Panic stations

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews, so this actually the first chapter I wrote, with a bit of modifying and fit everything around it. Enjoy.

Shizuo felt the colour drain from his face."Shinra, you better be joking." He went to say the same thing, a sharp pain shooting through him. He couldn't stop it. The baby was coming. "Izaya, hurry up." And for all the time that they had been together, he had never seen the flea so lost for words.

His face was pale, crimson eyes wide, full of panic, he looked he wanted to run. He had already accepted it, they were the only two here and the baby wasn't going to wait for who knows how long, until someone rescued them and got the damn lift working again.

I'm sorry, you don't have a choice. Shizuo needs you Izaya. That seemed to snap him out of it. Slowly he crouched on the floor, putting the phone on the floor. Shizuo watched him swallow, hands shaking slightly. "Okay. What do I do?" Biting his lip, he tried not to think about how screwed they were, especially if Mr god complex with all the answers, was unsure.

There was a sigh on the end of the line. You need to remove his clothes. Shizuo let out another pained cry, every thing telling him to push. He watched through his bent legs, as Izaya pulled his shoes off, taking his sweet time about it, he could see how wide those crimson eyes were in shock. Whatever you do, don't take his hand.

Mr god complex reached up undoing the string on his pants, urging him to lift his hips, which he barely managed. He could feel the flea shaking as they were removed. His boxers followed the same routine. Even so, it was taking too long another pain ripping through him. "Hurry the fuck up."

Both of them were sweating for different reasons, the flea gripped his knees harder than necessary, forcing them apart in slow, jerky movements. "...What now? Shinra!" This wasn't the obnoxious bastard he had fell in love with, neither was it the gentle overprotective Izaya. The man in front of him he almost didn't recognize and that scared him. He needed his Izaya.

Shizuo, you can push now. Izaya keep him calm and support the baby's head when you see it. "Agh!" After all the pain he had gone through breaking bones, nothing compared to this. It fucking hurt. He wanted it to end. It was torture. Already he had enough. "Aghhhhhh!" He was never having another child again.

"You can push now, Shizu-chan." The flea sounded unsure of himself, his face pale. He bit back a waspish retort, his body acting for him. "Gah!" There was silence on the end of the phone, but somehow he could tell Celty was there listening. Breathe Shizuo. His fist clenched, wanting to smash the phone in two. Breathe? Easy for him to say.

"Fuck fuck aghhhh!" He tried to keep his breathing under control, pain rippling through him. It hurt too much. He couldn't do this, he couldn't. "Ung!" He could feel tears prick in the corners of his eyes. He was at his limit, his hair flopping down over his eyes, as he tried again.

He had put up with his strength, he had put up with accepting his sexuality, but this was his limit. "Fuck. I can't." And that seemed to be what the flea needed. "Oh? Are you giving up? Shizu-chan." Shizuo glared at him. "I wouldn't be in this damn position if you had done what I said!" He was wasting the precious energy he had left. Biting his lip, he could taste the blood as he tried to calm himself down.

"Come on, push and breathe. Push and breathe." Funnily enough he felt calmer, with Mr god complex, being his usual irritating self. "Oh! Shizu-chan, don't take this the wrong way, but I think I'll avoid sex with you for a while." Shizuo sucked in a breath, his hands clenching into fists. The Izaya he knew and loved had returned.

"...Well at least... ugh... Something good... ha... came out of this. Get this... ah... thing out... uhn... of me." He looked up, seeing Izaya's eyes widen. "I can see the head." Shizuo grimaced at the happy, encouraging voice on the phone. You're doing good so far. Come on, Shizuo. Shinra wasn't helping at all. His lover seemed to notice, pulling the phone away.

"Come on, Shizu-chan. Deep breath, big push." His scream filled the elevator, rebounding against the four enclosed walls. "...out...yet?" His eyes squeezed shut, wanting this to be over. "...e-nough." How long had it been? His heart pounded in his chest, his legs spread as far as they could go, it didn't seem to help much.

Fingers worked along the insides of his thighs, lazily drawing patterns on his skin. "Shh! Come on, Shizu-chan. Nearly there." Liar. He knew he wasn't done, he wasn't even halfway. But he couldn't blame him for trying. A beep came from the control panel. Hello. You rang for assistance?

Shizuo nodded, letting Izaya know he could get up. It wasn't like he was going anywhere. He watched the flea get up, holding the button. "Hello, there are two people stuck in here, one has gone into labour." The voice sounded monotone, not caring at all. We'll try and get you out as soon as possible. Would you like me to call an ambulance? He didn't hear Izaya's reply, the pain was too much for him, his consciousness briefly slipping. Damn it, he was tired.

"...Hey, Shizu-chan. Stay with me." Shizuo nodded, his head falling to one side, he was tired, it hurt. Keep him awake, Izaya. Come on, Shizuo. Another scream left him, his breathing erratic. "Can't can't can't. Fuck!... I can't." It was too much and he no longer had the energy. He wasn't made for this.

"Yes you can. Almost there. Shh! And push." Tears ran freely down his cheeks, his throat sore from the screaming. He was being ripped apart. His eyes slipped shut, a harsh slap bringing him back to reality. "And again. Breathe, Shizu-chan." He wasn't sure how long it had been, how many times he had been slapped awake, how many times he had listened to Izaya and Shinra's encouragement. What's happening? Izaya.

"It's almost out, all that's left is the lower body." Shizuo groaned, the pain easing slightly. "Last one. Big push, Shizu-chan." Using the last of his energy, he put all his effort into that one push, knowing Izaya was holding onto their child, as he pushed it out into the world. "Well done, Shizu-chan. Shinra what now?" Was that it? Was it over now? Why wasn't there any noise?

You need to cut the umbilical cord. Do you have your knife? Shizuo shook his head weakly, trying to move. Mr god complex had frozen again. "...Oi, flea. I... Have a perfect...cut...on my...chest...you..." Shit, his head dropped back down, his energy gone. He lay there like a toy doll on its last cell of battery.

"I didn't realise you liked it so much, Shizu-chan. The little mark that marks you as mine." He couldn't find it in him to smile, barely staying awake, as he watched Izaya make another perfect cut. He closed his eyes as a loud cry, pierced the silent atmosphere, changing it from two people trapped in an elevator to three, their baby finally realising it had been born.

Damn it, he was so tired, maybe just for a few minutes. "Shizu-chan, wake up." Go away flea, I want to sleep. "Shh! Come on baby. "Shh!" He could hear their baby still crying, wow. It had a perfect set of lungs. "Oi, Shizu-chan. Stay awake." Don't want to. Need to sleep. His eyes refused to stay over, something was dragging him down. "Tired, let me sleep." The words came out mumbled, keeping his eyes closed. He's right, Shizuo. You need to stay awake. Shizuo groaned, biting his lip, forcing his exhausted eyes to snap open.

"Look baby, it's your mummy. Shizu-chan, look at our new daughter." He tried to move, his hands slipping underneath him, he was still sweating and crying, his almost brunette locks plastered to his forehead, his thighs felt damp. "I... thought we... were having... a boy." The flea grinned "Obviously Shinra was wrong."

Excuse me, my results at the time were correct, you can't blame me for your baby not playing by the rules. Ah, my beloved Celty. There was a thud on the other end, a groan following. Ah, Celty says congratulations. "Shizu-chan, stay awake. Here, hold our baby girl." He groaned as he was lifted, There was something dripping down his ass, which he didn't want to think about. Izaya moving behind him, to keep him propped up. He moved his arms, cradling the tiny newborn in his arms, his lover making sure he had a proper hold. "Look at her, Shizu-chan." Shizuo blinked staring down at his daughter. "...Blood..."

Yes, that's normal, don't worry they'll wash her when you get to the hospital. She was adorable, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He forced his tired fingers to move, gently caressing her face. Crimson eyes stared up at him. "...your eyes." He was glad, she was nothing like him. Their little girl would be normal. "Yeah, looks like she'll have your hair. She's perfect." Shizuo felt himself smile,seeing Izaya brush against her cheek with his finger. "We never did decide on a name. Did we?" He felt himself slip again.

"Shizu-chan!" Shizuo opened his eyes, glaring up at Izaya. "...what?" Mr god complex sighed in relief. "Thanks to Shinra, we started thinking of boys names." He nodded weakly, ignoring the cursing on the other side of the phone. You can't blame me. The ultrasound... Shizuo felt his eyes droop, losing consciousness.

His eyes snapped open, wincing as the lift shuddered, the lights flickering. Shit. The light on the intercom lit up, static coming through the speaker. Hello. Help is here, we're get you out of there soon. The damn thing shuddered again, a groan of metal coming from outside. Shizuo kept his arms protectively around his daughter, even if he was a weakened mess. He forced himself to manage that.

"Almost there. Well at least we have the birth on tape." A soft groan escaped him, as he remembered the CCTV throughout the building. Kadota and Karisawa had probably stayed in Izaya's office to watch. Another groan on metal, a bright light blinded him, as the doors were forced apart. Good.

Neon green and orange filled his vision. "Are you okay?" His arms felt empty as Izaya took their child from him, what looked like paramedics coming closer and then his vision went black, his consciousness slipping. Everything was over. He could finally rest.

His eyes flickered and then he was weightless, muffled voices ringing through his ears, while he struggled to hear what they were saying. Something was put over his face, through his fuzzy ears he could hear crying and shouting.

He felt like he was moving, his eyes seeing lines of lights, pass above him, around the edge of his blurred sight, he could see green and black. There was more muffled shouting, but he couldn't understand anything, his eyes slipping shut again.

Shizuo blinked opening his heavy eyelids, finding himself staring at a white ceiling. Slowly he moved his head, seeing a white wall and a green door. Where was he? There was something over his face, misting white as he breathed.

Moving his head back, he turned to the other side, his eyes widening in confusion. There was a small window, covered by green curtains, a small table, sat next to the bed he was in. He gazed blankly at the glass vase, holding an assortment of flowers. He could see a metal stand, some sort of bag with liquid in it was hung up, a needle in his arm.

Moving away from them, his gaze travelled to the uncomfortable chair, by the side of the bed, currently occupied, by a sleeping figure, with black hair. A smile tugged at his lips, seeing his fiancé right by his side. Raising his hand he could see something clamped onto his finger. What was going on?

As if Mr god complex could sense him staring, his eyelids flickered, before he found himself staring into crimson orbs. "Shizu-chan?" Shizuo stared back in confusion, Izaya looked angry. No more than that, he looked like he was in pain, sadness and relief clouding those usually sharp eyes. "Shizu-chan!" And now the flea was hovering over him. "Do you know where you are?" Ah, he was in hospital. He recognized it now Why was he here?

It came back to him in a rush, being trapped in the elevator, the incredible pain. He tried pushing himself up, reaching for the mask, only for slim arms to pin him down. "Don't even think about it." Izaya's voice sounded usually harsh, tinted with worry. He must have screwed up again. But if Izaya was here with him. Then where was...

"Where's... my... baby?" He cursed inwardly hearing how sore and weak he sounded. "Don't worry. They're checking her over, she was born early." Crimson eyes fixed on him, making him shudder. "Don't you dare do that again. I mean it, Shizu-chan." His fingers reached for the mask again. He never wanted to see that look on his lover's face again.

He didn't move as Izaya wrapped his arms around him. "Never again." Shizuo sighed, hating how the flea was acting. "Izaya? What happened." He didn't get a reply, he winced as the arms around him tightened, listening to the other mumble "Never again." Over and over again. "Never again, Shizu-chan."

Lifting his hand, he brushed his hand through Izaya's hair. "Sorry." He wasn't sure what he had done or what had happened, but he knew it was to do with why he was in hospital. He shifted over, his face contorting in pain. "Stay still." Shaking his head, he tried to pull his lover onto the bed. He received a concerned glare in return. "Wait until the doctor comes. I'm not letting you out of my sight." And still the flea didn't let go of him, making sure he stayed perfectly still.

A knock at the door, made him look up. His two friends stepped into the room, Shinra closing the door behind him, a clipboard in his hand. "Shizuo, you're finally awake. How do you feel?" Shaking his head, he blinked in confusion, once again tugging at the mask. "Where's my baby?" He was quickly becoming more aware. "Your daughter is fine. One of the nurses will bring her in. Shizuo, I won't lie to you. We almost lost you. You'll be kept in for observation."

His eyes widened, his gaze dropping down to his clingy lover, who still hadn't let go of him. "You need to rest. Your body shouldn't have gone through such an ordeal." Pushing his hair back he attempted to sit up,finding he didn't have the energy to do so. "I want my baby." Shinra sighed, moving towards his drip. "Shizu-chan." He hated hearing how broken Izaya's voice sounded. "Rest. Please." Stopping his struggling, he lay back against the pillows. Already his eyes were slipping, the urge to sleep was too strong. What did Shinra...

Shizuo was more alert the next time he woke up. Izaya was still by his side, he looked like he hadn't slept at all, with the dark shade under his eyes. Remaining still, he let his lover rest. The drip was still attached to him, but he could already tell the mask was gone. The curtains were now open, several cards standing up. Next to his bedside was a large mixture of flowers, a single balloon floated in the corner of the room.

The door opened, making him curse, as his fiancé jerked awake. "Shizu-chan!" The look of relief on Izaya's usually calm face shocked him. Someone he hadn't met before wheeled in a small bed, through the glass side he could see a tiny hand. His heart beat quickened. "Heiwajima-san, congratulations." He smiled at the nurse, pushing himself into a sitting position.

His lover's hands were on his back, supporting him straight away. "You know, our little girl doesn't have a name yet. What about Yuriko?" At least they were getting back to normal. "No. Sora?" Izaya shook his head, those crimson eyes darkening. "Kazuko?" Shizuo paused, his hands clenching. Only child. Which meant his lover didn't want to take any risks. He wouldn't be getting pregnant again.

He was silent, unable to say anything. "Here you go. She's six pounds, six ounces" Holding out his arms, the way Celty had taught him, he cradled his newborn baby girl. When he was out of it, he had thought she was the most adorable sight he had ever seen. Now that he was aware, he was lost for words at how perfect she was. Shizuo couldn't look away, his finger gently trailing her button nose, while equally sharp crimson eyes gazed up at him, a smile on those tiny lips.

The nurse left them alone, closing the door behind her. Shizuo managed to shuffle over, the material on the hospital gown was already irritating him. The whole place was, the only thing keeping him in the bed, was Izaya and their little girl. Reaching out he patted the now free side of the small hospital bed. His lover grinned, hopping up next to him, arm linked around his own. He smiled at the familiar look, before staring back down at their baby.

Her hair was a light brown, but he could tell it might darken to black. Before he had cared a lot about who she would turn out like. But seeing her now in his arms, he didn't give a damn. She was beautiful, the most precious person in his life, with the exception of the one next to him. The name slipped from his lips, without his knowledge, but it felt right, as soon as he heard himself say it.

"Emi." A hand rested on his, making him reluctantly look away. "Beautiful blessing. Its perfect, Shizu-chan." Yeah she was. Leaning into his lover's side, he rested his head on the slim shoulder, A slim arm snaking around his waist. "I want to go home." Long fingers brushed his hair back. "Just a bit longer, until Shinra clears you." That haunted look was still there. Letting his eyes close he nodded his head. "Yeah. I'll wait." Just for them.

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