This idea's been swimming in my head for a while and it is going to be a multi chapter piece ~ it is a darker story, but there will be brighter moments, I promise!

Sairs

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the familiar characters portrayed in this story. If I did Sam and Andy would be together already!

To protect innocence

Prologue

The pain wracked through her body, her breaths shallow and irregular. She tried to move her arms but they were strapped to the table.

She tried to scream, call out for help even, but there was something stuffed in her mouth, muffling her cries, to nothing more than mumbles.

There was nothing she could do but endure the pain and pray that soon it would all be over.

She stared at the ceiling trying to focus, concentrate on pushing the pain away from her mind. Something distorted her view of the ceiling, her mind recognising that it was a face, peering at her; the person's mouth was covered with a mask and on their head was a surgical cap. The blue eyes that stared at her were cold and they held no emotion.

"It will be over soon," the person stated evenly no emotion evident in their voice, "Just do what I say and you'll soon be free."

Another bout of pain radiated through her body, instantly pushing the fear she'd felt looking at the anonymous face. She recognised what her body wanted her to do; it wanted her to push, push her baby out into the world. How could she have been so stupid? She thought, trusting them, believing them. She wanted to give her baby a better future, instead what had she done? Would her baby survive its own birth, let alone get a better future?

A scream caught in the back of her throat as another wave of pain washed through her. She felt pressure between her legs and a disembodied voice somewhere in the room demanding her to push.

She didn't want to push, because as soon as her baby was born, it would be over. She couldn't protect it anymore and she knew that she would be discarded, just like a bag of trash, no use to anyone once she had delivered the prize.

The next contraction hit and she couldn't deny her body anymore, she relented and pushed, her teeth clenching at the gag in her mouth, her eyes tightly squeezed together.

She breathed as the pain subsided, trying to regain her strength briefly before she felt the onslaught of another contraction. Instinctively she pushed again, feeling something move, the disembodied voice declaring, "I can see the head!"

Her baby would soon be free, she thought, maybe, just maybe it would have a better life? She clung onto that thought as she continued to respond to her body's request, pushing her baby out into a world that once held hope and beauty, but now she knew held only death and pain, especially for her.

She pushed once more, feeling immense relief as the pressure between her legs subsided. The quiet of the room interrupted by the cry of her child, her baby.

She lifted her head in an attempt to try and catch a glimpse of her child, but all she could see were white sheets draped around the room.

Then the face returned into view, its eyes still cold and emotionless, "You kept your side of the deal. The baby is healthy and will do well. Now it's time to keep ours."

She saw a glimmer of something metal, a syringe?

The face turned, walking towards something on the periphery of her view. She watched as best as she could out of the corner of her eye, noticing that the person was inserting the syringe into the IV that was attached to her arm.

"You won't feel anything," the voice promised.

She felt the panic rise in her stomach. What was going to happen? She tried to move, to fight against her restraints, but it was futile. Her muscles were refusing to cooperate with her; her limbs began to feel heavy. Her head began to hurt, pain dancing in her skull. She closed her eyes willing for the pain to disappear.

Concentrating on the pain made her forget as she lost herself in happier memories.

Suddenly, she realised this was it. She wasn't destined to have a better life. Her time on this planet was over.

Accepting her fate, she succumbed to the darkness, the pain fading with the realisation.

She could hear her heart slowing as the drugs they had given her worked through her blood stream.

Be safe, my baby, was her last coherent thought, before the blackness engulfed her, finally ending her pain.

Please let me know what you think ~ More will be revealed in the next installment.

Sairs