Witchblade What If... A Different Take on Issue 128

I decided to put some of my fanfics up on this blog. Note that with my fanfics, I mean the Angelus and Witchblades ones. I have a plot bunny for Magdalena too, so that will be up here too.

We start off with a Witchblade What If... A Different Take on Witchblade 128 story.

Title: Witchblade: What If...
Pairing: Danielle Baptiste/Patrick Gleason
Author: eternal_moonie
Summary: What if Patrick hadn't chosen Sara to remain with him and Baby Hope? A different #128. *Warning* contains some spoilers*
Disclaimer: I don't own Witchblade. Ron Marz and Top Cow do.
Feedback: I love feedback!
Rating: NC-17


"I know, Hope. You're disappointed. I am too. But I think it is time for someone to take a little nap." Patrick said to little Hope as he stepped from the roof back into the living room and placed Hope in the cradle in her own room.

Hope closed her eyes and fell asleep, listening to Patrick's retreating steps from her room.

*What if I had chosen differently? Who knows what they are doing to Dani right now?* Patrick thought as he sat down in the leather chair.

He fell asleep as well.


Evil laughter sounded. "Are you kidding me?" Sabine asked, the laughter echoed by the many followers of the Angelus. "What does SHE mean to you anyway?"

Patrick didn't say anything for a long time. Why the hell did I say Dani? He wondered. "Just leave Dani here with us." Patrick said, standing firm behind his decision.

Nobody was going to talk him down. Not even some blonde who got off dressing herself in a warrior-like attire and a horde of several followers. "I am surprised. You claim to love Sara Pezzini. I thought you'd do it for her. The child." Sabine said, as she lifted Sara's body from the ground and into her arms. "Just imagine Sara's reaction IF she would wake up..." And with that, Sabine and her followers flew from the roof, leaving Patrick and Hope alone with the unconscious body of Danielle Baptiste, bearer of the Light side of the Witchblade...

He put Hope down in her cradle and returned to the roof, his arms around Dani's body and took her inside to lay her down on the bed in their bedroom. His and Sara's bed they had made love in, in happier times. Not in times like this.

He watched her body wrapped in the Witchblade-like armor, her face with no protection, and tore his eyes away from her. Patrick walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He held it under the stream of cold water and returned to the bedroom to dab it over Dani's forehead.

The armor slowly disappeared and the clothes that she had been wearing before her transformation returned. There were some holes in them, revealing bits of Dani's body... like her bellybutton. Dani groaned as a droplet from the wet cloth trailed over her lips. Her eyes soon opened. "Nnnh... Patrick?"

"Shh, Dani, don't say anything, you need your rest." Patrick said to her, but she wouldn't listen. She got to her full height. "What happened? The last I remember... I was fighting with Sara... I wanted to reunite the Witchblade... Patrick, where is Sara?!"

Patrick looked into her eyes, said absolutely nothing, and then did something he would regret, right? He should, after all the nasty things Sara had said to him. He kissed Dani's lips softly. "Later."

Later? she thought. Was he going to leave her? Go after Sara? What did he mean with later? She felt strong hands go underneath her shirt to cup her breasts. What the hell is he doing?! Dani wondered as Patrick captured her lips again... a warmth spreading through her body that had been numb before.

Her hands went to his shirt, and when their lips parted, broke the kiss, she pulled his shirt up to show his broad perfect masculine chest. Patrick pulled her shirt over her body to show her breasts in full view. He gasped, feeling his erection spring to life in his boxers. A feeling that only increased when hands unclasped the belt and unzipped his pants. Dani's. Who else would they belong to? Surely not Sara's.

Dani reached forward to open the button of his boxers and pulled out his hardened member. She found herself licking her lips. A thought crossed her mind. Have I ever had a large one like that before? She stroked him slowly, hearing the moans from this man's lips, the man she thought would always belong to Sara. But he had kissed her. She hadn't started this. Her other hand caressed his chest while she felt his hands massage her breasts. How long have I been without sex? Dani wondered. Don't stop, Patrick. She thought as she looked into his eyes.

His eyes watched her, silently telling her that speaking was banned. Forbidden. One word and this fragile image would break, like a mirror, shattering into a thousand pieces. Dani's eyes averted from his by a sudden phenomena. His cock showed a bit of precum. She gently pushed him onto his back, and took his cock into her mouth. Another salvo of groans filled the room. None of them realized how wrong it was to have sex, or foreplay, in a bedroom with a baby silently asleep next door.

At least the door was closed. Her hands tried to take off her pants, holes also in them, her panties the next item of clothing that followed. Dani hummed in pleasure around his cock, her hand southbound to pleasure herself there. Patrick didn't catch the movement of her fingers slowly touching her pussy.

After Patrick's umpteenth groan, Dani let his cock go from between her lips and for a long moment she didn't move, just stared at Patrick. This is it, he thought. Here she comes with the 'we cannot do this, we SHOULDN't be doing this.' But what really happened surprised him. Dani mounted him, extracting a response from him filled with so much longing, in just one syllable. "Dani."

Apparently it wasn't the word that meant instant Apocalypse. The image was still there, enhanced by Dani's riding. His hands cupped her ass, holding her in place while his eyes never left hers.

Her hands held onto his back, while pulling him back to the bed with her, and went completely still. Like she was handing the controls over to him. Patrick began to move back and forth inside her, the speed increased, which made Dani cry out in pleasure as she felt how the hard thick cock of her friend's boyfriend felt inside her. Every frustration Patrick Gleason possessed of Sara being snappy and bitchy to him, went down the drain as he poured it all into fucking Danielle Baptiste.

He wanted to bring her to an orgasm that she had never experienced before.

Danielle felt truly alive in Patrick's arms, she had never felt like that before, not with any man. He had to heighten the experience by adding his tongue to the pleasure he was already giving Dani's body. His tongue touched her nipples, nipping and sucking on them until they hardened. Patrick never quit his thrusts.

Her nails dug into his back as she met each thrust. "Patrick, I'm coming. Oh god, please don't stop!" She cried out, feeling her orgasm approach and mix with the moment he was spent and released himself deep inside her. His hands held her breasts as she panted with pleasure, her cheeks rosy from the whole experience.
He looked down at a blushing Dani and as he withdrew his cock from her pussy, Patrick kissed her lips softly. When their kiss ended, he shocked her by showing his true feelings. "Dani, I love you."

Dani gasped and tears fell out of her eyes, but her tears didn't come with sound. Instead, a childish wail sounded.

Patrick Gleason shot up from the leather chair and raced to Hope's room. The dream had shattered like a broken mirror. "Mommy!" Hope cried. But instead Patrick was the one to scoop her up from the cradle. "Mommy hasn't come back yet, Hope." he whispered as he tried to soothe his partner's daughter, while he only thought one thing: You're wrong. I made the right decision. I don't love Dani, I'll always love Sara. I will get you back. No matter how snappy and harsh you sound, I will fix it.