His Baby

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Sofia

It almost feels like everything moves in slow motion.

Everyone's up within seconds, as Kieran explains where and how they got here, and what needs to happen. Mason grabs me by the elbow, his hold gentle but his movements a bit frantic.

"What's going on?" I ask, taking Phoebe's hand as we pass her, dragging her along with me to make sure she's safe.

"You're going to hide-"

"What?" I break out of his hold, stopping and he turns, his jaw clenched and his face tight. "No, let me help. I can-"

"Sofia," He speaks lowly, and firmly, sending an unwanted shiver down my spine. "I know you can help. But for now, I need you and Phoebe to get Brody, take him to the basement, and lock yourself in a room." He explains, and my idea of putting up a fight is immediately put out.

Brody.

He's already been shot, he can't protect himself.

"We can do that," Phoebe nods, and Chris comes up to her, handing her a gun and giving her a short, sweet kiss before running out of the hall and off to god knows where.

"FIVE MINUTES! MASON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING?" Kieran shouts, and Mason curses under his breath and looks back at me. He pulls a set of keys out of keys pocket and hands them to me, then grabs me face with gentle hands.

"Get Brody, there's three guns in the top drawer in our room under the TV, grab them all. Lock the basement door behind you, it's the only silver key, then find a room, and lock yourselves in it." He instructs, and I begin engraving the instructions into my brain.

He leans down, giving me a quick kiss, and I savour it briefly before pulling away and grabbing Phoebe's hand, dragging her up with me.

"TWO MINUTES!" I hear Kieran shouts.

"GO get Brody, meet me on the top of the stairs." I tell Phoebe, who nods and runs into the direction of his room while I go to ours.

Three guns, top shelf.

Holy crap, I can't believe this is happening.

I've watched movies, I know how shootouts work. But like, this seems a lot less fun. Usually there's fun fighting and all that, but this is just scary. Ominous.

Feels like death is looming around the corner, and I'm not liking that.

I make it to the top of the stairs and help Phoebe get Brody down, and we begin heading toward the Basement door when loud gunshots begin ringing out. I flinch each time, but continue pushing toward the door, struggling under Brody's weight.

"Brody, come on. Work with us." Phoebe groans, and Brody grunts lowly, getting on his feet a bit but still dragging for the most part.

"We're almost there, just a few more steps-"

I hear the sound before I feel it, but feeling it is way worse. The explosion is loud, and sends all three of us flying into the nearest wall, debris and fire following.

I hear distant yelling, familiar voices and some unfamiliar, before more gunshots follow. I can barely see through the thick smoke, but manage to spot both Phoebe and Brody, lying unconscious nearby.

"Phoebe," I whisper hoarsely, forcing myself to ignore the sharp pain in my abdomen as I stand and limp over to her. "Phoebe, get up. COme on." I urge, shaking her shoulder, and she groans and opens her eyes. I briefly run my eyes over, not spotting any visible damage, so I move to Brody, who's shirt is now soaking up blood.