Awww three years without updates, I am really really sorry but thanks for the reviews inbetween, that kept me wanting to finish this fic and kick my muse.
So here is a whole new chapter!

- "Shal, I had no other choice, I had to!", he yelled, matching her tone.

He was dead tired from keeping vigile by Emma's side and runing endless tests on her while the others went away.

- "You killed her, in cold blood!", she stated, staring right into his eyes, her voice icy
"You killed her", she repeated.

They were standing by Emma's side in the medical lab.

As soon as the double helix landed at the Sanctuary's gate, Shal was out of it, running wildly towards the lab, Adam met her halfway. His presence didn't slow her pace, quite the contrary. The minute she saw him, the minute she knew. Her lips torted in an angished "no" but no sound escaped them. Standing her her way, he prepared himself for some hardf fighting, but as he grabbed hold on one of her fist, she freed herself in no time, all he came up with was her jacket, Emma's blue leather one.

From the short distance, he heard her strangled scream as she reached the lab. Joining her a few seconds later, he found her standing a couple feet away from Emma's bed, her hand laining against the wall for support, the other draped accross her abdomen.

That's why he wanted to talk to her first. They talked about possible treatments two days ago, but it was something to see those in use.

Emma was even paler than usual,her lips a light shade of blue. The scabs were now covering over 80 per cent of her body, making it impossible for her to breath by herself.

So he had to intube her. The IV in her right arm was of magnesium and oligo-elements to keep her strength up.
A white sheet was covering her body, now naked from the waist up.
He felt horrible when he had to undress the young woman. She seemed so fragile, he felt like he was somehow assaulting her, using her weakness against her.
It was the complete opposite, but he just couldn't help feeling sick as he slowly got her out of her pyjamas top. All members of the team were like his children now and undressing one of them, especially in a weak state, made him feel incestious, like some pervert.

Last time they had been in a similar situation, it was Shal who took care of Emma. Stripping her from her black leather outfeet to change her into a lycra top and matching shorts, much more appropriate for medical exams.

He wondered briefly if they were already lovers back them or was it later? After Emma died with that modern vampire?

Shuffling into his black jeans front pocket, he removed the silver ring, then went to stand by Shalimar who was still standing unmoving, lookingdown to Emma. The second he touched her, as if burned, she jerked around, pushing him harshly against the lab's door, her eyes feral. Not at all impressed by her display, he grabbed her by the upper arms, making her look at him. She was clearly not expecting this and just looked at him with shock, her mouth slightly open.

- "Shal, listen to me. I had to do something. She was dying. We talked about it, and she said ok. She waited for you Shal, she fought hard but she just couldn't anymore"
Opening his right hand, he presented her Emma's com ring
- "She wanted you to have it", he finished in a whisper.

When she made no move to take the ring, he grabbed her hand and shoved the object into it. A low growl escaped the blond's throat, she was coming back to her senses now.

And she was clearly pissed. Looking from the ring to him, she took a step closer, their faces only an inch apart.

- "You killed Emma Adam. You could have saver her but you didn't"
- "Shal you have totally wrong. She needed helpto breath. Now I have time to find an antidoe to the virus. I..."
- "You, it's always about you Adam. You created Ashlock, you refused to terminate him, you, it's all your fault", she stated all too calmly, her eyes shifting back to normal.
- "Shal, ..."
- "You killed her"

Deciding retreat was his best option for now, Adam left the room, leaving Shalimar with Emma.

She felt numb, and unsure of what to do. Some parts of her knew she had been unfair to Adam, that he did his best, but the result was the same: she was alone now, just like before.

Staring blankly at the ring on her palm, she turned to Emma taking into her every feature: her fiery hair, the closed eyes which she might never open ever again, the lips parte around the tube. Fighting a wave of nausea, she slid the ring in her pocket before sitting by Emma's side. Taking a icy hand in hers, she started talking to her best friend, small talks like they used to.

Like she hoped they'll again.

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