Sam had no idea how long it had been since the Sirius had shown up, but as she tried to breathe deep, it felt like an eternity. The fighting on deck had started, she could hear it in the distance. The sounds of swords clashing, gun shots, echoed through the hall and into the bedroom. But as much as she wanted to go upstairs and fight with everyone, she couldn't move. Sam clenched her teeth as another painful wave hit her, and she panted as she clawed at the chair's arm. It hurt so bad, and as valiantly as she fought not to scream through the pain, her efforts proved ineffective.

At some point Alan had come down, to get her likely, but found himself unable to open the door. He had been pounding against the door the past few minutes, and she could hear him cursing as he tried to get in. Squeezing the arm rest, she held the sword firmly in her other hand. The door wouldn't last much longer, and she knew that. He had been slashing at it with a sword, and she knew it was only a matter of minutes before he splintered the door open, and forced his way inside. She looked up at the window, looming over her head, seeing the smoke floating past. At least she knew they were there. That gave her a small amount of comfort. While she couldn't see them, she knew they were nearby.

"Well…" she whispered down to her belly, smiling, "I have to give it to you. You're just like your father. Determined to have it your way." She chuckled quietly to herself, then grabbing at the arm rest once again as she tried to quiet her cries. Sweat trickled down her face, stinging her eyes. She felt hot and cold all at the same time. She began to hum quietly, rubbing her hand across her belly, trying to soothe both her baby, and herself. Hot tears trickled down her face as she rocked herself, seeing as the blood began to flow down her legs like a small river.

As she predicted, the door began to splinter open, and she could see Alan clawing his way inside. She held her knees together, and attempted to stand, to defend herself when he did come in. But she couldn't. Squeezing her knees together, she rubbed her hand gently over her bump. Another sob racked her, and she silently called Eduardo's name over and over. She needed him there right now, more than she needed to breathe.

Alan climbed in through the remains of the door, and trudged over to her, his own sword dangling at his side. Sam held her sword up towards him, keeping him at a distance. His lips curled into a sadistic smile as he held a hand up at her.

"What do you think you're doing my pearl?"

"Keeping you… the hell… away from me." She gasped. She'd grown weak from the pain, and she was barely able to keep the sword up at waist level. But she'd be damned if Alan tried to do anything to her or her baby.

Alan took a step towards her, seemingly ignoring the sword. "Don't be stupid dear. What do you think you're going to do with that?"

"If it comes to it… kill you… if I have to…" She panted.

Alan chuckled, low in his throat. "You know pearl, I've been quite patient with you… But I've about had it up to my limit with this nonsense. You and I both know that you're not going anywhere, that you're going to stay here with me. Now give me that sword." He held out his hand towards her, waiting for her to hand over her weapon. But she only held it out, her determined glare boring into him.

With a sigh, he shook his head. "Have it your way then."

He swiftly pulled his own sword up, knocking her sword away, and pointing his firmly at her belly. She'd been so weak from her own pain, that he was easily able to knock the sword from her hand. Took him almost no effort for him at all, as she watched the sword clatter to the ground a few feet away from her. She lifted her hand up, blocking the tip of his sword from pressing into her belly. The tip pinched her skin as she held it away from her child, protecting it the best she could.

"Please," she begged quietly and shaking her head, "please don't."

She faintly heard her name being called further down the hall, but as Alan motioned for her to stand, she found herself unable to utter a sound. She went to stand, as he had indicated, but screamed in pain as she collapsed back down into the chair. Her legs buckled beneath her and she managed to catch herself on the chair behind her.

Alan sighed, sounding annoyed. "Well, it appears you're in labor. I'll have to deliver the thing, then dispose of it at a later time for you."

He lowered his sword, tucking it back into its holder at his side. He turned and crossed the room, towards one of the cabinets. Sam clenched her teeth as another contraction rolled through her. She was not going to let him hurt her baby. She lowered herself from the chair down to the floor, and began to crawl across the floor towards her sword, which Alan had kicked into the center of the room. Alan grabbed a few blankets and towels and turned around. He saw her crawling towards her sword, and quickly rushed forward and kicked it out of her grasp again. She sobbed as he tossed the blankets down next to her. He was making his way back towards her when she saw Eduardo's head appear from between the splintered door.

Without hesitation, Eduardo quickly rushed into the room. He tackled Alan around the middle, sending the two of them sprawling to the ground. Sam crawled away from the fight, towards the other side of the room, and propped herself up against the wall. She sobbed as she saw the trail of blood following after her as she leaned up against the wall. But he was here. He'd come for her. Not that she'd ever doubted him, but she'd never been so happy to see him in her entire life. Sam watched as the two wrestled with one another on the floor. Punches flew, and she watched in fascination as the two men fought against each other.

Eduardo eventually got the upper hand, being much stronger than Alan, and pinned him to the ground. He held nothing back as he landed punch after punch against Alan's face. She continued to watch him, pummeling the seeming life out of Alan. She was pretty sure that if no one stopped him, he'd probably kill him. If she'd had any more strength in her, she would've done it herself, but she couldn't.

"You son of a bitch I ought to kill you for touching her." Eduardo said ruthlessly as continued to pound Alan into the floor.

Christopher and Russell shortly appeared in the door frame, and came in after Eduardo. Christopher rushed to Sam's side, while Russell rushed to join Eduardo. He began kicking the side of Alan for a moment, as if for entertainment, then grabbed Eduardo and pulled him back off of Alan's now unconscious body. Christopher's eyes followed the trail of blood leading up to Sam and bent over next to her. At that point, Nathan, Thomas, and Morgan had also joined them in the room, and were now trying to restrain Eduardo.

Eduardo fought against the other guys as he looked over at Sam. "Let me go! See there? That's blood! He hurt Sam!"

Christopher checked over her body quickly, apparently initially believing she'd been injured. When he didn't, he looked puzzled for a moment before looking into Sam's eyes. She grabbed his hand and squeezed as another contraction came on, and she clenched his hand in hers. Her voice was too weak at that point for her to say anything, but Christopher finally seemed to understand.

"How far apart are they?" He asked her gently. She held up two fingers, indicating the contractions were now only two minutes apart.

He scooped her up off the floor and into his arms. "She's not injured Eduardo, she's in labor. We need to get her to our ship. Now."