he felt about Sydney?

“What business is that of yours?” Vaughn snapped, not to keen on the idea of being evaluated by Sydney’s old flame. By this time however, Matt’s patience had worn thin.

“What the he** does she see in this guy?” Matt said more to himself than to the man standing across from him.

“Excuse me?” Vaughn spat.

“Look, I don’t know what she sees in you, but Elektra obviously loves you. You don’t deserve her, even I can see that you hurt her. I don’t know how she fell in love with you, but it’s something I plan to amend. I hope you take competition well Mr. Vaughn, because I plan on doing everything in my power to win her back.” Before Vaughn could respond to Matt’s rant, a faint cry came from the distance. Of course what Vaughn heard faintly, Matt heard loud and clear.

“What was that?” Vaughn asked.

“Elektra,” Matt whispered, “And she’s coming this way.”

*
After leaving the cafe that morning, Sydney planned on walking around the city for a while, like she had told Matthew she was going to. She only had one destination in mind when she set out, and that was Matthew’s apartment. She got there with little trouble, she remembered the route quite well.

The door to his apartment was locked, but it was easy for Sydney to pick. She had mad spy skills after all. His apartment was unique, nothing like a normal New York City home. It was dark and only held the essentials Matthew needed to live. Sydney had liked it because it always seemed to be unaffected by the New York bustle around it. Looking around, taking in all of the sights, smells, and feeling of Matthew, tears sprung to her eyes. Memories came flooding back, a semi- innocent tim of youth and love. Sydney gave herself a mental shake and walked up to one of the walls. It had a secret switch that opened the wall to reveal an area similar in size to a walk in closet. In this hidden room was all of the DareDevil’s equipment. Suits, billy clubs, all the vigilante needed was there. Soon Sydney found what she was looking for. An engraved cherry wood box laid lovingly on the shelves brought back even more memories to Sydney. Tears streamed down her face as she removed the box from its place. The box was not light, but not especially heavy. She laid it on the floor and sat down in front of it. Carefully lifting the lid her eyes fell onto her sais. She had left them behind in New York when she left, a silent promise to herself that someday she would be back for them. She knew Matthew would keep them. Sydney picked them up, closed the box, and left the chamber, closing the entrance behind her. She strode to the part of the apartment that Matthew used as a personal gym, and assumed a fighting stance. Her body remembered the old movements with ease her sais has always been as much a part of her as her own two hands. Nothing was forgotten, it all came flooding back to her. Once satisfied that she was as skilled as when she left, (possibly more so due to her CIA weapons training) Sydney decided it was time to go. She concealed her sais on her person, feeling much better now armed, and locked the door to Matthew’s apartment as she left. She would talk to him about getting a better lock for his door later.

Sydney continued to walk the streets, remembering old haunts, when she felt a presence behind her. She took several confusing turns trying to shake whoever it was, but they were to good to be thrown. Sydney soon grew anxious. She turned down a back street, and once convinced that no one but she and her follower could hear, she called out.

“Who are you and what do you want?” As soon as she had spoken, Sydney heard a throaty laugh coming from above and behind her.

“I just have one question. Why won’t you die?” A husky, accented voice asked. Just then the figure jumped down, and Sydney saw his face. “Didn’t think your boyfriend killed me, did ya?” Bullseye asked, his voice dripping of mockery.

“It just means that I get the pleasure to,” Sydney shot back. She quickly drew her sais and assumed a ready stance.

“Oh, so the pretty lady wants to fight? all right, let’s go.” As soon as he finished, Bullseye lunged at Sydney. They worked their way to the rooftops, Bullseye throwing everything from stones to punches, and Sydney blocking what she could and attacking back. He still managed to grab one of her sais.

“Deja Vu, ain’t it tootse?” He said smugly as he threw the sai at her heart. Sydney managed to move so the sai missed it’s target, but not quickly enough. The sai caught her directly in the center of the right hand. She cried out in pain as the sai punctured through it’s target. This is the cry that Matthew and Vaughn heard. Sydney recovered quickly though, and slowly removed the sai from her hand. She slipped one sai in her belt, and with the other in her good hand,(by this time her wounded hand was all but useless,) gave chase to Bullseye.

“Uh, oh, did I make the lady mad?” He mocked as she hunted him from roof to roof.
*

Matt and Vaughn silently waited for Sydney’s approach, silently hoping that she was all right, and neither expecting to see what they saw, although Matt was more prepared to see it than Vaughn was.
 
Great, I have to write a fight scene!

J/K! I love the new part; you gave me a lot to work off of.

Oh, and just for future reference- the sai originally went through her left hand, not her right. Sorry I didn't mention this before, I kept forgetting.

~Me :angel2:
 
Actually, I think they were running towards Vaughn and Matt, if I read it correctly. No worries, I just want to kick Bullseye's a$$.

he he...

~Me :angel2:
 
Oh, sorry about the sai mixup, I was trying to remember what I saw, just switch it in your minds then. My bad...
 
This is so cool! I hope you're more of a Vaughn fan than a Matt Murdock fan! SYD AND VAUGHN FOREVER, WHO CARES ABOUT MATT??? Sorry, I'm very tense right now, I'm not sure why.
 
hope you're more of a Vaughn fan than a Matt Murdock fan!

Who was that pointed to? Anyway, this story is great you guys and I love it a lot!! I am an absolute S/V fan, but I have to say we have so many fics about them and they're together on the show. I'm rootin for Matt in this story. Don't hate me. I love Vaughn.
 
*umwellikindawanthertopickvaughn...*

but hey, it's spywolf's story, her idea and everything, but I think we both know where we want it to go.

~Me :angel2:
 
Wah! After much deliberation, I decided this probably is going to be one of the crappiest scenes b/c I have a lot of ideas, and I don't know what to do with them, but I'm gonna give it a shot.

Matt and Vaughn silently waited for Sydney’s approach, silently hoping that she was all right, and neither expecting to see what they saw, although Matt was more prepared to see it than Vaughn was.

"Damn, the lady's fast," Bullseye remarked as he ducked behind a vent to catch his breath. Even with a gaping hole in her hand, Sydney gave chase, momentarily forgetting the enormous pain in her hand.

"Show yourself, Bullseye. You can't hide," Sydney yelled, slowing to a stop.

"Now why would I want to hide when killing you is gonna be such fun?" he said with an evil smile, standing up and facing her. Over her shoulder, however, Sydney spied two familiar heads, two rooftops away. She knew she had to get Bullseye away from them.

"Come on. Let's finish this, girly. Right here, right now."

They fought a little more, each ducking and answering with a blow, Sydney finally landing a punch, until Bullseye jumped to the roof right next to Matt and Vaughn's. She tried to distract him, but he spotted the two men right away. Matt, however, was ready to fight and jumped over onto the roof.

"Bullseye, long time no see. Now, are you going to die this time like a good dog?" Matt asked, circling the pair, readying his walking stick.

"Nay. Thanks for the offer, but I think you'll both be the ones going down today." He opened his belt and took two sharp, silver metal discs out and got into a ready stance. Matt and Elektra did the same, each readying his own weapon.

"Right then," Bullseye sneered as he lunged at Matt. Even though both Sydney and Matt were giving all they had, Bullseye seemed to be stronger, and soon he was backing them up against a wall.

During this fight Vaughn had watched in astonishment. The thing that caught his attention, however, was "Elektra" 's left hand, which had a hole in the center. He got out his gun and climbed to the rooftop where all the fighting was taking place, firing several rounds, but missing every time. Bullseye seemed to be undefeatable.

"Vaughn, get out of here!" Sydney yelled over the immense noise surrounding her.

"No! I'm not leaving you here to die!" He shot again, this time catching Bullseye's leg. Bullseye stumbled a bit, and growled at Vaughn standing forty feet away.

"Now that wasn't playing fair," he said, going after Sydney again.

"Elektra, go, I can handle this," Matt said, blocking a punch thrown by Bullseye. By then, Bullseye had gained one of Elektra's sais. However, she wasn't his intended target.

"Hmm, now I wonder who should get the honor?" he said, throwing it up and catching it blade first. He looked at Sydney and threw the sai, but he missed on purpose, throwing it clearly five feet to her left. Only until it was too late did she realize the intended target.

“I love you,” he said quietly, body crumpling to the ground. Sydney stared for one horrified moment at the limp body before rushing over and rolling him onto his back, the blood steadily puddling around his body.

“It’s been fun, but maybe we can finish this later, eh tootse?” Bullseye asked from behind her. Without waiting for an answer, he jumped off the rooftop and fled.

“No! No, no, no... you-- you can’t leave me here! You can’t leave me here by myself! Come back! Come back!” she said, shaking the lifeless body which she had gathered in her arms.

“Elektra, I’ll call for help,” the other one said in a sad voice. He knew he had lost to the man that lay dying in her arms, so he reconciled himself to that fact as he heard the monotone voice of the emergency response unit.

“Yes, a man was badly injured… (proceeds to give address…)…”

“Alright, thank you.”

“Elektra, they’ll be here in five minutes.”

“He doesn’t have five minutes. He was just trying to help, why did Bullseye have to choose him?” She looked up at the other man through streaming tears, trying unsuccessfully to hide the true love she felt for the man in her arms.

“He may not be dead yet. Look, any minute now a helicopter will come down to help him. They’ll take him to a hospital and he’ll be fine. There’s one thing, though—”

“What? What else could there possibly be?”

“We need to take the sai out of him. Elektra, if they find that, you’re as good as dead.” She sat and thought for a moment, and he could sense she had come to a conclusion even as he heard the helicopter coming near.

“Alright. But let me do it,” she said, looking down at the dying man. “I’m so sorry.”

In that moment, the sharp piece of metal which had momentarily been absorbing his pain was removed, making it feel as if his life force was being pulled out of him. However, there was a strange sensation afterwards, almost as if he felt nothing at all.

So this is what it feels like to be dead… he thought to himself.

But wait—I’m still in her arms, I can still hear her, smell her, so I can’t be dead yet?

He tried to groan to see if he was still alive, and sure enough, hearing the paramedics gasp in surprise reassured him that he was alive, barely, but he was alive. He had been given a second chance to make amends. And reparations. Now Bullseye didn’t have just two enemies who wanted payback. He had three.

*
“Miss, um, I’m sorry, what was your name?”

“Natchios. Elektra Natchios.”

“Miss Natchios, are you in any way related to the patient?”

“I’m… I’m his girlfriend. Have there been any new developments?”

“Yes,” the nurse said slowly, still not trusting Sydney’s “girlfriend” testimony. “But before I say, would you happen to know how he was wounded?”

“I think he was mugged and stabbed. I got there just as the robber got away. My friend came with me, he saw it too.”

“Alright, well, you’ll need to tell that to the police who are coming in later, alright?”

“Alright.”

“So, your boyfriend is in critical condition. I’m sure you’re aware by now he’s lost a lot of blood, and even though he responded to paramedics on his way over here, we haven’t gotten any other signs of consciousness. Actually, it’s incredible he survived, considering a wound like this should have killed him.”

“What do you mean?” Sydney said, tearing her eyes away from the glass window revealing his room.

“Well, we had a young woman come in here a few years ago with the exact same injury. Only she literally died, but by some miracle the meds brought her back and she recovered. All I can tell you is, she had her guardian angel with her that day. So maybe he had his.” The nurse nodded and began to walk away, but turned when she heard another question.

“Can I see him?”

“Of course.”

Sydney approached the door, turning the handle slowly. She walked in, hands shoved in her pockets, staring at his peaceful features. He looked like an angel, her angel. She didn’t want to admit it, but in her heart, she had chosen him.

Knock Knock

“Am I allowed to come in?” he said, poking his head in the door. Sydney nodded, and he made his way over to where she was sitting.

“So how are you doing?”

“Well, on a scale of 1 to 10, not well. I do have one question, though, while he’s out—”

“Sure, go ahead. Ask me anything. Right now, I think I owe you at least that much.”

“Well, it’s just, I thought I had asked you not to bother him. So what were you two doing up on the roof?”


I was vague on purpose, so spywolf, if you have any questions, please feel free to PM me b/c I think I took this story in a totally different direction. And I also have an idea which I will PM you about.

~Me :angel2:
 
:eek: Vaughn got stabbed!!!! How can you do such a thing?????!!!!!! waaaaaaaaaa :( :eek:
--Mandy :angelic:
 
Well, this is going to be interesting... *sigh* now I have to figure out how on earth to do this...hmmm
 
I'm writing the next part now, it should be up later today or tomorrow. Please tell me what you thought of the first few parts! It gives us ideas as to what to add next.
 
Alias Elle said:
mystery_chick said:
:eek: Vaughn got stabbed!!!! How can you do such a thing?????!!!!!! waaaaaaaaaa :(  :eek:
--Mandy :angelic:
How do you know? It could've been Matt... :devil:

~Me :angel2:
well the way that you described it points more to vaughn,
"he knew that he lost to the man in Elektra's arms"
that's more from a matt's pov than a vaughn pov, and at the end you said that
"I told you not to bother him, so i want to know what you were doing on the roof top"
so she did not tell vaughn not to bother matt but the other way around. so it's more like vaughn's the one stabbed, just what i think
--mandy :angelic:
 
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