A/N: Forgive me for not posting this last night. I was overwhelmed with school work, (still am) and was too exhausted to finish up the last chapter & post it. But, here it is and I hope you enjoy! :) For all of you John Wick fans, you should already know that I'm planning on writing out part 2 by the way I ended things.
Chapter 10: The End...?
Ice clanking against a glass filled with rum sounded as Killian took a much needed sip. His helicopter fueled and ready for his departure.
The tires from Emma's Dodge challenger screeched against the pavement so hard, a giant cloud of white smoke followed her every trail. She glared at what she knew was Killian's SUV, speeding up faster until she was soon right behind them.
"Who is that behind us?"
Heads turned towards the rear window of the vehicle. Their hearts already accelerating inside their chests, nerves setting in at the sight of the blonde.
"Oh, fuck!" Smee's nerves began to set in.
While Killian, he let out a light laugh. He already expected this. He knew Emma would come.
"Alright, great." Smee turned towards the one driving, "Can we go a little faster, please?"
As Emma caught up to one of the SUV's, she turned her steering wheel hard to the left, impacting the back side of the other car. And again, harder this time, she saw as the car impacted against steel poles and chains, breaking right through them and falling over, landing a few feet upside down.
"Shit! God damn, I knew she'd come." Smee shouted, growing more and more nervous by the minute. It wasn't helping him that Killian was just finding all of this humorous. As he continued to laugh in the back seat.
Emma sped up her car, making a hard right, slamming the side of her Charger against Killian's vehicle. Causing everyone to grunt inside it due to the impact.
"What's fucking wrong with this girl?" Smee continued, even through Killian's laughter, "Somebody give me a gun. Who's got a gun?"
Truth was, Killian was just as nervous. He knew Emma was there to kill him for what he did to Ingrid. He knew, he was as good as dead.
Everyone grunted due to another impact by the blonde's car.
"That was a good one." Killian laughed, looking behind him to see if he could spot Emma nearby.
"Who's got a gun?" Smee asked again.
As they drove into a more open space, Emma slammed against the car for the last time, the front of her car causing Killian's vehicle to slide from behind. She drove past them even after their vehicle slammed hard against a construction machine.
Tires screeched as the blonde slammed on her brakes.
"Go kill her!" Killian shouted.
Doors flew open from his beat up car, while Emma moved hers in reverse.
She duck while shots were fired her way, glass from her now broken rear window flying out towards her. She quickly turned her head over her shoulder, moving her car in reverse until she ran over one of Killina's men. She raised her handgun up towards the roof, hearing his body rolling over it. Firing seven shots along the sound of his body thudding across the roof, until she saw it fly out, lying dead on the pavement.
Emma kept on driving in reverse, feeling her car get impacted by more bullets aiming towards her. Quickly making a sharp left turn, while slamming on her brakes. Tires screeched against the ground as the front side of her car impacted on another of Killian's men. Hard thuds from his body rolling over the hood of the car were heard, all while Emma aimed her weapon out of the driver's side window, firing three shots at him. Two in the chest, one in the head.
"Killian, the helicopter is right over there. We have to get over there." Said Smee, while both him and Killian remained inside the vehicle.
A few shots were fired coming from another of Killian's men, standing just outside the crashed vehicle.
Emma looked over her shoulder at the guard neared their vehicle, her engine revving. Tires screeched, smoke coming out of them and all as the blonde backed up her car in fast speed.
Smee grunted with the impact of her car hitting theirs. It was so hard, it slammed the guard right towards the car as the back door closed shut.
"My God, I need a gun." Said Smee, shots echoing in the distance.
The engine to Emma's car roared as she drove towards the last guard, hiding behind a small cement wall. Even as shots were being fired in her direction, she drove straight towards him, her tires screeching as she turned left, making her car swing around the man, firing four shots right into him.
Smee looked over his shoulder at the weapon that Killian was now offering him. He reached for it only to see the weapon be pulled back, listening to the man's voice as he muttered something in Russian at him.
"English, please." Said Smee, finally snatching the weapon out of his hand.
"Good luck." Killian smirked
"Russian cocksucker." Muttered Smee, crossing over to the driver's side of the car, screaming in pain as his body collapsed onto the glass covered ground. "Fuck!"
Emma's car roared as she drove around once again, slamming down on her brakes as she came to a stop. A single shot was fired, making her jerk back as it impacted the very edge of the door. An inch away from impacting her. She glared at Smee who was chuckling, rather impressed with his horrible aim.
As she raised her weapon, firing two direct shots at him, one bullet impacted him near his hip. Emma placed her car in Drive, driving towards him at a fast speed. She slammed on the brakes yet again, making a sharp left turn as her car slid across the pavement, impacting a screaming Smee with the passenger door.
Glass shattered around her once again, her eyes watching as the man's body slammed right into her window. Dropping to the floor in a low grunt.
Emma's head suddenly turned at the sight of another incoming vehicle, headlights making her green eyes stand out as she was impacted by Killian himself as he crashed right into her.
She reached for her weapon, that had fallen to the floor, firing six shots against the windshield of Killian's beat up SUV. All missed.
Killian's eyes darkened as he was determined to throw her car over the edge of the building. Emma's head turned towards the edge as it grew closer and closer, quickly moving to the back seat of her car, jumping out of her broken rear window with a hard felt grunt as her body landed right to the rain covered ground.
Her car falling over the edge, landing hard on its side as it stood up right.
Emma grunted as she stood to her feet, her weapon aiming just inside Killian's car through the passenger window, finding it empty. Her eyes looking straight forward, seeing Killian's own glaring her way just across a bridge to get to the whirring helicopter. Hard rain pouring over both their bodies.
"No more guns, Emma." Said Killian, standing in place as the blonde walked calmly up to him. "No more bullets."
"No more bullets." Emma repeated, tossing her weapon aside, walking a few steps around him just as he did. Both standing before one another again.
"Just you and me, Emma." Killian glared into her eyes.
Emma nodded, her eyes piercing through his, "You and me."
Killian shouted, trying his best to throw her off her guard, but all he could manage for her to do was flinch.
Emma's body quickly dodged four of his punches, blocking his fifth one with her hand, attempting to throw one herself that was quickly blocked by him. Followed by another. She blocked another of his incoming punches with her forearm, this time too quick for him to block, striking him on the chest with a knife hand strike, followed by a punch right to his throat with her left fist.
As Killian grunted, Emma groaned in anger, her hands tightening in balls of fists around his clothes.
Killian's elbow struck one of the blonde's forearms, only to be impacted by another one of her punches right across the face.
Thunder continuously clapping above them, while rain continued to fall.
Killian grunted, attempting to swing another punch at her, which the blonde quickly dodged. He grunted again, at another delivered swing from Emma, followed by another that sent his body slamming back, hard against a piece of a small, broken cement wall.
Their eyes piercing through one another, while Emma used all her strength to hold his body in place. Her forearm right at his throat.
"What happened, Emma?" Killian asked, "We were professionals. Civilized." He grunted out.
"Do I look civilized to you?" Emma spat out, her eyes dark.
Killian grunted as another hard punch was delivered right to his face. He quickly felt as his body was lifted up by the blonde, being flipped over her shoulder and onto the ground. Hard. Next he felt the strike of her own body being slammed down onto his, right on his chest.
Emma stood in her fighting stance, ready for anything. Watching him as he slowly stood up from the floor, his hand held out before her to stop her from trying anything.
The next thing her eyes caught sight of was the blade of his knife being brought out.
He was never one to play fair, much less knew when to lose.
Emma moved her body to the side, hard right as she saw him coming with the knife, ready to take a swing. She caught both of his arms in the air bringing him back down. Stepping back.
As he attempted to stab her again, Emma's hands quickly caught his by the wrist. She grunted as two punches by Killian were given right on her shoulder. But it wasn't enough to make her let go of her hold.
Emma's eyes looked down at the piercing blade, then back up into Killian's own determined eyes.
To win, sometimes you had to lose a little.
She pulled him in with all her might, aiming the blade of the knife right into her previous wound of her oblique muscle, crying out in a painful grunt as it made its way into her.
Killian cried out in pain this time, as he felt his arm snap with a loud pop by the blonde.
Emma grunted as a hard slap was delivered across her face. Bending her body over, her hands on the knife, she pulled it out in one quick motion. As she turned, she blocked an incoming punch from Killian, holding him in place as she jammed the knife right into his jugular.
Killian cried out in pain, managing to deliver one last punch across her face as both their bodies fell to the wet ground.
Their eyes locked in place against one another. Both feeling utterly exhausted.
Emma's hands covered her open wound, feeling the warmth of blood cover them even through the rain. Her back now resting against a giant pole. Looking over at Killian whose body was resting right across from hers. His chest moving up and down with every tired breath.
"Be seeing you, Emma." He muttered, his lip quivering with the cold rain, feeling as his life was leaving his body.
"Yeah. Be seeing you." Replied Emma, wet strands of blonde hair covering the sides of her face.
She stood up to her feet, pushing herself up with a free hand, while the other ramined cupped against her wound. She walked all the way back towards the only functioning vehicle, finally driving herself to the only place she wanted to be.
The Presbyterian Hospital.
"Alright, let's turn this off and go downstairs to cut your cake, kid!" Emma's voice sounded through the video that played out on her phone in front of the hospital's entrance. She could see Regina's smiling reflection as they were left alone in their son's room.
"What are you doing, Emma?" Asked Regina, looking up into the camera of her wife's phone.
"Looking at you." Emma replied.
"Come here."
She could see them sharing a few kisses, smiles on both their lips. Regina's hand cupping the side of her face.
"I love you."
The brunette's voice played out, until the screen to Emma's cell phone shut off. She stood up off the floor with a tired grunt, her hand on her open wound once again. Her clothes still wet, Emma walked her way up towards the entrance of the hospital, past prying eyes and turned heads. Neglecting the offered help from other nurses and doctors that were on the first floor.
Her bloody hand came up, pushing the up button on the keypad of the elevator, leaving a smear of blood in the process.
Quiet conversations were heard in the background as she continued her pathway, entering the elevator and pressing on the button that would take her up to the ICU unit of the hospital.
Once she reached the ICU floor, conversations were put on hold, as if time had frozen when everyone on that floor saw her walk out of that elevator. A lot of them, not even knowing how she was still standing in her condition.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Can we help you?" Asked a woman from behind the reception desk. "Ma'am?"
Emma walked right past it, completely ignoring the offered help again. All she cared about was seeing her wife again.
Dr. Kathryn Midas eyes grew wide at the sight of the blonde, "Ms. Swan? What in God's name happened to you?" She asked the other blonde, going completely ignored.
People gasped as Emma grunted, bending over against a tray of already laid out supplies.
Kathryn neared her, her hands hovering above the woman's back, too afraid to touch her, "Ms. Swan, you need help. I can help you-" Her eyes grew wide as Emma reached for a staple gun that was conveniently already on the cart. "What on earth are you doing?"
People clamored as Emma brought the staple gun close to her stomach, holding her shirt slight upward. Kathryn's eyes couldn't possibly grow any wider as the next thing she witnessed was how the blonde stapled the wound on her stomach up herself. A grunt escaping with each staple that pierced through her skin and muscle.
Every person on that floor looked at her with a horrified look.
Emma sighed, her eyes looking up into Kathryn's as she stood upright, "My wife." Was all she had to mutter for the other woman to know what she wanted.
Dr. Midas nodded, motioning towards the hallway where Regina's room was, "She's been moved. She's fine." She could see a bit of light return to the blonde's green eyes, "She's been asking for you."
"Where?" Emma's eyes turned red with unshed tears.
Kathryn motioned towards the hallway again, "This way."
Emma walked behind the doctor, who led her into the elevator again and down to another floor. Glad she didn't get smothered with questions by her. She would have enough questions to answer for Regina when she saw her.
As the elevator doors parted, Emma followed the doctor until they stood in front of the door that would take her into her wife's room.
"Ms. Swan." Kathryn's hand came up, stopping the blonde from walking any further, "Before you see her, you should know… I had to give her the news about your son's passing. She was asking for him too."
Emma nodded, stepping inside the room. Her green eyes turned red again, this time the tears making their way down as she stared back into Regina's eyes as they looked back at her. There was still some very visible bruising but she certainly looked better than she did before.
Regina sat up in bed quickly, grunting a bit as she was still sore and pretty beat up, at the sight of her wife's battered state. Her eyes wide in surprise, "What- Emma?"
The sound of her own name coming out of the brunette's lips was heaven to her.
"What the hell happened? Why are you-? You're hurt!" Regina asked, her eyes focused on the blonde as she sat beside the bed. Their hands joining together. Brown eyes looking down at her wife's bloody knuckles, plus cuts on her face, and the state of her bloody shirt and hair.
Emma bent over, placing a gentle kiss on her wife's warm hand, tears making their way down again.
Regina's hand carefully rested on the wet leather of her red jacket, "Emma, talk to me. What happened? Wha- what did you do?"
After giving the brunette's knuckles a few more kisses, the blonde finally sat up, her eyes meeting brown ones. "I kept my promise." Emma muttered, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. Her thin lips kissed her knuckles once again a few times before speaking again, "I took care of everything. I went out there and I made them pay. I made them pay for what they did to you- to Henry."
Tears made their way down from Regina's own eyes, she could hear her wife's breaking, but also the seriousness of what she had done. "Henry." She whispered, remembering the night of the incident.
"I'm so sorry, Regina." Emma's voice broke even more, her eyes stinging with tears, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more that night." She paused, "Our son died because I-"
"No." Olive fingers gently cupped the blonde's lips, "This wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known."
"I should have known." Emma shook her head, "I should have known better."
Regina sat up more, slowly, her hand cupping the side of her wife's face, "What did you do, Emma?" She whispered. Bringing her forehead close to hers.
Emma's eyes closed at the sound of her sweet voice. She parted, her eyes opening as they looked right into her brown ones again, "What needed to be done." She paused, "There's a lot we have to talk about, Regina. And this time, I'm going to let you in on everything. I already lost Henry, there's no way I'm losing you. I can't."
Regina's thumbs softly wiped away at her wife's tears. Her arms circling around her neck as she carefully pulled her in for a hug, not wanting to hear what Emma had to do. The evidence was clear enough.
"You're not going to lose me." The brunette whispered, tears making their way down her cheeks as her eyes closed. "You'll never lose me." She parted from their hug, but remained close to the woman she loved most in the world. "Let's go home."
After days of not doing so, Emma smiled, placing a few kisses to the palm of her hand as it cupped her face again.
The blonde nodded, "After I take care of one last thing first."
A Week Later…
Emma had let in Regina on everything about her past. She was there, day in and day out in the hospital until she was finally discharged. And once she was well enough, they decided on a place to bury their son. Which wasn't something pleasant to do, but Emma was glad she didn't have to do it alone without Regina by her side.
She was grateful to still have her in her life, despite having to tell her some details as to what her days away from her were like.
Of course, Regina couldn't believe what she had heard her wife confess. And, Emma made her a promise. She promised her that it was all over. Never again would she return to a life that wasn't without her in it.
She went in to avenge their son, to avenge her.
That was all.
Nothing could make her go back now.
The house was as spotless as it was once they both walked inside its doors again. As if nothing had happened.
A cute belgian malinois puppy stared back at them as it sat in the middle of their living room as they entered.
Regina's eyes lit up at the sight of the canine, glancing over at her wife who stood beside her. At the sight of Emma's nod and tiny smile tugging at her lips, Regina bent down as the puppy happily rushed to her. She wasn't trying to make up for Henry's death, she was just trying to bring her a sense of happiness again. Still feeling responsible for what happened.
Sadness still lingered within the house, but both women were trying their best to adjust to what their life would be like now. Without their son that is.
Emma stopped by the hallway, seeing the door to her son's room partially opened. Her eyes drinking in the sight of her wife with their new dog sitting on top of Henry's bed. Regina's head snapped up at the creak of the door as Emma pushed it open.
"I thought you'd be in bed." Said Emma, walking further into the room.
"I couldn't sleep." Regina looked back into her wife's eyes, her own filled with tears. She followed her movements as she kneeled before her now. "Will you answer me another question?"
Emma nodded.
"Did they suffer?"
Regina's questions threw Emma off guard. She was always so innocent, with no mean bone in her body. She never wanted to know the answer to that question before, nor did Emma feel the need to tell her about it.
Emma's lips parted open, seeing a piece of Regina die within in her eyes as she looked down at her. "They did." She replied in a whisper, "I made sure of it."
Emma was thankful that the love in the woman's eyes hadn't disappeared, even after knowing about her past life. She could still see every inch of it.
"I want to leave. I want us to start over somewhere different, just you and me."
The blonde nodded. As much as she loved this house, her happiness was wherever her wife wanted to be.
Further into the night, Emma stood before their bed, watching her wife sleep soundly. A sight she never thought she would get to see again. She slightly smiled at the sight of their new pup, staring up at her as it laid by the edge of the bed. She beckoned with her hand, calling him over, walking right behind her as they made their way out of the bedroom.
Emma filled up its water bowl, watching as the puppy quickly drank it. Soon, it followed her downstairs into the basement of the house. Emma grabbed onto a black plastic bag that was by the desk, her eyes moving towards the hole she had made within the ground. She turned to glance over at the dog as it looked up at her sweetly, tilting its head in wonder.
The bag rattled along with her weapons which were inside it as she tossed them into the ground.
It took her some time, but after a few hours, she had placed a new bag of cement on the floor, flattening out, burying back her past. With Regina's idea in mind of getting a new place to live, she didn't want any of it following her to it.
She sat before the freshly sealed floor, patting the dog's fur as it walked near her. "Good dog." She muttered.
Her head looked up at the sound of her doorbell being rung. Petting the dog once more, she stood to her feet, making her way up the stairs and up towards the front door where she could see the shadow figure of a man standing on the other side of it.
"Sit." She ordered the dog, which he immediately understood.
Emma turned back towards the door, turning the knob, pulling it open as she peeked out to the back of a man with brown hair and expensive suit. Her lips parted as he turned to face her.
"Ciao, Emma." The man greeted her with a nod, his arms placed in front of him.