Hi, everyone!

Apologies for the SUPER long wait and the kinda short chapter, but in return, it looks like this fic is getting yet ANOTHER chapter! Wow. I think I started off thinking this was going to be a long oneshot, then it turned into three chapters, and has been growing like a monster with a mind of its own. Honestly, I don't even know what the point is in planning fics out anymore if they're just getting longer and longer as I write.

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Summary: Caitlin is ready to protect their baby at all costs-even in the face of the most terrifying villain Team Flash has seen.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Flash/DCTV

For a moment, Caitlin could almost believe that it was Barry flashing her around Central City, like they had done countless times before. The world passed by her in a blur of colors, each bright shade causing the queasy feeling in her stomach to intensify and making her feel dizzier and dizzier until they finally stopped and she stood, swaying on her feet in a darkened, unfamiliar room.

"Where…are we?" she managed to ask, gasping as she doubled over, trying to catch her breath. Zoom took off his mask, looking at her with blue eyes so confused.

"What do you mean, Caitlin? We're home," he said, as if it were obvious. Caitlin blanched, feeling as if she was going to be sick. He took a step closer to her, but she held out a hand to stop him, immediately straightening and leaning away.

"Home?"

He nodded, extending his hand. "Home. We're back on Earth-2."

Her mouth opened in horror. They had been moving so fast, she didn't even realize…

"Take me home," she immediately demanded. "Take me back to Earth-1!"

"But this is home, Cait," Hunter tried to say, only for her gaze to immediately sharpen, rage written all over her lovely face.

"Don't call me that!"

He took a few hurried steps toward her, and she nearly tripped over in her haste to pedal backwards…only to find herself on the other side of the room. For a moment, they stood still in shock, jaws dropped, looking across the room at the other. Caitlin could have smacked herself for not thinking of it sooner.

Her baby was half-speedster.

She and Barry already knew there probably wasn't a way to tell how his metahuman genes would have affected it—her, Caitlin reminded herself. She found out a week ago, thinking of a way to surprise Barry only for her to suddenly run out of time to do so—but having to find out like this was the worst possible time.

Apparently, the baby had inherited her father's awful timing as well.

"How…did you do that?" Hunter's once-calm façade was now completely shattered, rage contorting his features. "How did you do that?!"

Instinctively, Caitlin covered her stomach with her hand, her fear leaving her frozen on the spot. His cold eyes narrowed, realization hitting him as fast as a lightning bolt as he turned his furious gaze to her now-recognizably swollen belly, seeing it for what it really was after knowing what he was looking for.

"You're pregnant." It was a statement, not a question, one that was forced through gritted teeth. "You're pregnant. You and the Flash. I should have known."

He laughed, a sound that was both angered and hollow. "I'll kill it. I'll kill that thing, and then we'll truly be able to be together."

Caitlin's eyes widened, both of her arms encircling her stomach as she hunched over, trying to protect her midsection as much as she could. "NO!"

Hunter snarled and flashed toward her, blue lightning streaking behind him as she instinctively took a step back, a strange purple-tinged scarlet lightning crackling around her. Caitlin had no idea how to control a speedster's powers, let alone powers projected by a half-speedster baby, but it didn't matter—she was too slow; he grabbed her wrist, and the next thing she knew, she was chained to the metal rails of a cot deeper inside the dark room.

"It'll only hurt for a little bit," he told her in what she supposed he thought was a pacifying tone, but all she could feel was panic. Hunter brought up his right hand, vibrating it.

She was at a loss, words flying out her mouth in desperation before Caitlin could even register what she was saying, pleas turning into hardened, ferocious threats. "Please, no, please—I'll kill you if you touch my baby, I swear I won't stop—"

Then all of a sudden, he paused, his hand still vibrating in midair as he looked thoughtfully down at her stomach. It was a gaze that struck Caitlin with a deep sense of dread, and it didn't take a genius like her to figure out what, exactly, was going through his head.

He wanted to use the baby as bait.

"If it'll make you happy," Hunter said in a complete 180 of his earlier burst of outrage, putting his hand back down, "you can keep it. No harm will come to it."

The unspoken for now hung in the air, thick and tense. Shaking himself free from the heaviness of the present, he gave her a grimace-smile. "This is our home. I'll bring you something to eat, you must be hungry." He rattled the chain around her wrist that bound her to her cot. "These are power dampening cuffs. Your speed won't work here."

Caitlin Snow was many things—woman, scientist, daughter, badass, girlfriend (?), doctor, mother—but despite being all of those things, even in her current dire situation, she never stopped being curious.

"Where did you find these? Why do you have power dampening cuffs? You don't need them," she thought out loud, her brain whirring to find the answer. Why would Zoom need a pair of these cuffs if this was his home base? It didn't look like there were other metas sharing the space, and not everyone could have made it up the cliff; it was a straight drop to the bottom. He could outrun any meta, even Barry at this point, so why—

"I'll bring you some food," Hunter murmured, turning on his heel and speeding off, not addressing her questions. Caitlin's brow furrowed, tapping her index finger against her lips, a nagging feeling inside of her telling she was missing something important, something crucial, something vital that was happening right this second, and then she felt it.

Pain exploded in her stomach, her eyes snapping open as her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, held back by sheer will. Her hands gripped her shirt and the white sheets on the cot beneath her for dear life, her body arching off of it to compensate for the ache in her back and her stomach, the sharp, excruciating pain making her writhe. Tears poured down her face, and as the pain intensified and darkness began to creep into her vision, Caitlin prayed with everything she had inside of her.

Please…let Nora be safe. Please.

Please let Nora live.