Sophia 7

Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine except the plot.

Chaos errupted. John, Michael and Stephen protesting loadly. Sophia began to cry and Susan stood and paced with the child in her arms, soothingly rubbing her hair. Bester and his aide, Vivian Goodburg, shouted back. Vivian, arrogantly wanting to be the one to bring the child in walked over to where Susan was and spat," you already gave her up because you didn't want her, no need to keep her just to try and spite us, we will be her family now, the corp is mother the corp is father and unlike her Sophia's parents we actually want her."

Sophia's head came up, looking as shocked as Susan and everyone in the room came silent, the three Alliance men and Susan too furious to speak. Vivian attempted to take Sophia who cried and said," that's not true, she loves me, " kicking away from the blonde. Susan reacted and punched the woman in the mouth. She fell back as Susan put Sophia down to keep her safe from the people who wanted her baby. Vivian came up and punched Susan in the face, causing her nose to bleed. Then it started. The four of them against two, it should have been easy. And it was for a while. They easily took down the two psi cops, and Michael was about to arrest them when Vivian pulled a knife out of her pocket and turned toward the child who stood in the backround crying for fear and threw it in her direction. Susan gasped and jumped in front of the knife and in buried itself deep in her belly as she gasped and fell to the ground. Sophia was at her mother's side in an instant, followed only a second later by John, Michael and Stephen. " Mama," the girl cried.

Susan was lying on the flour on her back. Her face was pale and her lip bleeding as she bit it to keep from crying out, the blood running down her chin. Already she covered in blood, which was clearly visible despite her thick black clothing. The knife's handle stuck out of her clothes. She reached out her shaking hand with great effort, and let in touch Sophia's hair slightly and whispered softly," shh, it's okay, "

Stephen tried to open her jacket but it pulled at the knife painfully and he started to rip it to the wound to avoid that before doing the same to the black tee shirt under neath. Michael called medlab and John came with towels and a bowl of warm water, as he began to try to clean the wound. He couldn't believe she was consious and he hated that he was having to hurt her even more, but she remained quiet as he, John and Michael stuggled to stop the bleeding. Sophia cried as Susan weakly tried to stop sooth her stroking her hair and attempting to speak as best as she could. During this Bester and Goodburg disappeared. The medstaff got there with the strature. Despite the fact that she was definately light enough for one person to lift, all three of them did so together so that they could hold her straight as the lay her on the stature and they raced her to medlab as she cried out for her daughter before finally losing consiousness.

Michael and John followed, John carrying the crying child as they too went to medlab. They called Marcus who too met them there. They spent all night there as the medstaff struggled to save Susan's life. Finally the next morning Stephen came out smiling. She would be all right. The knife had punctured her lung and done some other internal damage, there was alot of internal bleeding but they had managed to correct everything and she would make it. They were giving her blood at that moment.

It was the next morning before she woke. As the adults went to see her Sophia who was not allowed in wandered a bit. She stepped out of medlab in the empty corridor. She skipped a bit not looking up or back. A gloved hand covered her mouth, appearing from nowhere as it's mate lifted her carrying her away.

*** In Susan's room. They walked in. She was pale attached to many monitors and Iv's giving her blood and fluid. " Sophia," she demanded as Michael, John, Marcus and Stephen filled the room.

" shh Susan, she's right outside" Stephen attempted to sooth her.

She became hyterical demanding that Sophia come until Michael went to get her. He returned a moment later pale, holding her hair scrunchee, " She's gone."