Desperate Times

A/N: ICK !

'Smart Move Otikami.'

I am standing with my arms folded and I am leaning on the edge of this undersized door. I am trying to take in everything at once and it's making me raise an eyebrow.

This Taki Otikami I thought was good at his job. I thought I was going to have a problem with him but I saw what he did and I can smell what he did. I can smell his filth and Spencer's blood. I can see the way Spence is looking at me. His mouth is open and filling with bubbling blood and his limbs are twitching; his back arching off the floor. He is looking at me and I can't quite get that expression. I don't know what that one means.

I see part of Rosa lying in the corner with other bits of junk and rubbish. Discarded. I see Taki turn slowly to look at me and there on his belt hangs my girl's head. That's OK.

I try to keep my eyes now between Taki and Spencer. The noises Spence is making are echoing back behind me and rattling down the passage way in the strange acoustics this place has. He can't breathe. I can see that…I can see him trying to move and not being able to.

'You can't kill him like that.' I tell Taki and with one hand I push away from the door frame and stand watching him. My hands now at my sides. My heels together. My brain fired up ready.

'He is just dirty scum Flanders. He won't live much longer. You were too late.'

I nod at him and tear my eyes from Spencer who is, I think, looking at me for help. I can see from here the strange bluish tint to the skin under the blood he is drooling out of his mouth. He would be dead. Normally, if this was normal, which it's not, he would be dead, but I gave him something extra didn't I? and that something extra can't be killed, not like that, and that something extra will keep its host alive. I'm not sure Spence knows that though, and it seems Taki didn't know either.

'But Taki, you took my Sam and my Rosa and though I can forgive you for thinking that hurting Spencer would bother me, which it doesn't, I'm not going to let you get away with taking my kids. You hurt my babies.' And I move forward slightly. 'You scared them Taki, my little kids. You took my little girl from where she was loved and cared for and you raped and hurt her before taking her life, and that puts you below even me.' I know he can remove my head with one swipe of his demon blades, but he won't. I know he won't, cos that is not what he is being paid to do. If that was what this was all about then I would have been taken out long before now. This is something else. This is meant to drag me down and it's starting to work.

The gurgling choking sounds are dying off. I think he's finally realised that he doesn't need to breathe right now. Just stay with the program Spence, Sam will keep you alive.

'Where she was loved and cared for? When did you last have contact with your whore of a daughter? She was a bit of filth. Like everything of yours. Like this here.' He kicks backwards and his heel makes contact with Spencer's faces and makes a nasty cracking sound. The twitching has stopped now. He is just lying there bleeding and going blue.

'Don't.' I step forward again. 'He never did anything to harm you Taki, why take it out on him?' Another step.

I want to take his attention off Spence and onto me.

-o-o-o-

I don't understand.

I felt him crush my throat.

I felt the bones snap.

I tired to take a breath, but I couldn't.

I tried to move my arms and legs to get away, but I couldn't.

And that thing inside me held me. I could feel it. Holding me. Talking to me. It's OK Spence. Relax – let me deal with it now…let go So I did.

I can't hear what Floyd is saying. I equally can't hear Taki, there is a strange noise in my ears and I think it's the thing inside me keeping me safe. Breathing for me and I can feel my heart pounding. The kick. The kick to my face I wasn't expecting that. Not that I could have avoided it. I feel the odd way my neck snaps back and I feel a strange tingling in my arms and legs and then nothing. So yes, I am lying here wondering if this Taki person has broken my neck.

I want to talk to Floyd.

I want him to understand why I did it.

I need him to know, but I can't move my mouth, even if I could talk. I watch in silence, my silence not theirs. I hear them. I see them. Floyd is on Taki and there is blood suddenly everywhere. They are strangely entwined around each other but they keep going out of my line of sight. I try again to move but I cant and my head it at such a ridiculous angle now that I can mostly only see the wall.

Oh

I can't see blood spray. It hits the wall in a huge crimson arch and splatters back at me. I watch it crawl down the wall, but I don't know who it came from.

Help me Sam….help me help Floyd. I need to do something, but he prods at my heart and slides up and down my spine until I can feel that I have a terrific headache and again my arms and legs are tingling.

I can see them!

Both of them on the floor. Rolling over and over and screaming. I can hear the howls they are both making but there are no words, just screaming yowls from deep inside of them. I watch Floyds hand come up and repeatedly hit, over and over on Taki's jaw. I watch the other man with his legs wrapped around Floyd catching him in the face again and over again with an elbow or a fist, and I can see blood.

Blood being spat from mouths and dripping from ears and noses.

Then there is nothing. Complete silence and stillness. I can just about see them. A tangled mess of blood and flesh but neither or them are moving. Please Floyd move. Please.

I'm sorry.

Oh god I'm so sorry.

Please be alright.

-o-o-o-

He's not dead.

I can't kill something like this. Not with teeth and nails, but I have stopped him for now. Slowly I move off from him, pushing his legs off me where they had curled around me trying to hold on and keep me in place. It worked, but not well enough. He has ripped bits of me. He was trying to get to my heart and liver but I avoided it. For now I avoided it, but he has torn at my flesh and I don't think I'm going anywhere fast. I'm going to need a few hours and I don't know if I have that long. I crawl away from the mess Taki and I both made and make my way to Spencer.

'Hey.' And I touch the side of his face. 'It's OK I'm here now. He can't hurt you.'

I will have to punish my Spence. I will have to show him how fucking angry I am that he enjoyed being raped and he actually wanted to give him that blow job, but there is no fun, absolutely no fun in hurting someone who you have to be careful with and equally no damned fun all the time Sam's in there protecting him. I will. When the time is right, I will show this filthy bit of scum how impressed I am with his sluttish behaviour. Now though I can't. Now I can't show him.

I lay down next to him. Spence is still lying on his back but his head is at all the wrong angle. I have to fix that for him… For Sam. I gently pull his head around so he is looking straight up at the ceiling and stroke his hair for a while.

'Give it a little bit Spence. You will feel better soon, then we have to go. We can't stay here.' My hand takes his and I am hoping to feel those long fingers wrap around my hand but they don't. Come on Sam. Fix him. Don't fuck up again, this is a second chance for you.

-o-o-o-

He jumps when I put my hand on his arm.

'Floyd.' I say it quietly, not sure how he is going to react to my being here with him. I look at Spencer and he looks very dead. There is blood all over his face and horrible bruising coming up around his neck and shoulders. As Floyd doesn't react further to me I step over them both and crouch down on the floor the other side of Reid. Floyd has his arm draped over Spencer's chest. There is blood everywhere, in pools and puddles on the floor. I put a hand on Spencer's chest next to Floyd's hand and I'm more than a little surprised to feel a heart beating in his chest.

'Spencer.' Again my voice doesn't go much beyond a whisper. 'Floyd, talk to me. What the hell happened here?' But again it is just silence. I get up again and start to walk over to Taki who is in his own little puddle of red ooze.

'Emily. Don't.'

And I turn back to see Flanders looking at me. 'What the hell happened?'

'It doesn't matter. Just you – you need to help me out here, but that sonofabitch's not dead. Don't go near him. Stay here with Spencer. I need to do something.'

I turn back and kneel down next to Reid again. 'What happened?' I put my fingers on Spencer's neck. 'What happened to his neck Floyd?' I don't want to be suspicious but when I left Reid was OK…and now it looks like he has a broken neck and out here in the middle of nowhere there will be no help coming at anytime soon.

'Just stay with him. I need to do something.'

I nod and carefully pick up one of Reid's hands and hold it tightly to my chest. I really don't know how he is going to survive this. His lips have taken on a horrible almost purple colour and as Floyd moves away I can see the thing which has been puzzling me but only now I can see it. He's not breathing.

How long I am here for I don't know. I am lost in a world of horror and grief. I really can't see how Reid is going to survive this and it is taking all my inner strength not to let my walls down. I need them up. I need them strong because without them I crumble and this is neither the time nor the place for that to happen.

'How is he?'

Floyd's voice comes from the other side of the room but I don't look over at him. My eyes are itchy and sore and now they are watery too. So with my free hand I rub at them with my finger tips. 'He is dying. What do you want to me to say Floyd? That everything is OK? That you did a good job?'

I think I said the wrong thing.

I think I riled him a bit.

He is back next to me and pulling me back away from Spencer. 'Then leave him. Get out and leave us. I told you to find the rest; you could have found the others and brought them here! Why are you such a stupid stubborn whore Prentiss!?' He is pushing me back so fast that my feet hardly touch the floor. He pushes me against the wall….One hand on my chest and the other around my neck. 'He is not dying Emily. He is going to be fine!' His spit sprays over my face, a mixture of phlegm and blood splatters on my cheeks.

'He has a broken neck.' I hiss back at him and put my hand around the one on my neck. Funnily, or not funnily however you want to see this, he's not hurting me. He is just letting me know.

'Sam can fix it.' His face is so close to mine that I can feel his lips touch mine. 'And it will be OK. It will be just fucking fine Emily.'

'He's dead.' I tell him and I am looking straight into his eyes and the though of bringing my knee up into his groin crosses my mind briefly but I don't think that would be the wisest move ever.

'Sam can help him.'

He doesn't understand. 'I meant Sam.'

And he looks at me and frowns and steps back letting go of me. 'You don't understand. You don't have the full picture. There is a lot more going on than you realise. Sam – Sam is OK…as ok as can be expected..

'Floyd, that Taki person, killed him. He's dead.' But he turns his back on me and looks over at Spencer.

'Are you going to help me or not?'

I sigh. 'We can't move him Floyd. He has a broken neck.'

'Sam is fixing it.'

'Sam can't fix it Floyd. You are not listening to me.'

He turned and looked at me and he shrugged.

When I wake up I've been stripped of my combat pants and vest top and placed in a corner of the room. My jaw hurts.

-o-o-o-

I love the forest.

The smells and the sounds.

The feel of the ground under my feet.

It's been a long journey and I have Spencer thrown over my shoulder and the bits of Rosa and Sam's head which I found are wrapped in blankets and I'm dragging them behind me.

It's dark now.

So I allow myself a rest. I drop Spencer down and let go of the blanket.

I have a plan.

A ragged plan, but it is one none the less. Rosa – she can't stay here. I need to return her, but I can't do that yet. Sam. That is more of a problem as I don't have all of his bits, but I do have his life force, or rather Spencer does and there is my next problem. If I let Sam leave then Spence will die. Let's face these facts; I did leave the boy behind. I was lured by a blow job. I remember it well. So, with these things in mind I have to remember that Sam is going to be pissed with me. However, if I leave him where he is for now he will gradually heal Spence. He can't let his host die. How well he will fix him I don't know. That I think will depend on how hard I try to get the body back again.

I lay Spencer down and crouch next to him. Carefully I wipe stray strands of hair off his face. I don't know if he can hear me but I tell him anyway. 'He's gonna come back again you know. He won't give up. Its honour you know. He wont stop until he is called off…like some animal. I need to sort it out. Find out who put out the contract and sort it. Until then though I'm going to keep you safe. I might have to keep you away from people. I might have to take you somewhere and keep you just for me. You don't mind being just for me do you Spencer? I can bring in guys every now and then if you need something else to suck on…I know you like variety. You don't mind do you babes?'

I roll him over onto his front and I take him hard. It's like having a corpse in a way. I love him like this. Totally compliant. I like him struggling too…I also like variety, but right now this is good. I can do what I want and he doesn't protest. Neither does he tell me how good I am, but he doesn't need to tell me that.

I have this advantage you see…I heal really quickly, myself and him, so though I rip into him and there is blood it doesn't matter cos by the morning he will be ok. And doubly so now Sam….

…….Sam……Sam is here too….I am fucking my son.

Oh well.

Desperate times and all.

-o-o-o-

I can hear him.

I can feel him.

I want to respond to him.

But all I can do is lay there and let him take me.

When he turns me over again I can see him looking down at me…and his mouth touches so gently upon mine, and slowly I am able to let my lips move slightly. Just so he knows. So he knows I want this.

So he knows –

'I'm sorry.' I whisper

'I know babes…I know.'