I found a really good dialogue prompt that inspired this. And yes, it is kind of based off of the newest chapter, so... I guess slight spoiler warning for chapter 164? Think of this as, something happening after they break into Gracefield to save everyone. The way how I imagine it is either everyone was separated, to either cover more ground or unwillingly. Or Ray and Emma somehow got separated from the group, then each other? I'm not sure lol, I mostly wrote this out of impulse and because I just wanted to write something.

None of the less, I hope whoever reads this enjoys. 

Ray cringed as he felt his back hit against the wall. He tried to glare at the Ratri, but Ray was sure that his face was scrunched up in pain. He tried clawing at Peter's hands with whatever little nails he had, but to no avail.

Ray saw a sick grin appear on Peter's face, and, if Ray was being quite honest, he wanted nothing more than to beat the ever living shit out of this man.

But before Ray could even do anything, the hands that were wrapped around his neck tightened. He felt his air circulation cut off and an alarm went off in his head.

No, I don't want to die, I want to live!

Tears began to form in Ray's eyes, his vision blurring. He wasn't sure if it was from the lack of oxygen or from his will to desperately continue living. Ray felt the strong urge to close his eyes, but he refused to do so, no. Closing them would mean giving up, and like hell he was giving up after coming so far.

Ray didn't want to die, he wanted to live. He wanted to see his family again, he wanted to find and see Jemima and Chris once again, he wanted to rescue Phil, he wanted to live in the human world, he wanted to see the look in Emma's eyes when they take their first steps into their new life and realize that they did it.

He began losing strength in his arms, and against his will they slowly fell to his sides. He heard the distant sound of footsteps before they suddenly stopped.

The sound of a gunshot rang in Ray's ears. And the first thing he felt was the grip of the Ratri's hands loosen around his neck, he was able to breathe just a tiny bit more. And as the tears in his eyes suddenly stopped forming, his vision adjusted.

Peter was now looking down at the ground, Ray could tell his shoulders were tense. But it was what was standing behind his shoulders that caught Ray's attention. Or rather, who.

Standing just a few feet behind Peter, at the entrance of the room, was Emma. Her eyes were wide, she was breathing heavily, and even Ray could tell that her adrenaline was rushing. But what caught his eyes the most, was the gun she was holding, fresh smoke flowing out of its barrel.

Peter picked up his head and turned around to face the younger girl, his grin now wiped off of his face. Blood was dripping out of the wound in his shoulder from where Emma shot him. A fierce glare pointed in her direction that made Emma tense up. And just as quickly as his grip loosened it tightened once again, and Emma saw Ray's body immediately become tense as his breathing was almost cut off once again, his hands flying up trying to Peter's hands as he desperately tried to pry the adults hands away.

Peter's eyes never left Emma's, it was almost like he was challenging her, daring her to shoot him. It reminded her of when Andrew was holding Alicia hostage. A feeling similar to helplessness filled her. She couldn't shoot him, he was another human being, he was human.

He's a human that will kill another human, your best friend, if you don't do something!!!

The sight of Ray squeezing his eyes closed as his breathing is completely cut off suddenly, made Emma's mind go numb. A sudden surge of anger mixed with panic rose in her chest, and by impulse she pulled the trigger once again.

The sound of the gunshot rang in Emma's ears, and she couldn't look away when the bullet was shot into the Ratri's head.

Before Ray himself had registered it, he was able to breathe correctly again, and Peter's body lifelessly fell to the ground. Ray looked down at the adult, then looked over at his best friend.

Emma didn't flinch, she couldn't even think, her hands were shaking but she didn't pay any attention to them. She aimed her gun down towards the ground, and started making her way over to Ray. But she had barely taken six steps until her actions fully hit her.

She just killed someone. Not a lizard, or a bird, a mindless demon, or just plain a demon. A human being. She looked down at her still shaking hands, his blood was on her hands. He was just alive up until a few moments ago, until she killed him. Emma's looked down at the adult and her eyes widen as she took a sharp intake of breath, and began to back away from his body.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked like she was about to start crying. Her gun collided with the ground making a clank! sound.

"I'm so sorry!" Emma's voice cracked, and Ray could see the small tears begin to form in her eyes along with that look of fear and panic.

Without even thinking Ray pushed himself off of the wall and sprinted over to Emma. Gently cupping her face in his hands and making her look at him, he had to get her to look away from Peter's body, it would only make things worse.

"Hey, Emma, it's okay." Ray whispered to her in a tender tone, trying to comfort Emma. But her eyes began to wander back down. Ray didn't move her though, he only whispered again.

"Hey, look at me." She did. "It's okay." He repeated himself once again, and Emma could only stare at his eyes. Because there were so many moments in the past two years were all she had to do was look at his eyes and she would instantly feel a little less alone, hopeless, and lost.

Ray could see all the fear, panic, grief, every single doubt Emma had ever had, and Ray wanted nothing more than to just somehow share all of it, even just half of it, with her. Just so she wouldn't have to feel all those intense emotions alone.

They never once said it out loud but, they had a strange way of communicating without words. In one glance, they could have an entire conversation, debate, or create some weird, elaborate plan. It was something that only Ray and Emma could do.

I'm sorry, she said, I was so scared.

Ray nodded, as if she had said the words themselves out loud. "I know," He murmured. He rested his forehead against hers, "I was scared too."

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Emma's arms slowly snaked around his waist and grasp onto his shirt.

Emma let out a ragged breath, and it wasn't long until she began to sob quiet sob.