In The Darkest of Times (CaptainSwan)

Don't You Dare Touch Her

Emma is actually 8 and a half-ish weeks along now, I changed it to make the story flow easier.

Emma's Pov
"M'lady," Killian says as he opens the door for me.

I walk in and he walks in behind me. He turns around to close the door.

"So what's on the agenda to..."

"Don't speak," someone whispers into my ear quietly. The point of a knife being held to my throat, digging into the skin. A small trickle of blood running down my neck.

"Slowly turn around," my captor say to Killian, "And hands in the air."

Killian did as he was told, looking at me in horror.

"Emma," he gasps.

"Please let her go," he begs.

"Only once you do as I tell you, pirate," he digs the knife deeper into my skin.

I cry out. I can't move without the knife digging deeper into the already cut skin.

"Don't you dare touch her," Killian yells at the man.

"I won't touch her. I will just press this knife right through her skin. She'll die. Do you really want that, Captain?"

"Please don't hurt her. What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt her. She's pregnant," he holds his hand and hook out cautiously, his words spilling out saying anything that might save me.

"I don't care if she's pregnant. Drop the hook."

He does as he is told, unscrewing his hook from his stump. It drops to the ground with a clatter.

"Now I know you have a vial of magic here. A locator spell. Where is it? Bring it to me."

He gives me a look of worry. His entire stance looks afraid. He feels helpless. He can do nothing to save me.

"Emma? Where is it?"

"It's in the kitchen. Left cabinet. Behind the rum," I choke out.

He carefully walks into the kitchen. The man forces me to walk towards the kitchen, keeping his eyes on Killian. The knife chafes at my skin as he pushes me forward. Killian walks over to the cabinet, pulling out the small vial of clear liquid from the back.

"Now let her go," he says sternly.

"Not until I have made it out of here, alive. Give me the bottle. Leave it on the counter. Or I kill her now. "

Killian places the vial on the table and steps backwards. Afraid any sudden moments would cause my captor to behead me. The man picks up the vial.

He walks me backwards till he has his hand on the doorknob. He lets me go pushing me towards Killian as he runs out of the door. I stumble into Killian's arms as he runs forward to catch me. He catches me in his arms, but we both crumple to the floor, relieved that both of us we alive.

"Are you okay?" he says brushing hair out of my face.

I nod, "I will be once we have that potion back and that man is in jail. Hurry. We can't be that far behind."

We both sprint towards the door chasing after the man. He has a lead on us. I use my magic to try to stop him. Pain ripples through my stomach, but I keep pushing myself faster, in pursuit of the man. Killian trailing just behind me. Grabbing a trash can with my magic, I throw it in his path. The man trips on the bin, but still gets to his feet before we catch up to him.

I send multiple blasts of my magic to try to stop him. Still running, slowly gaining distance, I use all my strength and try to stop him with a magical hold, stopping him from going any further, but the pain is now overwhelming and the agony only maximized as I keep my hold on to him. I can't hold onto the magic any longer. I release the hold before we reach him. He falls with the release of the power holding him back, but he gets up and run out of my sight.

"Emma!" I hear Killian shout.

I clutch my stomach. It feels like knives were stabbing my stomach over and over again. I collapse as Killian catches me, holding me tight. I crumple underneath his arms. Sweat dribbles down my forehead. I feel as if I was going to be sick. I feel clammy, my vision blurring. The pain echoes around my head and I can't focus. My head feels like it was being crushed. Flashes of blue and yellow cross my vision, my stomach vibrating with pain.

I hear Killian call to me, "Emma? What's wrong? Please tell me?"

When he realizes I am in too much pain to answer, he picks me up and holds me close.

"Hold on love. Please hold one. We are getting you to the hospital right now. Please. Be strong Emma. Please. I can't lose you."

I am barely conscious as he whispers these things to me, everything throbbing and pounding inside of me. My stomach. My head. Everything.

What about my baby? I think, suddenly more frightened than ever.

"Bay... bay," I try to stutter to Killian, but I am too weak and in too much pain to say or do anything.

"Emma?" he asks, not hearing my plea.

I know he is probably thinking the same thing. Are we both going to be alright? The baby and me?

"Everything is going to be okay, Em. I am getting you to the hospital right now. You are going to be okay. Just hold on for me, Okay? Please hold on."

I can't even nod, my body hurt so bad. Killian sounds more frightened and desperate than minutes ago. I don't know if I am going to be okay, but all that matters is my baby. Was my baby going to be okay? My child? I can't lose them, but in this moment I feared I might.