Searching for Light:
Yeah... I hated that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Elektra or anything - this is just what was running through my mind after seeing the movie. (Which I loved.) It's my take on what should've happened between Mark Millar and Elektra between a few spliced scenes. :) Enjoy - and if you do, feel free to review!
What am I doing?
I'm on a mission—I need to be focusing on my work, on my training, on my stamina… not forcing down a poorly-cooked dinner with a local on a holiday I don't have anyone to celebrate it with.
There's a part of me that's glad I came. McCabe and I get along, but we can't talk… not like Mark and I were.
Who am I kidding?
"Suddenly I've got a teenager on my hands." I hear, turning to meet Mark's eyes.
I smile and offer a nod before I turn back to look into the woods. It's beautiful out here. The air feels damp…
"Elektra?"
"Sorry," I say. Get it together, Natchios. "Where's her mother?" I ask, and I can tell he's still uneasy about it. His eyes are moving very rapidly; he's avoiding eye contact. He's not telling me everything. But that's okay – I haven't told him that I'm an assassin for hire.
This is stupid. I should really...
"…go," he says, snapping me back to reality.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said you know how those things go." He grins – but only because he knows I'm not listening.
I can't do this.
But there are those eyes again.
Focus on the small talk, Elektra. Focus on anything… anything but those eyes.
"You have a lovely home," I say. God – this is terrible. I'm an assassin for hire, and here I am stumbling over my own words.
He steps closer and I take a step back. Instinct, mostly, but not entirely. "It's getting colder."
"I've noticed. We could always go back inside… it looks like it might rain."
Rain…
My mind wanders elsewhere; to a rooftop. In New York. To…
"…stay with me."
"What did you say?" My heart pounds. He must think I'm insane. Maybe I am.
He chuckles. "I said unless you're not afraid of the rain, you'll have to stay with me."
Stay… stay with me.
"I'm sorry," I sigh as I move toward the stairs heading away from the deck—away from Mark Millar.
"Elektra, wait."
I turn, against everything I have, and the first thing I see are those eyes.
He steps forward, his hand moving to my face, our lips together as if that's what they'd wanted since they met.
We pull apart and I smile – and before I can say anything, he apologizes.
"Yeah," I say. Are my cheeks as red as my uniform? "I hated that."
He grins and, as if on cue, the rain begins to pour… a blanket on the earth.
It's… almost like he can see again…
"Is something wrong? I didn't…"
"I… no, it isn't you." I look at him hard – as coldly as I possibly can. "I'm not a good person to get involved with."
Matt…
"I should go," I say, stepping into the rain. "I have work. Thanks for dinner."
I stare at my phone, hit the final six, and just keep staring.
What could I possibly say?
'Matt – it's me. I'm alive – resurrected by an ancient clan, and…'
I never should have left him that necklace; never should have… he's better off.
I close my phone and turn out the light.
My mind wanders quickly –
"Death's not that bad," I say. How do I know? I whisper my answer in his ear.
"I died once."
2500 a day – not bad for one crooked washed-up exec.
I reopen my eyes and stare into the darkness.
Is this what it's like for you, Matt?
Staring into the darkness?
He's funny, though…
How you helped me see the light.
I listen to the rain fall, my fingers running over my mother's necklace.
I don't care what McCabe says – after this hit I'm taking a break. As soon as I finally learn who I'm here to kill, I'm doing it and not looking back.
I'm heading to New York.
To Matt.
To light.
I just hope he can still help me find it.