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"Swan!"

I didn't pay attention to Hook's voice calling my name through the walkie-talkie. The device was miraculously still working after falling on the ground for the second time, and I was hearing Killian better than ever. His voice was shaking, and I really wanted to take the talkie and tell him I was all right, I was alive and he didn't have to be so sad. But I couldn't get distracted. Sitting on Zelena's leg, I was too busy trying to control her to think about anything else. At the slightest mistake, I was losing the advantage, and I couldn't let that happen.

I had benefited from my impulse to tackle her on the ground, and she was now struggling like a little devil underneath me to make me fall. She was definitely stronger than she seemed. I managed to immobilize her as she was trying to punch me in the face. I took her arms and nailed them on the floor above her head with my left hand. I was in a rage, I was feeling the adrenalin running through my veins, and I couldn't think straight anymore. I leaned forward, and with my right hand, I violently hit her jaw.

I myself got surprised by how violent my punch had been, and immediately felt an acute pain in my fist. I chose to ignore it, too happy about what I had just done. Zelena had been knocked out by the shot, and she was lying on the floor, her eyes closed. I knew it was the moment or never to try and escape from this hell.

I quietly prayed every gods I could think of so her protection spell had only been placed on the outside of the door. I didn't want to get grilled as I was so close to be safe. I got on my feet and rushed toward the hallway, my heart painfully pounding in my chest. My heartbeats were so fast they were making me dizzy, but I couldn't stop what I was doing. I had to get out of there.

However, I had probably overestimated Zelena's state of unconsciousness. With a grunt that seemed to ring against the wall of the room, she managed to roll on her stomach and firmly grabbed my ankle. I got unbalanced for a second, but not enough to fall on the floor. I took a step back to stay on my feet, because I knew it was a question of life or death, and if I fell I would probably not have another chance to get away from this mess.

I saw her moving from the corner of my eyes, and only understood what she wanted to do a second too late for me to react. I felt the carpet falling from under my feet, and couldn't do anything to avoid what was going to happen. This time, I wasn't able to stay up, and took off the ground before falling on my back. I whimpered when I felt the pain taking over my spine. I mechanically placed my hand on my stomach, not even managing to think clearly anymore because of my fall. I didn't pull myself back together quick enough, and Zelena was on my legs less than a second after I had collapsed.

She sat on me to keep me still. Her weight was gluing my aching back to the floor, and I winced in pain. I looked at her straight into her eyes to react at the right time when she would decide to attack me, and I noticed that her jaw had already turned into a quite deep variation of purple. I quietly congratulated myself for punching her so hard. If I had to die, I wouldn't do it without leaving a mark on my murderer. It wasn't much at all, but it was actually managing to make me feel a bit better about my death.

"I have to say it was well done, because you've surprised me." She said as I was wriggling under her to try and free myself. "Now, allow me to have a little bit of fun with you after what you've just done."

I saw her lifting her fist up in the air, and tried to protect my stomach in a maternal reflex. I turned my head to prevent her from hitting me, but her hand touched me anyway, and I felt my brow bone bursting open because of the shot. I yelled from the pain, still trying to free myself from her weight. My tries however didn't succeed, and she hit me once more, on the jaw this time, imitating what I had done only a few minutes earlier.

The pain was so strong my mind was idling. But I couldn't give up. I was in pain, every inch of my body was aching, but I was keeping on fighting. The adrenalin was running through me and was helping me to fight against the pain. It was that or dying anyway. I didn't have a choice, I had to be brave. For my family.

The witch lifted her hand up again, but this time, she opened it and I understood right away she was about to use her magic. If I was trusting the sick grin she was offering me, I could quite easily guess she was about to hurt me really badly. My breathing got stuck into my throat for an endless second, and everything seemed to idle as I was picturing the people I loved behind the other side of the door. I had to fight, I was going to survive this, for them.

I knew my life was put on the line. So, seeing that she was about to hurt me, I found enough strength in myself to release my legs with a violent kick. She found herself lying on the floor, as surprised as I was, because I hadn't thought for one second I still had the strength to do something like that. I sat on her, planning on knocking her out, for good this time. It was the only way for me to get out of there, but she wasn't agreeing with my plan.

She had several advantages : I was dehydrated, I hadn't eaten for hours and I was pregnant. She knew that I was weaker than usual, and she smiled once again as if she pitying me. Without too much effort, she made me roll on my back to take the strong position again.

It's when I saw her eyes sparkling in madness that I understood it was probably the end for me. She once again lifted her hand up above my head, and with the other one, she grabbed my throat to strangle me. The air wasn't reaching my lungs anymore, and I was slowly choking. Completely panicked, I looked all around me to find something that would help me get out of this horrible situation. My survival instinct was stronger than ever. I couldn't die, I just couldn't, not now, not like that. It was so stupid, and way too soon.

In that exact same moment, the walkie-talkie, that was still crackling, drew my attention. My family was still calling for me, and I could hear someone sobbing in the background. It was laying on the floor not too far from my head, and for one second, I got surprised by how lucky I was. The quicker possible, I gathered my last strengths to wriggle and free my left arm, that was under Zelena's body. I managed to do so in a few seconds, and reached for the device.

"What are you.." She started, surprised by my gesture.

She didn't have the time to finish her sentence. I lifted my weapon up and violently hit her on the back of the head. I saw her face stiffening in a wince of pain right before she fell on me as a deadweight, unconscious.

I pushed her back with a little wince and got back on my feet, one of my hand placed on my stomach. I couldn't believe I had seriously managed to win against the witch while she had deprived me from my powers. I dropped the walkie-talkie, that had definitely broken because of the last impact, and it hit the floor in a muffled noise. I took a few seconds to catch my breath, also waiting for the baby to kick. I wanted to make sure it was all right. I had done the best I could to protect my stomach, but I had fallen over several times, and Zelena had just collapsed on me. I waited the longer I could, but my child stayed completely still. I tried to control myself as I was starting to panic. I couldn't lose control now, I had to get out of there before. For now, the most important thing was to escape if I wanted my baby to have the sightliest chance to live.

I rushed toward the door but suddenly decided to stop. I didn't know if Zelena had placed a protection spell inside of the house to forbid me from going out in case I would try to escape, and I really didn't want to die now that I was almost safe. I approached her and leaned toward her inanimate body to take the scarf she was wearing around her neck and use it as a lure to get out of my prison.

As I was firmly holding my way out in my hand when something hanging at the witch's belt drew my attention. A bit puzzled, I made her roll on her back to look at her more carefully, and gasped in surprised.

It was there. The apprentice's wand. The one we were seeking everywhere for months to send the wizards back home. It was right in front of me, and I only had to reach for it to take it in my hand.

I didn't wait to think more about it and took it in my palm before running toward the front door. I wrapped the scarf around my hand to touch the handle, and as I had expected, it opened with a little grinding. Not managing to walk straight, I got out of the house without even bothering to close the door behind me. I got a bit unbalanced by the cold air of the night that hit me all at once, and didn't really know where I was anymore.

It was pitch-black outside, I couldn't see a thing because of the darkness, but I could spot my family's figures standing in the middle of the yard. I couldn't see their faces nor discriminate them from each other because it was too dark and I was too disoriented. Too shocked to do anything, I let go of the scarf, which immediately got taken away by the wind. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there in front of the door, feeling like the all world was spinning around me

"… Swan?"

Hearing my surname acted as an electroshock on me. I saw the figures rushing toward me, and I imitated them. I had barely had the time to go down the stairs of the porch that Killian was already holding me in his arms. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and squeezed me so tight I suddenly felt it hard to breathe. But I didn't care. I was way too relieved to be near him, and I wrapped both my arms around him to pull him a little bit closer to me and make sure it was real, I was safe and nothing bad was going to happen to me.

The other members of my family didn't take long to join us, and I was caught into an intense collective embrace. I couldn't really distinguish my loved ones from one another, but I just settled for hugging them, so happy to feel them close to me as I had really thought I would never see them again. I was hearing their sobs and the inconsistent words they were saying to me, and I felt a little pinch of guilt in my chest. I was feeling so bad for having scared them so much, but I was with them now. I wouldn't go anywhere. I had fought, and I was alive.

After a long while spent in their comforting arms, I ended up pulling away from them, and turned to look at Regina. She was holding a bit back from all these embraces, but she was looking so relieved I was alive and well. She stepped forward when she saw I was about to talk, and I took a deep breath before starting, still utterly shocked by the last events :

"Zelena is inside." I stated in a husky voice. "She's knocked out. If you could take that off, I think you're probably going to need it for your sister."

I showed her my arm, where the black bracelet forbidding me to use my powers was still locked, and she took it off quite quickly. I let go of a sight of relief when I felt my magic coming back to life. I was feeling much more powerful, and it was making me feel so much better. She smiled at me, but I stopped her as she was about to walk away from us to go into the house. She didn't seem to understand why I was calling her back, but I opened my hand to show her the wand I was still holding in it. My fingers were shaking and it was hard for me to keep the item in my palm.

"I think you should be interested by this." I simply said.

I saw her eyes widening, and she reached for the wand, staring at it like it was the most precious thing she had ever seen. She made it spin between her fingers and carefully examined it, probably to make sure it was the real one. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, too surprised to be able to answer me.

"How?" She finally stuttered.

"Later." I decided. "I don't think Zelena will stay unconscious for much longer, and it would be stupid if she escaped after everything that happened."

My friend nodded and rushed toward the front door to go and get her sister. I turned back to my family, my entire body shaking quite violently. My loved ones seemed so astounded, and tears of relief were streaming down their faces. Hook hadn't let go of me and was still holding me close to him, both his arms wrapped around me as if he was scared I would disappear again. I placed my head on his shoulder, realizing I was only managing to calm down when I was feeling close to him. After a few seconds, he ended up pulling away just a little bit. He stared at me before cupping my cheek, leaving his left arm around my waist.

I winced. The touch of his hand against my bruises was almost unbearable. Now that I was safe, I was finally feeling the pain of Zelena's punches. My hand was also aching from hitting her too hard, and I was feeling really bad. My family hadn't seemed to have noticed my wounds because of the darkness, and my reaction seemed to worry them even more.

"You're... You're hurt." Killian stated in a voice muffled by his sobs.

"It's nothing." I gently comforted him, not wanting him to get even more worried.

"It's not." My mom corrected, carefully looking at me with a frown. "You have very bad bruises from what I'm seeing."

"You should see her face..."

I was barely finishing my sentence that my legs became very weak all at once. The adrenalin that was keeping me on my feet had just disappeared, and I had suddenly no strength left. My legs were shaking too hard to be able to support my weight, and I didn't even have the strength to slow my fall down. Everything was feeling like a dream, the time seemed like stretched and I didn't even know if what I was living was real or not.

Killian caught me right before I hit the ground. I managed to get back up with his help, and he almost carried me to the porch of the house. He made me sit down on the steps and the light that was coming from the front door allowed me to see his red eyes. He had probably cried so much, thinking that he was losing me and the baby and he couldn't do anything about it. I grabbed his fingers to comfort him and tried to smile at him, but I had to give up on this idea because my face was aching way too much. With my free hand, I took Henry's and stared at him straight into his eyes. I didn't even know how to explain him how happy I was I had the chance to see him growing up.

"How are you feeling?" My dad suddenly asked, breaking the silence that was surrounding us. "Do you need anything?"

"If you have water, I'd like some. I'm dying of thirst." I said with a little smile, choosing to ignore the pain to comfort my close ones.

He nodded and gently whispered "Of course, sweetheart." He took his hand away from my hair, but took the time to press a paternal kiss on my forehead before walking away from us. I looked at him disappearing into the night, happy to know I would be able to drink soon. I didn't know how much longer I could stay like this, because I was so thirsty I was feeling dizzy.

"I'm calling an ambulance." My mom stated with a sniff, looking like she was about to start crying again.

I didn't even think about protesting against this idea. The baby hadn't moved yet, and it was making me so anxious. It couldn't be dead. I had to make sure it was safe and healthy. I had fought for it, so it could have a chance to live, and if I learned it hadn't survived, I didn't know what I would do with myself. I was pretty sure I would crumble for good.

I shivered from the cold. The storm that had raged earlier was now gone, but the night was pretty fresh and I was still only wearing a tank top. Without asking me anything, Killian took off his leather jacket and placed it around my shoulder. I thanked him and cuddled into the clothes with a sight of relief. It was smelling like him, like the sea and leather, and it was making me feel so much better.

"The ambulance will be here in a few minutes." My mom said as my father was coming back with a bottle of water.

I nodded to quietly thank him and eagerly drank more than half of the bottle with the feeling I was extinguishing a fire in my throat. The thirst had become so strong it was aching, and being able to make the pain stop was feeling really good.

"Emma." Killian started, his hand on my leg as he didn't want to break any physical contact with me. "Do you think… Do you know if the baby's all right?"

"I don't know." I admitted in a shaky voice. "I tried to protect my stomach the best I could, but Zelena collapsed on me. It hasn't moved since I came out, and..."

My voice broke, but I didn't start crying. I was feeling too weak to do so, and my eyes stayed completely dry. Killian just wrapped his arms around me and I placed my head on his shoulder as he was saying :

"Come here, baby. It's okay, you're amazing and you did so good."

He started to gently stroke my back with his right hand, and placed his hook on my stomach as if he wanted to protect the baby. I closed my eyes to try and calm myself down a little bit. It wouldn't help the baby if I started to panic. Killian's strokes were actually helping me a lot, and I started to quietly pray every gods so my baby was alive and well.

I was still holding Henry's hand tight. I kept silence for a few minutes, my head buried in Killian's neck. He was still rocking me against his chest, and it was making me feel so much better. I started talking again, but didn't move a bit to stay close to him.

"Where is Liam?"

"In the loft." My mom answered. "He's with Neal, it's Harry, Ron and Hermione who are watching them. I should call them, by the way. They've asked us to tell them everything when we would know what had happened..."

"It was a good idea to leave them there." I said as my mom was walking away to call the wizards. "Being here wasn't good for them. I wouldn't have wanted them to see me like that."

"Don't worry about them, love, they're fine." Killian whispered, looking like he was calming down a little bit now that I was near him, even if I could sense he was still so worried about the baby. "The one we need to take care of right now is you. You and the baby."

I nodded and he kept on running his fingers up and down my spine as we were waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

The vehicle had just started off. The paramedics had forced me to lay down on a stretcher while all I wanted was to stay cuddled into Killian's arms. He was sitting next to me, our fingers woven together, but it wasn't enough to calm my anxiety down. The only thing that was preventing me from panicking was feeling his arms wrapped around me.

I turned my head and inadvertently met my reflexion in the ambulance's window. I winced and placed my hand on my face. My jaw was now dark purple, my right brow bone was swollen and dried blood was covering my face while blue marks had appeared around my neck. I was in such a lamentable state, and I suddenly felt ashamed Henry had seen me like that. It only managed to worsen the shaking that had taken control over me when I had escaped and that was only calming down when I was snuggled against Killian.

I needed comfort more than ever, and I met Killian's gaze. I could see he was doing everything in his power not to show it to me, but he was terrified. His eyes were shinning with tears he was refusing to let go, because he wanted to be strong for me. Deciding that I had had enough, I undid the straps that were wrapped around my chest and my stomach and got up to go sit next to him.

"Darling, you need to..."

He didn't have the time to finish his sentence. I had cuddled against his chest, and he had gotten quiet. He wrapped bot his arms around me to hold me close in a comforting embrace. I sighted as he was pressing a gentle kiss on my temple, and felt like my heartbeats were slowing down a little bit. I had already stopped shaking, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck to breathe him.

As we were both silents, only our jerky breaths breaking the quiet, I suddenly felt a huge kick in my lower stomach. I gasped and immediately placed my hand on my bump, before turning to Killian, my lips parted in surprise. His expression told me he had also felt the baby move, and he sighted with tears in his eyes.

A wave of relief rushed over me, and it was so strong everything started to spin around me. It was alive. I had made it, and it was alive. It wasn't dead because of me. I had managed to save it. It was going to live and have a good life, and nothing bad was going to happen to our child.

Without notice, I started to cry, husky sobs shaking my shoulders. It was like everything that I had lived these past few hours had finally gotten real in my mind, and I was realizing what had happened to me and what I had escaped from. All the tears I had forbidden myself to shed were now streaming down my face, and I had no idea how to calm myself down.

Hook pulled me a little bit closer to him. I guessed at his shaky voice he was trying not to sob as well as he was saying :

"I thought I'd lost you both."

I didn't answer anything, my face in his neck as the ambulance was driving fast in the darkness to get me to the hospital.

Here we go, I managed to update! See, I've been nice this time! I'll try to update next monday, even if I don't promsie anything. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! See you soon!