Two For Tragedy
Title: Two For Tragedy
Chapter: 8 (ENDING)
Characters: Richard/Kahlan, Zedd, Others (originals)
Rating: NC17/R
Timeline: After season 1
Summary: After the death of Darken Rahl, Kahlan returns to Aydindril to continue the line of Confessors. After two unexpected nights, she and Richard find themselves in an unpredictable situation, one that changes their lives.
Paring: Kahlan/Richard
Story Type: Drama/Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1,002
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Though, I do wish that I did, because they are so much fun to play with and bend to my will. *Evil Laughter* Someone please hurry up and give us another season please! SAVE OUR SEEKER!
Author's Note: I know that this chapter is a bit short, but I decided, just now, that I didn't like most of it, so yeah.
HUGE thanks to Christina for editing this for me! *hugs*
Comments are awesome folks!
"Richard," Kahlan moaned, grabbing his arm tightly. "Get Shanan." He jumped up from the bed, his body shaking at her words. "They're coming... Now!" She cried out the last word, tightening her hold on him as he moved to cover her body with a blanket. He didn't want her exposed while he left; he knew someone would hear her cries and come in to aid her. He nodded as he crawled off of the bed, pulling on his pants as he rushed to the door.
He wasn't gone more than three minutes before he and Shanan came back through the door. She was holding the blankets tightly in her hands, her eyes squeezed shut as she mumbled words to ease her pain. She didn't have to look to see who grabbed her hand; she would know his touch anywhere. Her body would jerk upward every few minutes with the pain, bringing out a louder cry each time. After several minutes, she opened her eyes and met his, making sure that he heard what she had to say.
"Protect them." Something in the way she spoke the words made his blood run cold, causing his body to stiffen as he tried to find his breath. "Please."
"With my life." It was all he could say. The truth.
Her eyes fell closed once more as all the sounds began to run together. He could hear Shanan giving her instructions as she screamed; the only thing keeping him focused was the feel of her hand holding his. The pounding of his heart became louder as he tried to understand what she had said. She shouldn't have had to tell him to protect their children. They would do it together, forever. But she had said it and suddenly it became clear. She didn't think she was going to survive.
Tightening his hold on her hand, Richard gave it a hard pull, bring her attention to him. "Don't you dare," he said as he leaned close to her, bringing his face to hers. "Kahlan, listen to me! You are not going to leave me, do you hear me? You're not going to leave us!" He watched fresh tears collect in her eyes as she stared at him, "You can't..."
"I see the head!" Shanan said loudly, making Richard tear his eyes away from his Confessor's. "Keep pushing, it's almost here."
Excitement filled him as he watched the servants move around the bed, bringing blankets, towels and water. He was minutes away from becoming a father, they were about to be parents. He would not be able to raise their children alone; he didn't know anything about Confessors. Kahlan needed to survive. Looking back to her face, he gripped her hand tighter and leaned in close once again.
"You're almost there, stay with me."
The baby's cry echoed through the room, bringing a smile to Richard's face as he looked to see their child. "It's your son," Shanan said as she lifted him in her arms and showed the couple. Kahlan gave a weak smile as she watched Richard take their son into his arm and wrap him in a warm blanket. She kept her eyes on them, trying to ignore the pain of their second child trying to enter their world.
"He's beautiful," he whispered as he brought him closer to her.
She hadn't held their son longer than a minute when she let out another cry of pain and handed him back to his father. Kahlan's face was pale, her eyes red as she began to deliver their daughter. Her breathing came only in gasps between her cries, making her have to suck in air quickly to remain awake. Her body was drained; she no longer had the strength to clutch the blankets as she cried. Richard rocked their son in his arm as he tightly clung to her hand, hoping desperately that she wouldn't give up.
Before he knew it, Shanan was wrapping their daughter in another blanket as Kahlan struggled to keep her eyes open. "Let me..." Her words trailed off as he turned toward her, both children snuggled in his arms.
"She looks like you." Moving closer to her, he shifted his body, hoping that she would reach out for her, but she didn't move. "She's beautiful, Kahlan." Nodding, she closed her eyes and laid her head back against the pillow. "Don't you leave us- Kahlan! Don't leave us!" Crawling into the bed, Richard laid their daughter in her right arm as he pushed himself against her right side, their son laying between them. "Do something!" He shouted to Shanan, who attempted to clean the sheets.
"There is nothing that I can do. Her body must find the strength to recover on its own."
"She could be fine?"
The woman continued to remove the bloody sheets, ignoring his eyes on her. "Yes, your Confessor may survive. She needs to rest."
Richard watched as she walked from the room, carrying the sheets as three servants entered and laid warm blankets onto the bed, none of them looking at the couple or their children. Returning his eyes back to Kahlan, he pulled up one of the blankets in the hopes that the warmth would somehow keep her with him and give her the time she needed to heal. A small smile came to his face as he looked at their son, sleeping between them. "They know you're holding them," he whispered to her, laying his arm over her stomach. "They know they are safe with you. They're so beautiful, Kahlan."
Her head turned toward him as her lips turned up into a smile. "They are."
Cupping her cheek in one of his hands, he gave a sigh of relief. "You scared me."
"...Tired."
"I know, it's okay. Close your eyes, we'll be here when you wake up."
She looked at him for a few moments, her smile growing wider. "We have a family."
"It's a start," he whispered as her eyes closed. "It's a beautiful start."
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Chapter: 8 (ENDING)
Characters: Richard/Kahlan, Zedd, Others (originals)
Rating: NC17/R
Timeline: After season 1
Summary: After the death of Darken Rahl, Kahlan returns to Aydindril to continue the line of Confessors. After two unexpected nights, she and Richard find themselves in an unpredictable situation, one that changes their lives.
Paring: Kahlan/Richard
Story Type: Drama/Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1,002
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Though, I do wish that I did, because they are so much fun to play with and bend to my will. *Evil Laughter* Someone please hurry up and give us another season please! SAVE OUR SEEKER!
Author's Note: I know that this chapter is a bit short, but I decided, just now, that I didn't like most of it, so yeah.
HUGE thanks to Christina for editing this for me! *hugs*
Comments are awesome folks!
"Richard," Kahlan moaned, grabbing his arm tightly. "Get Shanan." He jumped up from the bed, his body shaking at her words. "They're coming... Now!" She cried out the last word, tightening her hold on him as he moved to cover her body with a blanket. He didn't want her exposed while he left; he knew someone would hear her cries and come in to aid her. He nodded as he crawled off of the bed, pulling on his pants as he rushed to the door.
He wasn't gone more than three minutes before he and Shanan came back through the door. She was holding the blankets tightly in her hands, her eyes squeezed shut as she mumbled words to ease her pain. She didn't have to look to see who grabbed her hand; she would know his touch anywhere. Her body would jerk upward every few minutes with the pain, bringing out a louder cry each time. After several minutes, she opened her eyes and met his, making sure that he heard what she had to say.
"Protect them." Something in the way she spoke the words made his blood run cold, causing his body to stiffen as he tried to find his breath. "Please."
"With my life." It was all he could say. The truth.
Her eyes fell closed once more as all the sounds began to run together. He could hear Shanan giving her instructions as she screamed; the only thing keeping him focused was the feel of her hand holding his. The pounding of his heart became louder as he tried to understand what she had said. She shouldn't have had to tell him to protect their children. They would do it together, forever. But she had said it and suddenly it became clear. She didn't think she was going to survive.
Tightening his hold on her hand, Richard gave it a hard pull, bring her attention to him. "Don't you dare," he said as he leaned close to her, bringing his face to hers. "Kahlan, listen to me! You are not going to leave me, do you hear me? You're not going to leave us!" He watched fresh tears collect in her eyes as she stared at him, "You can't..."
"I see the head!" Shanan said loudly, making Richard tear his eyes away from his Confessor's. "Keep pushing, it's almost here."
Excitement filled him as he watched the servants move around the bed, bringing blankets, towels and water. He was minutes away from becoming a father, they were about to be parents. He would not be able to raise their children alone; he didn't know anything about Confessors. Kahlan needed to survive. Looking back to her face, he gripped her hand tighter and leaned in close once again.
"You're almost there, stay with me."
The baby's cry echoed through the room, bringing a smile to Richard's face as he looked to see their child. "It's your son," Shanan said as she lifted him in her arms and showed the couple. Kahlan gave a weak smile as she watched Richard take their son into his arm and wrap him in a warm blanket. She kept her eyes on them, trying to ignore the pain of their second child trying to enter their world.
"He's beautiful," he whispered as he brought him closer to her.
She hadn't held their son longer than a minute when she let out another cry of pain and handed him back to his father. Kahlan's face was pale, her eyes red as she began to deliver their daughter. Her breathing came only in gasps between her cries, making her have to suck in air quickly to remain awake. Her body was drained; she no longer had the strength to clutch the blankets as she cried. Richard rocked their son in his arm as he tightly clung to her hand, hoping desperately that she wouldn't give up.
Before he knew it, Shanan was wrapping their daughter in another blanket as Kahlan struggled to keep her eyes open. "Let me..." Her words trailed off as he turned toward her, both children snuggled in his arms.
"She looks like you." Moving closer to her, he shifted his body, hoping that she would reach out for her, but she didn't move. "She's beautiful, Kahlan." Nodding, she closed her eyes and laid her head back against the pillow. "Don't you leave us- Kahlan! Don't leave us!" Crawling into the bed, Richard laid their daughter in her right arm as he pushed himself against her right side, their son laying between them. "Do something!" He shouted to Shanan, who attempted to clean the sheets.
"There is nothing that I can do. Her body must find the strength to recover on its own."
"She could be fine?"
The woman continued to remove the bloody sheets, ignoring his eyes on her. "Yes, your Confessor may survive. She needs to rest."
Richard watched as she walked from the room, carrying the sheets as three servants entered and laid warm blankets onto the bed, none of them looking at the couple or their children. Returning his eyes back to Kahlan, he pulled up one of the blankets in the hopes that the warmth would somehow keep her with him and give her the time she needed to heal. A small smile came to his face as he looked at their son, sleeping between them. "They know you're holding them," he whispered to her, laying his arm over her stomach. "They know they are safe with you. They're so beautiful, Kahlan."
Her head turned toward him as her lips turned up into a smile. "They are."
Cupping her cheek in one of his hands, he gave a sigh of relief. "You scared me."
"...Tired."
"I know, it's okay. Close your eyes, we'll be here when you wake up."
She looked at him for a few moments, her smile growing wider. "We have a family."
"It's a start," he whispered as her eyes closed. "It's a beautiful start."
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