Here is chapter 2 of my fic.
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Disclaimer : see part 1.

Chapter 2 Guilt

An other goose chase after Ashlocke turned into a deadly trap whose only aim was to lock her. Plan worked until Ashlocke had cornered her to some cell. But as he was about to strike her with a laser, Emma appeared out of nowhere, shielding her from the attack. They crashed to the ground, Emma on top of her.

Ashlocke hovered over them but dizziness hit him and he retreated, shutting the cell's door.

Thanks to her feral easiness, she didn't loose consciousness in their fall. But it took her long minutes of struggle to entangle herself from Emma without injuring her even more. Finally able to crawl from under her, the sight of Emma's back was burned into her memory. Her navy blue sleeveless shirt was a total mess, a huge hole revealing burnt skin, she could feel the heat radiating from it although she was a good foot away.

Getting ride of her leather coat in a flash, she dropped to her knees by Emma, uplifting her face to stuffle the makeshift pillow under. Then she went to remove the remains of the shirt from her body, painfully greeding into the redhead's skin, worsening her medical condition.

Taking hold of the hem with both hands, Shalimar ripped the offending garment in one swift movement, leaving it gaping open. She made quick work on her bra's clasp, disposing of it in the same way : open but not touching the injured area in any way.

All along, she concentred her feral senses on Emma : her breathing was erratic and her pulse way too fast. She had to get them out of here, and fast.

Looking around for the first time she realized they were trapped. Ashlocke had closed the metallic door before his escape.

"Fuck it" she groaned, she hated being trapped.

Reaching the door she tried the knob but of course it was locked, would have been too easy. But the "gonds" didn't seem to strong, she'd easily kick them out of their "path".

Emma's moans made her return to her side in two short strides. Kneeling by her face, she lowered her face till it was eye level with Emma's. A mix of saliva and blood tickled from her mouth, incoherent "propos" mixed with whimpers.

"Emma ? Emma do you hear me hun ?"

Laying a hand on her bare shoulder, she tried to jostle her gently to lead her back to consciousness. She couldn't split into a coma, she had to stay conscious a minimum. Until the rest of the team came to rescue them. But it was not likely since neither of them was wearing their com ring.

"Emma", she tried again, "you have to stay with me. Emma ? Com'on Emma focus on my voice. I'm here with you … Emma ? Damn it ! Emma !"

After long minutes of pleading, Emma's eyes fluttered open. Unfocused at first, then locked with Shalimar's. Relieved beyond reason, Shal flashed her a wide smile, happy to see Emma conscious enough to keep her eyes open.

"Hey you. That's much better. Stay with me Emma"

"Shal …. Shal ? You okay ?", she mumbled, even more blood running down her mouth.

She felt tears stuck in her throat, it was slowly downing on her the situation they were in. But she couldn't let Emma see her worry, her state was bad enough. Working pas the lump in her throat, she smiled reassuringly at the younger woman.

"Shhh … Emma", she tried to smooth her, stroking her cheek gently. "don't talk. I'm fine thanks to you"

"Good", was her mumbled reply before coughing agitated her body.

Cursing, Shalimar patted her shoulder gently, wincing when noticing more blood dripping from her mouth. Taking deep calming breaths, she tried to reassure herself. It didn't mean that her lungs were hurt, she'd have bitten her cheeks in the fall, or broken a tooth.

Yeah right, she argued silently with herself, Ashlocke did this, she don't know what his sick idea was but certainly something meant to hurt them, well her because it was meant to her in the first place.

Long minutes went by as she debated with herself on the best course of actions : staying with Emma, praying for help, or leave her here and hope she'd make it back fast enough to save her.

Or she'd just curl into a tight ball and hope for those damns walls to stop closing on her.

A wave of nausea rose slowly, a bad case of claustrophobia. How she hated that part of her feral DNA.

That and the heat thingie. Well, as time went by, that one might have been the easiest to go through. Enter a club in heat and there were plenty of men, and women, to hit on her. Even though it made her feel dirty in the morning. Not that she had any trouble with swinging both ways, but once the tension eased and the heat period was over, part of her felt ashamed for using them as nothing more than mates. Not that she recalled any of them complain about it. Or about the occasional bite marks.

End of chapter 2, please review :D