"Oh my God," Emma gasped as she stood in the doorway of the room, one arm wrapped around her waist and her other arm extending her hand which rested on top of her mouth. Tears were forming in her eyes as she looked at the empty bed, unable to stare at anything else but the place where her daughter should be.

Erik was rushing around the room, his hands pushing things off from their correct place as he dropped to his knees, peering under the bed and his breathing deep and concentrated.

"She's gone...Erik...Lizzie..." Emma sobbed and Erik gave up his search of the bedroom as he slammed the door shut to her wardrobe and he took hold of Emma, his hands grasping her hips as he brought her body closer to his and he moved his hand to her chin, making her look at him.

"I'll get her back, Emma. She will be fine," Erik promised her and she pushed him from her, her hands frantically running through her hair as she shook her head, pacing up and down the bedroom as Erik looked at her, his eyes showing pain and hurt.

"You're the reason she's been taken!" Emma roared at her husband, unable to keep her emotions contained. "You're the...if you told me sooner...I'd never have let her out of my sight...but you..."

"Emma!" Erik yelled at her and she stood still, glaring back at her and she took in the way he was looking at her. His teeth were bared as his lips parted, his eyes glaring into hers and his face pale. He looked fragile. Broken. It was like a part of him had been taken and he was hurting badly.

"Erik," Emma whispered back, worried that the metal bender was about to break down. The strong, tough and often emotionless Erik Lensherr was on the verge of tears. But he knew crying wouldn't help. Pity was not an emotion which men like Haywood showed and Erik wasn't about to show them that he required it. No. Erik would get his daughter back. He had always gotten what he wanted. Shaw. Williams. They both had threatened him and he had gotten to them. And Haywood would be no exception.

...

"Erik, we need to go," Emma urged her husband as he moved into the closet of their bedroom, his eyes scanning around until he settled on the helmet. The helmet which had been made for him but which he tended not to wear. But he didn't know if Haywood had a telepath with him and he didn't want to take a risk. He didn't even know where to go.

"Where do you think he will be?" Erik asked her, his voice low as he pulled his brown, leather, jacket onto his arms and zipped it up at the bottom. "Do you think Oxford is the safest place to assume?"

"I don't know," Emma admitted, pulling her skirt down as she slipped into her flat shoes and pulled her hair into a bobble. "Wouldn't it be the obvious place? I mean...I work there and he knows..."

"So we can both agree that it is him who has Lizzie?" Erik checked with his wife and she nodded before Erik opened his sock drawer and moved them to the side.

"I think it is obvious," Emma admitted, biting her lip as she did so and wiping the moisture from her eyes quickly.

"Here," Erik said, shoving a silver object into his wife's hands. She took it, unbeknown to her what she was handling. She looked down at it whilst Erik grabbed his helmet and tucked it underneath his arm.

"You have a gun?" Emma snapped, still holding the object in her hands with caution as Erik nodded at her. "There's a gun in our bedroom! How long has it been here?"

"It is just a gun, Emma," Erik mumbled. "Precautionary measure."

"And why have you given me it?" Emma wondered as the pair of them stalked out the bedroom, quickly rushing down the landing and to the stairs as she grabbed her handbag and flung it onto her shoulder.

"Because I can bend metal. You can't," Erik muttered back to his wife who suddenly gasped once.

"What if he...what if he knows...Erik...and he..." Emma worried and Erik's whole body turned rigid as he took in what she was implying.

"No," Erik hissed once, grabbing the car keys from the bowl on the table in the hallway. "It is going to be nothing like what happened between me and Shaw."

"But he wanted to-"

"-No!" Erik yelled back at his wife quickly, his hair falling out of place and his hand slicing through the air as he glared at Emma who looked taken back. "It won't be the same. Do not speak like that. Understand me, Emma?"

She nodded back at him, unable to do anything but that as her eyes were widened and he Erik nodded, taking in a deep breath.

"You need to call Charles and tell him about this," Erik instructed Emma. "He said he would help."

"So you want to get my brother involved?" she checked, her voice snider than she had intended as Erik arched a brow in her direction.

"Charles is the only one who we can trust and if we want Lizzie back then we may need help," Erik said to her quickly before he turned on his heel. "You call him. I need a moment to think."

Emma watched her husband retreat and he slammed the door harshly before she sighed once and took hold of the phone in the hall, shakily calling for her brother to come and save them.

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Elizabeth didn't know where she was. All that she knew was that it was cold and dark and she could hear voices coming from above her. She had moved around the room, feeling for anything that could help her. But there was nothing. The room was empty and there were just four walls. She sighed, settling herself back onto the lumpy and bumpy mattress on the floor, wondering where her mother and father were.

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