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Majestically Too Far Beyond, CSSNS 2020

Emma Swan is a Witch who has made (And apparently makes) bad decisions. Helping a desperate Witch out of a weird situation doesn't seem like a bad decision, even against her, runes, a tarot reading and her friend's Snow druid intuition - until it is and the consequences are very real.

Killian is a Demon with a long history of persecution against him, and his denizens are not much better off. His Angelic brother is on a mission to rehab Demonic image to prevent violence on the streets of Hyperion Heights, as some sort of Holy mission deeply rooted in millenia of guilt. Witches and Warlocks use them for parts, Werewolves see them as a threat, Angels mostly still hold on to the ancient feud regardless of their treatise, Fae stay chaotic neutral, Vampires don't care for others affairs - it's a perilous world where hate crimes happen without consequence. After a disastrous meeting, he attempts to drown his frustration with a trip to the bottom of a bottle, but ends up falling in bed with a mysterious Witch in her tower home. Soon he's missing a hand, has only the vaguest idea of what happened from the mess of blood he's woken up to, and a mirror shows that some strange, different, Witch is pregnant with his child.

RATED M for Mature Themes. Written for @cssns 2020 Beta’d by The best team ever ( @jarienn972 @ultraluckycatnd @donteattheappleshook) and Art by @kmomof4

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Chapter 4 - For with you, earth is heaven too

"Thank the bloody stars, Liam is it really you?"

"Killian," Liam breathed a large sigh of relief. "Yes, are you - what the bloody hell happened to you? Your hand!"

"But a flesh wound, more importantly can you free me from this wretched tower? This mad Witch trapped me here and I need to - " He caught sight of Emma, who froze, pressing herself against the wall. "It's you."

Emma swallowed hard, Killian pulling away from his brother to stare at her with those unearthly eyes. The feeling of being dropped from a great height overcame her, knees almost buckling at the sensation of floating that eased into a strange thrum in her bones. It was an immediate revelation, her lips parting as his clawed hands balled into fists.

It was him. His name was Killian. Her heartbeat was louder in her ears, and she could somehow feel his shock as if a ripple moved in a small pond.

"How did you -" Killian tried to ask, but Liam pushed him back, standing between Emma and Killian as Emma backed away further.

"Is this Witch involved in the plot on your life, little brother?" Liam growled. "If she is, say the word. I had her locked away, and I'm itching to do it again, if not just to prove to my ex that I was right. She refused to listen to me about my suspicions on her delinquent friend, and now she's being frigid. She broke off things, but - "

"You and Elsa were dating?" Emma yelled, snapping out of her trance. "For fucks sake, do you know how much you probably hurt her with your bullshit? How dare you call her frigid!"

"You won't guilt me for this, Witch. I know you had something to do with this."

"Brother," Killian said, his voice trembling. Emma was suddenly full of dread, wishing to simply go home, never to think about the two ever again. "She isn't the, er, the one who -"

"Say no more. I'll have her arrested, and this time you better not even imagine getting out of that cell you -"

"No," Killian interrupted, laying his hand on Liam's shoulder. His whisper became louder, hesitation falling away from his voice. "No. No, Emma didn't do anything."

"It seems very clear that she did do something," Liam grunted, pointing at her. Killian looked annoyed, trying to interject through Liam's blustering.

"She's pregnant, yes, but -"

"And this child - It's yours?" Liam interrupted, his irritation rising.

"Liam, could you bloody well shut up for one moment - Look, it's easier to just - let me show you. Mirror, mirror, on the wall, show me Gothel the day she removed my hand."

Emma was immediately greeted by an enthusiastic Killian and Gothel making out as they stumbled through the same walls that she was surrounded by. Her cheeks flamed as Liam sputtered, and to her surprise the Demon's ears pinked with embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry," he hissed out over the sound of their groaning. "Mirror, after this, please."

The mirror showed a naked Eloise from behind seated on Killian's waist as she rocked, loud moaning echoing, causing everyone in the tower to utter a different expletive.

"No, you bloody piece of glass, after. After all of that!" Killian gritted out with his face stained red, the mirror phasing into a dim view of Killian's sprawled form on the bed.

Eloise approached, magic rolling off of her in thick mauve smoke, a dagger raised in her hand. The cut was inhumanly fast, Killian waking groggily with surprise to look at his missing hand with confusion, the dark blood dripping from the stump making Emma feel dizzy with returning nausea.

Eloise held the hand in triumph, using a finger to draw a symbol on her belly as light began to emanate just below her navel. Killian was standing now, sheets clutched to him, looking at her with rage as he held his wrist and yelled, but the noise was growing around him as if a tornado bore down with its wind. He was quickly drowned out while wind began to swirl around Gothel, her hair whipping around her face.

Ripping a bedsheet that lay over a cauldron aside, she tossed in Killian's hand with a giggle. An explosion of blinding light burst forth, and she was gone, leaving a bewildered, bloodied Killian alone in the dark.

Liam cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, what does any of that mean in regards to -"

In the darkness, the mirror suddenly lit, shining a gentle glow over the room. Killian walked towards it dazed, squinting at what displayed on the glass.

Emma could hear her cries of pain, and knew at once what he was seeing. She stepped forwards, watching both brothers with clear wariness.

"Show them what you showed me," Killian commanded.

Emma appeared on the glass, her body contorted and stomach swelling, agony written on her face as David attempted to break down her door.

"I'm so sorry, lass. I don't know how, or why -" Killian began, before Liam interjected.

"Don't apologize to her. She's the one who did this to you; she made a deal with that woman, and now look." He gestured, and Emma looked down at her feet in shame. "This is just another reason to hate Witches, another proof of their disregard -"

"Enough!" Killian growled, his eyes flashing. "I know what she did."

"Why didn't you leave? You just watched me go through this, knowing -" Emma asked quietly, her voice breaking.

"I wanted to leave. Do you think I enjoy this luxury resort? I can't, she transferred some curse on to me."

"Don't entertain her, little brother. This is proof, and all I need. I hope you enjoy your second trip to prison, Ms. Swan," Liam smirked.

Killian blocked him from his approach as Emma scrambled backward.

"I'm not pressing charges on her. Drop it, Liam. Haven't you harassed her enough?" Killian whispered.

"Can we, um, have a moment alone?" Emma mumbled, her sideways glance catching how Liam bristled, his wing feathers puffed in agitation. "I need -"

"That's a grand idea, actually." Killian cocked his head slightly, glaring at Liam. "Give us a moment or two, I promise that I can handle myself without you here for a moment."

Liam crossed his arms, his glare meeting Killian's so forcefully Emma would swear there was an electrical current in the air. Finally, he nodded.

"I'll be literally perched outside, so don't get any ideas about escaping Ms. Swan." Emma nodded, looking away when Liam's gaze tore from Killian to land on her. "And don't forget: I know what your power is. Using it here just gives me more incentive to find you."

Emma's eyes widened in shock as her head snapped up, just in time to see Liam smirk as he flapped once, disappearing out the window.

Awkward silence fell between Killian and Emma, left alone as papers stirred in the gust.

"Are you really not going to press charges?" Emma asked, after a long moment. Killian surveyed her carefully, her nervous fidgeting as she bit her lip and refusal to meet his eyes easing his own nerves.

"I won't be, lass. Aye. You have my word on it." She looked up, relief flooding her face. When their eyes met, Emma felt a jolt of warmth travel up her spine, her body relaxing of its own accord.

"And I can trust your word?" she asked, suspiciously. Killian's eyebrow raised, his lips turning upward into a mockery of a smile. "I didn't mean -"

"Oh, no Swan." He took a breath, laughing darkly while his only hand carded through his hair. "I can guess your exact meaning."

Pointing a finger to his horns, Emma scoffed. She pointed a finger outside at where Liam was most likely lurking.

"I meant that your brother is trying to put me back in jail," She pointed her finger at him, jabbing it as his tail flicked in agitation, "Because you didn't have the decency to find a way to contact me," she hissed, stepping forward further.

He growled low, his eyes narrowing. "And how was I supposed to bloody well manage that when I have been literally trapped here, eh Swan? I wrote on your mirror, should I have let down my long hair or charmed some carrier pigeons?"

Liam poked his head back in, looking between them. "I told you she is a stubborn -"

"For fuck's sake!" Emma threw up her hands in the air.

"Shut up Liam, and bugger off!"

Liam sulkily returned outside with a disgruntled noise.

"So what," Emma asked, hands finding her hips. "You were just going to wait up here as I felt this bond thing, and hope for the best? Did you just not feel them, or is this some sort of Demon courtship I don't know about?"

"Of course I felt the bindings, I've been watching everything, every day. It's been torture." Killian's voice rose, and he was suddenly stalking toward her as Emma backed up, her hands immediately resting against her stomach defensively. Stopping in his tracks, Killian froze, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath and exhaled it. "This choice didn't belong to me, or to you. Eloise worked the system, broke laws with her magic to make this happen… If you had just studied the ritual more or realized how wrong it all was, we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be confined to a bloody tower unless I'm summoned or wearing a brand -"

"Listen, buddy, you watched me right?" Emma gritted through her teeth. A cloud of shadow began to form around Killian, her magic crackling in pinpricks of light around her fingers. "I didn't know a bundle of Demon baby was coming my way via express mail, so if you could not blame this all on me, that would be great."

"You expect me not to be angry at you? My child was not - I had different expectations of what their life would be like. I, unlike you, wanted a family and children -"

"I've always wanted a family, even if that didn't necessarily include kids, don't go after me for that."

"You had the choice!" he yelled, the dark around him deepening. "I have had none. I'm just an observer, caged while you -"

"Choice? I had the choice? Well, gee, good to know I chose this with full consent. I wanted to be hospitalized by your monster baby that tried to explode out of me the first chance it got. I chose to puke up everything I eat, because it's super fun. I still haven't entirely come to terms with the fact that they won't classify this as a rape, unless I press charges - not on Eloise - but on you. I can't think straight, and people think that I did this all on purpose, because yes, I wanted to go back to jail - "

"Alright, lass, alright," Killian put his hand out in supplication, Emma realizing that her own hands were shaking and breath was coming into her lungs in ragged rasps. She took a few breaths before collapsing onto a low stool, his face immediately falling to a look of regretful concern. She heard him mutter, her eyes closing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. When she opened them, Killian stood with an offered glass of water.

"Thank you." Emma mumbled quietly, taking it from him and swallowing it greedily. He nodded, opening his mouth to say something a few times, then thinking better of it. Finally, he scratched at just behind his ear, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry for all of that, it wasn't - it's not what I meant. We both wanted this to go differently. I didn't mean - I apologize." Taking another breath, he stepped closer, kneeling to be on the same eye level as Emma. She watched him warily, but to his surprise did not flinch away from his approach. "I can't imagine what you are going through. I haven't had a chance to really talk about everything or process that this is real, that someone would do this to me. To us."

"Thank you. It's not exactly been… I'm not… I've been really alone." Emma admitted. Now that they were closer to each other than before, a strange sense of calm seemed to flow over both of them as if a cooling rain had started. "This isn't exactly a common thing, so there's no one to talk to. I know it's my fault, and I know that I… Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm sorry, if it matters." She nodded, and he grimaced. "For my part in whatever this is, and whatever she did to us to bind us, I'm sorry. I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

"If you want… I could brand you. I'll free you, and replace her brand with my own."

"No. No, I think not." He laughed lightly, smiling wryly. Suddenly standing, he pulled away and began to pace the floor in quick strides, not looking at her any longer. Emma felt the loss of his stare acutely, shivering. "I'd rather boil my tongue in piss than be another Witch's play thing, and follow your commands like some puppet. You called my child a monster just a moment ago, which means that to you, that's what I am. Absolutely out of the bloody question." Killian tried to rein in his anger, but she kept looking at him as if she cared after making remarks like that. He had tried to calm her, tried to offer an olive branch, and this was her reaction?

Emma could feel the sting of the lobbed insult, wincing at his outright derision and dismissal. "You're right. You aren't a monster, and I - I'm sorry. The real monster here is Gothel, or anyone who would do all of this. I wouldn't - I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't do any of this to you. You may not like me and we both hate Eloise, but this child doesn't need to suffer for that. I… I want her to have a good life. No. Her best life, everything I couldn't - didn't have. I love her already despite everything, and I want her to be okay."

He calmed, stopping his rapid pacing. "No commands? No chopping off bits of me? And I get to see her… my child?" His blue eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her. "What's the catch, why would you do that for a Demon?"

"Because. I've spoken to your brother and Milah's ghost. They have nothing but trust in you, even if they admit that you have stumbled."

Killian felt his heart stutter. He had put her to rest so long ago, his anger completely doused in one fell swoop. "Milah? Is she -"

"Worried about you, but for the most part at peace. She's in the vast gardens of the afterlife." Emma watched the Demon physically relax, the panic she had felt from him ebbing away to a deep melancholic ache. To her surprise and utter bewilderment, the urge to hug him popped into her head, which she shook off with confusion.

"Why did you contact her? Liam said that you were trying to raise this child by yourself. Why bind yourself to a child and an unknown father for a deranged woman in the first place?" Killian asked, not bothering to veil his suspicion.

"I didn't… I should have realized that Eloise was hiding something." Emma nervously fidgeted again, and Killian watched as her eyes found a spot on the floor to stare sadly at. Her half smile was easy enough to read, as he was discovering were many of her tells.

He watched her fingers trace the swell that lay beneath her t-shirt in small circles, listening intently while curiosity bested his better instincts.

"I have a soft spot for people trapped in their situations because I've been there. She used that against me, made me believe that I was some savior. As for a baby, I thought that this would be years away and never like this. I knew that I would never have a family of my own besides my brother, and as an orphan I thought that any parents willing to give up their child like I was given up… I just decided that I would at least be able to give an unwanted child the family I didn't have. I figured that if the binding worked, great. If it didn't, fine."

"And the fact that it's part Demon?" he challenged, watching her face and body language with interest. "A monster as you called it? That didn't factor in at all? Did you decide to find me when you realized it wasn't some perfect mortal?"

"I should not have said that. I'm actually… she's definitely not a monster." She traced the curve of her belly absentmindedly, sighing softly. All of their anger melted away as a deep exhaustion settled in its place. "It doesn't bother me for that reason. It's been hard because of my body, I don't know if you saw what this is doing to me -"

"There are times where I felt your privacy was more important than my desperation," Killian stated, blushing slightly. Emma gave him a small smile, surprised to see the tips of his ears go pink.

"I… I do need help, but not because I'm scared of her or resent having a partially Demon child. I'm scared because of the changes in my body, how crazy I feel, and how alone I am in this. I want her to have the best life they can, and that means guidance from someone who understands better than I do." Something shifted between them, Killian hearing the endearing honesty in her tone. "And you, you've acted a lot more humanely than many of the mortals I've met even in the brief moments I have spent around you. It's obvious that you would love your child - this child, and I do - I mean, I care about her, and I want her to have two parents - "

Killian blinked, sure he had misheard, his breath catching in his throat. "Two parents? As in - "

"You and I, yes. I can't do this alone, and your brother is already trying to draw up paperwork for me to give her up for adoption. He put me in jail, and I don't think he really believes that I didn't… Look, if you want out, I understand, but I am keeping her - I think it's a her. I can't do adoption, especially when it's orchestrated by Liam."

They both glanced at the window, Liam still out of purview. "Ah. Yes. My brother is…"

"He's a fucking asshat. The king of the dickheads." Emma smiled, Killian letting out a bellow of genuine laughter.

"That sums it up. And then Demonic infancy... The pregnancy alone without support - I suppose this could work," Killian mused. He grinned, her smile widening. Warmth poured through the bond, and he watched her form ease into comfort, body loosening fractionally. "You have been more of a mum than Eloise by far, I guess that's fair. "

"I want nothing but the best for my child. This world is not going to be kind. It's going to try and shortchange every aspect of her existence. At least having two parents that love her -"

"You believe a Demon is capable of love, darling? How progressive." The edge of his tone was back, both of them snapping on their armor with well tuned practice.

Her eyes shot up to search his, in a challenge. "I don't believe. I know it's true, don't act like I'm an idiot."

"Just who are you, Swan?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Perhaps I would." Killian said quietly. After a moment, he took in a breath and licked his lips. "Very well. I'll wear your brand, Swan. I'll find a place to stay closer to your abode and -"

"Stay at my place. I'll make you a set of doors, and it should lessen the need for a full power brand. I think using that much magic might be tricky for me right now anyway, I get tired quickly." He nodded, sympathy leaking into her mind. It felt weird, their feelings intermingling, but not wrong. She could somehow taste it, and knew it was a grayish blue. "You can add a door to somewhere else eventually, but for now I'll put one here to lessen the blood magic that traps you. It'll go to my spare room. You can use whatever suits you best once you find a place. I won't mind, and it's safer for you than the city."

"You'd trust me alone there, on the farm? And alone in your home?"

"Snow will say you are a strange omen, but not in the way that makes the flowers shrivel or some other cryptic statement that is Druid for, ‘you're alright’. And then there's what your brother's pamphlets said… I would just feel better if you were nearby, if you don't mind." He nodded, and she released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Tension fell from her shoulders as she stepped forward, reaching out to touch him but stopping short when he flinched back. "Where do you want my brand? It's a bit large."

Muscles rippled under his skin, and she could see where old lines of Witch brands had burned there.

He had been a slave many times, and many of the brands were old, none quite as faded as the largest one on his shoulder. Almost completely gone, it was ornate and delicate from what was left visible; the shape of a heart and a name. Milah. Emma swallowed hard.

Gothel's wasn't there, she noted.

The Demon's eyes were dark, black as raven feathers but for the blue flame that licked underneath long lashes. A small silver scar rested on one cheek, shimmering slightly with icy light. His body moved as if it was made of smoke, the main parts of his form solid that trailed away as if he was dissolving into stardust. Swirls of celestial light moved under the many brands, constellations spiraling as she watched. A nebula drifted lower, disappearing halfway under the waistband of his leather trousers, and Emma briefly felt heat color her face.

Whatever lay below was foreign to her, and based on the guidebook given to her, varied vastly from Demon to Demon. As far as she knew, he could have another arm.

"Like what you see, love?" Killian whispered lowly, and Emma shook off her thoughts on his beauty and possible anatomy.

Emma rolled her eyes, and placed her hand to rest on the left side of his torso, just below his sternum. The touch made both of them hiss in pleasure, the gold of her brand a bright metallic color against the light blues of his skin.

"Now," Emma smiled, looking up at Killian's attempts to blink away his half lidded gaze. "If we hurry, I can add these doors and we can leave before your brother makes it back. If you're so inclined that is."

"Why Swan," Killian practically purred, "I must say that is the best idea you've had all evening."

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The first door from the house to the tower took what felt like ages to make, and its toll on Emma's magic was as if she'd been run over by a herd of unicorns. She wobbled through it into her kitchen, immediately opening a can of Red Minos. The magic restoring liquid felt smooth against her tongue, its race to replenish her magic buzzing under her skin.

The buzzing was met with a strange undercurrent of annoyance with sudden force, and she turned to see Killian glowering at her.

"You really shouldn't drink that in your condition. All of those magical replenishing energy drinks are terrible for you." He eyed her worriedly, and Emma sighed.

"I don't normally drink them, but I need to make extra space -"

"It can wait for a day. I can wait for a day. I'll sleep on the floor somewhere or in the tower." He shrugged and took a step forward, standing next to her to watch her fidget nervously with the can. "It's not worth your health, or the little one. Especially given that I've only seen you eat a pop tart and a candy bar for meals today."

Emma felt her fist clench around the can, the aluminum crackling as it crushed.

"So, the ghost I felt, that was you keeping tabs on me?"

Killian blushed, the pink of his cheeks startling on his pale blue skin. "When you say it like that Swan, it sounds worse than it is - I was merely trying to get in contact with you and see who was carrying -"

"Fine then. I'll just fix you up a spot in the nursery," Emma mumbled, interrupting him before she could get more annoyed. "And I'll just throw this away." With a flick of her wrist, the can dropped neatly into the bin.

The foreign feeling of concern faded, replaced by guilt at potentially hurting the baby with her bad habits. She knew the basics of no sushi, no drinking - if those even applied. What else didn't she know?

"Where do you keep your linens then?" Killian’s voice steadied her, and Emma pointed him toward a closet.

"There isn't much. I'm sorry, but you can sleep in the nursery's glider, I have a few blankets somewhere…"

"I'll be alright, Swan," he assured her, chuckling lightly. "I tend to stay rather warm."

Emma rolled her eyes, carrying a pillow into the nursery to drop by the glider. She gestured at the murals on the wall. "This is the nursery -"

"I know. I've watched every day," he admitted sheepishly, his ears reddening at the tips. "I know your entire schedule."

Emma blinked, then blinked again. "Oh." The surprise in her tone didn't seem to bother the Demon, who chuckled softly. "I'm sorry. This is just so weird."

Killian laughed, but the smile he gave her did not reach his eyes. A stale silence filled the room. Not one to sit on idle hands, they began to work in tandem to set up his sleeping arrangements. Finally he spoke again.

"I'm sorry for not being here. I'm sorry for everything, truly, especially this all happening. I didn't know, I swear it-"

Emma swallowed hard. Guilt poured through the bond, swirling itself around to the point of being indeterminable if it was hers or his.

"It's OK, you couldn't have known," Emma soothed. "You don't need to be sorry. I'm not. I mean, it would have been nice, but… I'm a big girl. I can handle myself, and I always have."

"I wanted to be here so badly. You shouldn't have been alone in this."

“Hey - You're here now.”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

A comfortable silence fell in place as she watched him make his makeshift bed on the glider. It was hard not to stare at him, her eyes kept catching the way his horns caught the light even in the dim; an almost mother of pearl iridescence making them shimmer.

"Oh, your hand -" Emma realized suddenly, only to have him laugh and shrug it off.

"It'll grow back. Just needs some time and a good potion or two."

Emma nodded, His skin was also strange and ethereally beautiful: it seemed to be a sky blue, but when she moved closer, it became clear that it was as if glittering stardust, galaxies, and things that she could not begin to describe shifted to turn or crash together. His tail was another oddity that left her lips quirking upward. It swept around him in gentle swoops, and she'd noticed it flicking with agitation when they fought earlier.

Everything about him charmed her in the most peculiar ways.

(It's the bond. You are bound to each other, and your child. Don't be an idiot.)

"I can put on the skin suit - er… the glamor if you want." Killian mumbled so quietly she almost missed it, his back turned to her. His tail moved slower still, reminding her of a nervous cat. He was wary of her.

(Adorable, how unbearably sweet that he was nervous -)

"Only if you want." Emma shrugged. She saw his shoulders lose their tension, and heard his light chuckle before he turned to face her.

Emma blinked. She had gotten closer to him, not noticing her drift towards him. Blushing, she watched his face settle into a sly smirk of knowing in the warm quiet.

(This house has always been quiet, but never like this. This feels -)

"So, you… Er, work? I guess I don't know what a 'Prince of Hell' does. Are you kissing babies and cutting ribbons all day?" Emma asked, shaking away the bizarre thoughts that seemed intent to turn her to mush. She needed her walls more than ever.

"I'm actually quite a big deal in the Below. I'm a large feature in the Below's gossip rags and newspapers, if you'll believe it." Killian swallowed, licking his lips. "I'm sure that this will be quite the scandal I'll have to figure out. I might have to hire a publicist…" He ran a hand through his hair, gently scratching behind his ear in thought.

"I - is the Below - is it like, democracy or monarchy or...?"

"Ah. Yes. Of course no one up here really takes the time to learn, but I digress. I'm a Pre-fall Celestial, and I chose a side which ended in my fallen status. We designed, built, and made the laws regarding the Below, and thusly were rewarded Kingdoms or provinces in it. There were twenty or so of us, but it has dwindled down over the years from infighting, outfighting, war, and all the other things in between the two." His chest puffed with pride, the bond prickling with touches of it.

(Get your walls back up! He's weird Hellion royalty and you're some hussy he found who was magically knocked up! This is not Cinderella - this fairytale is too weird even for the Grimm's.)

"Oh," Emma said flatly, turning and striding into the kitchen.

Killian followed behind, with a hum of disappointment. "Oh? That's really all you have to say about -"

She pulled a large gallon of jasmine tea out of the fridge, pouring herself a glass. "That gives me no idea or insight into what you do."

"I'm - I write, edit, and serve as witness and or notary for all contracts that fall in my province."

"Meaning…?" Emma gestured with her hand for a breakdown, drinking her tea.

Killian moved closer, plucking the now empty glass from her hands to wash it in the sink. "Imagine I'm the Captain of several fleets of ships that make up a bigger navy. I make sure everyone that touches my name and status is good."

"Hell has a navy?

"The Below has -" He paused, and his eyes narrowed as a smirk spread across his face. "Now you're just being right cheeky to vex me. I can feel it. "

She blushed, biting her lip, their distance shrinking as they both seemed to sway into each other. He turned off the sink, the kitchen suddenly much smaller than he remembered. As if in a dream, Emma's hand found his to steady herself, the touch of her fingers soft. His senses were immediately invaded by her while everything else fell away. Catching her eye, he could see the dreamy sort of contentment that relaxed her features, the calm not brief enough to mistake for anything else.

It disappeared just as quickly, her brows pinching and lips pressed together in a grim line. She flinched away as if burnt, immediately cradling her stomach with her palms.

"I'll make a downstairs guest bedroom tomorrow, then. It will need, well, everything. I wasn't expecting many guests, and I can't make anything too fancy. A bed and an ensuite are as much as I can muster currently. Ask before you need anything though, I might be able to squeeze a feature in. I'll help you out to the best of my ability."

"Aye, Swan."

"I eat dinner with my brother every Tuesday and Thursday night. Otherwise I don't really cook -"

"I know, you eat those awful sugar encrusted tarts instead. You need vegetables and -"

"So feel free to cook for yourself."

"You have an appointment coming up too, and I was hoping to broach the subject of coming along with you. I just, I have a lot of questions; I am both not ready but also entirely ready for -"

"Well, it's still going to be a while. A year of this, at least, and I'm already scared. I don't know anything about babies, but even less about Demons. At least your brother will chill out slightly now that you have been located."

"Ah, yes. That reminds me. Do you want to continue working? If you do, I don't mind, but you could work less. I am happy to provide a stipend -"

"A stipend? You can't bribe me -"

"I'm not trying to -" He stopped himself, taking a slow breath in exasperation while rubbing his hand across his face. When he looked at her again, she saw a patient frustration resting on his brow. "You know, Swan, some people just have good intentions at heart. Take a leap of faith here, and let me repay you for being absent the first four months of our child's life."

"I guess we should talk about our expectations, and intentions, or something then, because I don't want you thinking I'm some damsel in distress." Storming away from him toward the living room, Emma plopped down carefully on the couch. Killian appeared a seconds later, leaning against the wall to appraise her. "I'm not. I don't need help, I don't need you or anyone -"

"You may not need someone, but that doesn't mean you don't want someone there," Killian began striding toward her stopping a short distance away. "I get it, you're perfectly capable, strong, brilliant really - but I'm here to stay, love. I don't want you to have to do this alone, and I know you don't want to either."

"How do you know what I want?" she snapped, unable to get comfortable on the couch. She huffed in annoyance, trying to position a pillow behind her back.

Killian sat beside her, and she glared at him openly. Reaching towards her, she flinched as his hands gently moved the pillow upwards and to the side.

"You're an open book, love," he murmured, scooting to sit on the other side of the couch, letting her stretch her feet.

The anger dissipated again, the bond gently thrumming in contentment at his presence. Emma realized she felt exhausted, the onset of the draining interactions and introductions catching up to her.

"It might not be so bad, to just have you around. Only just a little bit, to help me do baby stuff, and nothing else at all."

Her eyes closed despite the Demon staring at her, and she blinked them open trying to stay awake.

"Who knows, love," he whispered, voice a low rumbling as her eyes shut again. "You and I could become friends in this mess."

Emma yawned, curling into the couch, feeling his presence nearby as if they were connected by a length of cord.

"Not your love," she managed to grumble, his chuckle the last thing she heard before falling asleep.

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When Emma woke, she was surprised to find she felt well rested, something that hadn't happened in what felt like years. Light music was playing on a radio, and the smell of something delicious was wafting from her kitchen. She blinked the bleariness away, standing with a stretch and a groan.

"Good morning, Swan," Killian called from the kitchen. Looking around, she realized that he'd cleaned too, her floors gleaming in the pale morning sun. "I made you an omelet, if you'd like one."

"Oh, we haven't been feeling eggs much lately," Emma looked down at her stomach, surprised that the smell wasn't making her retch. "But… Maybe this morning she's decided to give them a chance."

"Probably desperate for something other than sugar and grease," Killian teased, his tail flicking as his head fell back to look at her. He grinned, and she tried to hide her own.

This was weird. All of it. The familiarity of him, cooking in her kitchen wearing pajamas he'd somehow acquired while she had slept, humming along to the radio's music. Her friends didn't even know he was here, and he had already broken (crashed) through her walls without any of the resistance they had met. Emma bit her lip, rolling it between her teeth.

A plate slid in front of her, breaking her from her thoughts. A beautiful yellow omelet with flecks of tomato, ham, spinach, and onion rested in front of her. Mouth watering, Emma took a small bite, letting the cheese melt on her tongue.

She let out an indecent noise, digging into it as Killian sat beside her, amused.

"I'd never have guessed you haven't eaten before, Swan."

"Shut up," Emma managed, swallowing another bite. "This is so good, I don't know how you did this but it just - it's so good."

"I went downtown after I was sure you were asleep. If I'm going to be staying here, I needed some clothes and the contents of my fridge." He shrugged, taking a bite and chewing slowly. "I didn't go Below, it would be too much hassle right now, and I was worried about you waking up alone."

"Oh." Emma felt surprise tug at her heart, her brows furrowing. "Why would you be worried about me being alone? I'm alone a lot."

"Because, now you're not. It'd be bad form to take your kindness and make it look spurned." Killian blushed, and Emma stared, scrutinizing him.

"Well, you don't have to worry, I told you before that I'm fine."

"Aye, Swan. This was more courtesy than compulsory."

"Good."

They ate in silence, Emma finishing before him. She placed the dish in the sink, then turned to the wall of the kitchen. Focusing her magic, she made the outline of a door appear, pulling it into reality carefully and folding the plane of existence around it. Connecting the door's functioning portal to Killian’s place was the trickier part; without him there, she had to search manually for traces of him.

Sure enough, she found his apartment in the penthouse of a downtown tower, its all glass windows and dark, minimalist, slate doors sleek compared to her white paneled addition.

The door clicked into existence, and she fell to her knees, panting.

"Emma, by Fenrir's blade, are you alright? What did you -"

"Made," she panted, pointing to the door. "You, door."

"This could have waited, you scared me! The bond fell from reception for a moment and I thought -" Killian looked panic stricken. Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine. Just used more magic than I thought. It fluctuates; the baby wants more some days. Usually the days when I need it, but," Emma wiped a hand across her face, finding it sweaty as she slicked back her hair. "I make do."

"I'll get you something to -"

"I'm fine, Killian. I promise."

He nodded and straightened, but watched her warily as she stood. Emma brushed off his worry easily, his concern as far as she was concerned, was nothing more than worry for his offspring - more bond induced nonsense that they would have to muddle through. Killian disarmed her through it, if her guard even let down the slightest bit, the link between them made her too honest, too trusting.

(Too vulnerable?)

(No. Never again.)

(Careful, always careful; better safe than sorry.)

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Working out all the small kinks took a few days, including the call to her friends that she had found the Demon, and they needed privacy to figure things out before the coven could descend upon them. Mary Margaret, Anna, and Regina took it the hardest (the lattermost to Emma's surprise), but that was fixed with promises to visit individually when possible. Elsa had smoothed it over, truly, by offering (with a new frosty demeanor) to play bad cop to Emma's good.

Making it clear that Emma needed space and making a case that even rattled Regina, Elsa had convinced everyone to ease up - even while she was miserable. Liam had tried to use his discovery about Killian to apologize, discovering very quickly how 'frigid' she could actually be.

Killian for the most part seemed grateful just to be there, and out of the tower. His room was set up and Emma had attached it neatly to the tower (the door currently in his closet), and his other residences. It took time, but the house and her magic got along in a great way, the door's stability not at all in question. Killian had teased her after they toured his homes that it was a lot to baby proof - Emma was simply thankful that the two properties he favored were not out of state. The further the distance, the more taxing it got - it was among the few reasons she had that as much as she wished she could make a door to the Below for him, she couldn't.

"It's alright, Swan. I don't mind going back and forth to get what I need from the Below. It truly doesn't bother me to commute." Dropping another box into his downtown penthouse as she looked on, he shrugged, leaning back to rest on the bar with his elbows. "I can turn in some work, touch base with my team, do the things I can't do up here that need to be done. Plus, it's not as if you would have if you could have - it's illegal to have unauthorized portals to and from the Below. It's in the DRIVES act."

"Oh," Emma blinked. "I keep seeing that, but I don't know much about it honestly. I have to sign the baby up under it at some point -"

"Not any longer. Liam said that when he suspected you initially, but now he's rescinded the request." Killian’s jaw clenched, his claw like nails ripping open the top of the box in a slash.

Emma shook her head, looking at Killian with sheer confusion. "Why would he do that? I thought it protected -"

"I asked him to," Killian stated, an edge to his tone. His eyes flicked to look at her, the sideways glance almost a challenge of some sort. Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to understand what was going on.

"Okay, I guess I don't get it." Shifting to step towards him, Emma frowned when she saw hurt flicker across his face. "Are you upset with me? Why would you ask Liam to do that? Is there something I should know?"

"There's a lot you should know, love, I just - just don't fret about it. It's fine." Killian smiled, but the lie seeped from his words into his expression. "Just know that if you ask a Demon or anyone close to them, the DRIVES act is not popular. It's a hit list in the right hands, and the attributes asked in that questionnaire are very unnecessary."

"I don't -"

"Emma, I don't want to explain all of this right now, but I promise I will. I just - I just can't until I am sure you will understand. My brother isn't great about it, but he's better than many."

"I guess I'll leave you to this then?" Emma grumbled slightly, unaware of whatever she had done. He caught her wrist as she turned to leave, his hand warm over her skin.

"It's fine. Please stay, we can change the subject." Killian nodded, and he encouraged her to sit at the large bar. He had impeccable taste, if a bit too modern for Emma's liking. Dark colors and steel fixtures looked untouched, gleaming in the light of a sleek fireplace built into an onyx wall. "So you have a doctor's appointment here soon, right?"

"In two weeks, at the five month mark. I'll be a third of the way along, basically." Emma stroked along where the swell of her belly curved upwards, marveling at how fast time had passed. She was still carrying large, but had completely slowed down in growth to stay the same size. Her body was rounded out almost completely and as much as it could be, her breasts heavier and her center of gravity at risk of creating an orbit.

Killian hummed in response, watching her intently. "Do you feel…?"

"Her move?" Emma finished his question, and he nodded. "I'm starting to. She's the size of a plum right now, if you can believe it."

Killian nodded again, the silence once more taken over. He cast a longing look at her before returning to unpacking. The bond thrummed, and Emma found herself by his side.

"Here." Taking his hand even as he startled, she placed it on the lower side of her stomach, pressing softly against where she felt the baby laying. Killian let out a choked noise of surprise, his hand stiff until the tension loosened and his large palm formed to her side.

The bond exploded with warmth, as if a knit blanket had been wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of cocoa had been placed in her hands. Every muscle unwound, her thoughts hazy and free. It made her feel too comfortable, to which she accounted for the madness of what came next.

"You could come, if you want," Emma whispered, her body resting against his in a gentle lean. "To the appointment, I mean."

"I'd like that a lot, actually," he murmured back, his other hand lazily hugging her against himself.

They stayed like that for a few moments, the bond between them alive with its vibration, until Emma pulled away with sudden realization.

Killian looked dazed when Emma stared at him, but said nothing when she turned on her heels and stomped back into her own house again. Emma's anger felt like it might eat her alive, the door to her special room opening with no resistance. She scooted between the boxes and ducked under the bottoms of clothes, curling into herself.

(The bond was officially a problem.)

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For the most part after that, Emma was successful in her attempts to avoid Killian, both of them happy to stay clear of the other without risking the consequences of the tenuous bond.

Neither of them acknowledged it openly, until a few days before the first trimester check up when Killian confronted her.

"I don't have to go if you are uncomfortable, but I truly do want to be there for you and our child," he told her seriously, handing her a large bouquet. The flowers smelled amazing, the yellow and white blooms immediately making Emma's heart clench. "I've taken off that day, and I have a chauffeur for you to save you from the commute. I thought we might -"

"It's fine. I said you could go, and I meant it." Emma shrugged, holding onto every bit of her armor.

"I meant to ask, and I know what you have said, but…" Killian raked a hand through his hair, tousling it around his horns. "Mixed children tend to take after the non-Demonic parent. Are you sure that you want to keep -"

"I'm sure," Emma growled, her attention snapping towards him. He lowered his hands in supplication, and Emma realized she was practically ready to spring: her arm had curled around her belly protectively, while the other was outstretched, and the grimace she wore was more bared teeth than anything.

"I was only confirming. It's - I'm not -"

"Whatever," Emma snapped, hugging herself tightly. "It's at eight am. Be here by seven."

"Aye."

Per his word, he was promptly waiting for her at seven am the morning of the appointment, the sleek black town car's leather seats warm as he helped her inside.

Emma hadn't seen much of him since their tense conversation, but he cleaned up well in the skin suit - horns, claws, and tail disappearing, and his skin a pale color that made his lips seem to blush. She could tell he was uncomfortable in it, and in an attempt to calm him she took his hand in hers.

"It grew back nicely," Emma remarked, examining the scars that still appeared, even through the glamor. "Does it hurt?"

"No. It's prone to stiffness and some cramping, but," He gave her a grin, the unearthly blue of his eyes bright with mischief as they crinkled. "What can one expect from second hand goods."

Emma could not help the laughter and groan that bubbled up as he gave a dramaticized sigh with a tilt of his head. "That was terrible," she managed, still giggling.

He only grinned back, giving her hand a squeeze. They sat quietly together until the car stopped, Killian helping her out again and into the lobby of the office. It was a short wait, the doctor looking at Killian with surprise and then distrust as she ran over her checklist.

"Still feeling movement?"

"Yes," Emma answered, sitting sideways on the examination table.

"Eating and drinking well?"

"Yes," Emma answered, as Killian made a noise.

"Are there any recipes or guidelines I could follow to cook for her, so she eats -" Killian tried, the doctor wrinkling her nose and not looking at him.

"You are growing right on schedule, are you having intercourse at all?" the doctor asked, ignoring Killian completely.

"I - no, I'm not, I -" Emma stammered.

"Good. Any Demonic Malevolence?" The doctor shot a sideways glance towards Killian, and he frowned. Crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair, he tilted his head to stair at the ceiling. Emma noticed his tail had broken through the glamor as it began flicking rapidly with agitation.

"Um, I am not sure -"

"This would be thoughts of hurting others, destruction of items of value, cravings for raw meat, forcing contracts or actions to be done by means of thrall on others or against your own will, feelings that result in heightened fire magics -"

"Oh, no," Emma shook her head. "Nothing like that at all."

"It's illegal to withhold reports of malevolence, are you aware of that, Miss Swan?"

"I - Yes," she repeated, slowly. "Yes I am."

"And you are sure there is nothing you would like to report?" the doctor asked, leering at her. Emma laid a hand over her stomach, looking at Killian. He let his stare at the ceiling drop, catching her eye, his gaze unreadable.

"I'm sure," Emma nodded.

The doctor clicked her pen, making a clicking sound with her tongue. "Alright, slide your pants down and lay across the table here. The ultrasound technician will be in shortly."

The doctor left, leaving Emma and Killian alone.

"Do you need me to -" Killian began, but Emma was already shimmying down her pants and underwear.

"Oh, no," Emma said, realizing his attempt at giving her privacy. "I - you're going to want to see this, I think, and at this point, my vagina and you are going to become acquainted in the least desirable of ways that I doubt anyone could sexualize. I'm fine with it. If you are grossed out, let me know. I don't want you fainting - "

"I assure you that I do not intend to faint or do anything untoward," Killian stated firmly.

"Good," Emma said simply.

The technician came in moments after, immediately glaring at Killian as she got to work. She squirted freezing gel on the roundness of Emma's belly, making her jump. Killian snapped to attention, looking at the technician with narrowed eyes before moving his chair closer.

The technician pursed her lips before plastering a sunny smile over her grimace. "Alright, let's see this baby! Fingers crossed for good news!"

Taking her wand, the Fairy made a few circular motions, a glowing mist sticking to the gel of Emma's stomach. Waving her wand at the machine, the machine whirred to life, focusing in on a blurry image.

"That's her?" Killian asked, reverently, leaning forward to look at the monitor in awe. The small white blob kicked out a tiny leg, flailing in the black and gray of the background. Emma felt his fingers interlace with hers, and found that she was grateful for the grounding gesture.

"That's our baby, oh I - Killian, she's perfect, she's -" Emma could barely recognize her own voice; the excitement, the weight, the proof that they were a part of this something forever and the giddiness of everything stealing her breath. Tears pricked at her eyes, the emotions too much. Swiping them away, Emma took in a deep breath, and steeled herself again.

"Good call, a beautiful little princess is nice and snug in Mum." The nurse pointed to the screen at the baby's sex, before giving a sly glance towards Killian. "She looks normal enough; didn't inherit much of her father at all. Bless your luck for that."

Emma glanced at Killian, tensing at the nurse's rudeness, but he didn't seem to notice. His smile was wide as he squeezed her hand, the grin making his eyes twinkle absolutely infectiously. All Emma could feel was adoration, the warm balm of it through the bond, and the lightness that made her squeeze his hand back in turn.

"She's beautiful," he sighed out, and Emma managed a choked nod, before his eyes caught her own. Worry immediately spread across his features. "You're crying, darling are you -"

"I'm fine, I just got -" Emma hiccuped, trying to stop the tears rolling down her face. The nurse, to her credit, was cleaning up quickly, wrinkling her nose at them in disdain when Killian cupped her cheek, his thumb gently swiping away tears. "I just got overwhelmed for a moment. Thank you for coming, it means so much more than I thought, and -"

"Thank you for letting me," Killian replied simply, shrugging ever so slightly. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and Emma shivered at the electricity that seemed to shoot down her spine.

Emma rebuttoned her pants and pulled her sweater over her stomach, standing carefully while Killian smoothed down the knitted fabric. Swaying into his touch, he let her rest her cheek against his chest, the comfort of the not-quite embrace washing over them. Humming a noise that he reciprocated, her hands splayed across the stretch of his chest, as Killian’s nose rested against the crown of her head while his lips pressed chastely against her forehead.

(It could be like this forever, it could be everything and a future if you just -)

The nurse cleared her throat loudly, and Emma jumped away from Killian’s arms, looking startled.

"Your pictures are ready," she drawled, her eyebrows raised even as her eyes began to narrow. "If you'd like them, that is."

Emma nodded, swallowing a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

The pictures were a blurry mess, a few profiles of their baby that were more modern art than much else. One was marked as 'thumbsucking' and Emma tried not to be overcome by the strange swell of emotions that threatened when she traced the tiny hand that met a tiny mouth. Killian’s favorite was of their baby's feet, crossed at the ankles but directly in view of the camera's viewpoint. They were so tiny, so small even with their tiny nubbins of toes.

Leading her to the car, the chauffeur asked where they were headed.

"We can go home if you like, Swan," Killian hesitated, taking her hand and swiping his thumb over her knuckles. "But -"

"It's alright if you have plans today. I understand, I didn't expect you to stay," Emma mumbled, trying not to let her strange disappointment leak through the bond, or show in her downcast eyes.

Killian laughed slightly, shaking his head. "On the contrary, I was going to ask you to lunch."

Emma looked up sharply, lips parting in surprise. "Oh, I'd - I wouldn't mind that at all -"

"I thought we could have lunch together, then we could go shopping for her, now that we know for sure, and you could pick out anything you don't have already." Blushing, he raked back his hair with his other hand, scratching behind his ear. "If you're up for it, that is. I know that this is all…" He made a gesture with his hand, and Emma could not help the laughter that bubbled up.

"I'd love that, but I can't afford -"

"My treat, all around." Killian squeezed her hand again, his eyes meeting hers as she bit her lip. "Please. Let me take care of you, and her. I know it's all -"

"Fubar?" Emma suggested, his lips quirking into a grin.

"Sure, though I would argue Snafu, as not everything has been a disaster. Some of this, it's been -"

Emma cut him off, calling out to the chauffeur.

"Granny's please, on Crimson boulevard and Lupine Highway."

The chauffeur nodded, and Killian rolled his eyes. "You have to eat something besides grilled cheese and onion rings, Swan."

"You said vegetables, and that's what onion rings are. Delicious, delicious, vegetables." Emma grinned, leaning herself to rest against him.

(So much for armor, you let him through your walls like he owns the place. Stop letting the bond win, stop letting yourself forget about your scars!)

(Shut up, brain, and let me eat my onion rings.)

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SSD, HDD & Co.: So erweitern Sie Ihren Speicher

Sie benötigen zusätzlichen elektronischen Speicherplatz? Hier finden Sie alle Informationen, um die beste Entscheidung für Ihren individuellen Bedarf und Geldbeutel zu treffen!

So erweitern Sie Ihren Speicherplatz: Interne HDDs: Viel Kapazität für wenig Geld

Eine HDD (Hard Disc Drive) arbeitet mit einem magnetischen Speichersystem. Dies sorgt für enorme Aufnahmekapazitäten und punktet mit einem sehr günstigen Preis. Pro GB (Gigabyte) liegen die Kosten bei unschlagbaren drei bis sechs Cent.

Für den Privathaushalt sind die 3,5-Zoll-Ausführungen gedacht, erhältlich ist diese Größe aktuell mit maximal 10 TB (Terabyte). Für den Einsatz in Unternehmen sind HDDs mit bis zu 12 TB verfügbar. Verbaut werden sie direkt in PCs, in das NAS (netzgebundener Speicher) oder in Servern. Damit es keine Probleme mit der Sicherheit und der Geschwindigkeit gibt, werden sie in das Raid-System integriert. Dabei handelt es sich um einen Verbund von mehreren Festplatten, die unabhängig voneinander arbeiten. Durch die redundante Anordnung der Festplatten sind die darauf gespeicherten Daten besser vor Verlust geschützt.''

Für Notebooks gibt es interne HDDs im 2,5-Zoll-Format. Sie bieten Platz für 2 bis 4 TB.

Anschließen lassen sich diese internen Festplatten am Mainboard über SATA III, dieser Anschluss ist auch unter dem Begriff SATA/600 bekannt. Aus rein technischer, beziehungsweise theoretischer Sicht sind Datenraten bis zu 6 GB/s im Bereich des Möglichen. Die Standardvarianten der HDDs bewegen sich in der Regel mit einer Geschwindigkeit von 5400 Umdrehungen pro Minute. Noch leistungsfähigere Modelle kommen sogar auf 7200 Umdrehungen in der Minute. Doch dieses immens hohe Tempo kann zu einer Steigerung des Stromverbrauchs und zu einer Hitzeentwicklung führen. Man sollte also vor dem Kauf bedenken, ob das eigene technische Equipment für dieses hohe Arbeitstempo ausgelegt ist.

Abhängig von der Kapazität einer Festplatte ist ihre Cache-Größe. Hier gibt es dementsprechend große Unterschiede. Die Untergrenze liegt bei 16 MB, die obere Begrenzung bei sagenhaften 256 MB!

Da diese klassischen Festplatten mit beweglichen Elementen funktionieren, sind sie leider recht sensibel, was die Haltbarkeit angeht. Auch Erschütterungen oder ähnliche Vorkommnisse können ihre Lebenszeit verkürzen. Interne SSDs: Schnelles Tempo und robuste Bauart

Eine interne SSD legt ein rasantes Arbeitstempo vor. Das kann bis zu dreimal so schnell sein, wie das einer intern verbauten HDD. Der IOPS-Wert gibt an, wie viele Eingabe- und Ausgabeoperationen pro Sekunde eine SSD leisten kann. Ein hoher Wert ist also das Kriterium für die Geschwindigkeit des Arbeitstempos. Allerdings darf hier nicht verschwiegen werden, dass der IOPS-Wert abnimmt, sobald der Computer für längere Zeit läuft. Außerdem verringert sich das Tempo auch mit der steigenden Rate an auszuführenden Ein- und Ausgabeoperationen.

Ein weiterer Vorteil der internen SSD liegt in ihrer langen Haltbarkeit. Da sie gänzlich ohne bewegliche Teile arbeitet, ist sie sehr robust und deshalb speziell für den Einbau in Notebooks geeignet. Sehr komfortabel ist auch ihre absolut geräuschlose Arbeitsweise.

Abzüge in der Gesamtnote gibt es, weil sich diese Art von Speichermedium nicht unendlich oft beschreiben lässt. Die Lebensdauer einer SSD hängt also davon ab, wie viele Schreibvorgänge von ihren Speicherzellen verarbeitet werden müssen. Aufschluss über die Lebensdauer, beziehungsweise wie oft man eine SSD pro Tag beschreiben lässt, bietet der TBW (Terabytes written/ geschriebene Terabytes). In der Kombination mit der Garantiezeit lässt sich daraus der DWPD (Drives Writes per Day/ tägliche Datentransferrate) ermitteln. Die Rechenformel dafür lautet:

DWPD = (TBW in TB X 1.000) / 356 Tage X Garantiezeit X SSD-Kapazität in GB)

Eine weitere Angabe des Herstellers gibt weiteren Aufschluss über die Lebensdauer einer SSD. Dabei handelt es sich um den Wert, der die MTFB (Mean Time Between Failures/ durchschnittliche Betriebsdauer zwischen Ausfällen) beziffert. Mit MTFB ist die wahrscheinliche Laufzeit zwischen zwei Ausfällen des Systems gemeint. Dieser Wert ergibt sich aus der Gesamtsumme der Betriebszeiten, dividiert durch die Summe der dokumentierten Ausfälle. Je höher der Wert des MTBF ist, umso langlebiger und auch zuverlässiger ist die jeweilige SSD.

Ein weiteres Manko der SSD liegt in der Preisgestaltung. Denn sie sind erheblich teurer im Vergleich zur HDD. Der Handel bietet aktuell SSD mit bis zu einem TB an. Also mit einer wesentlich geringeren Speicherkapazität, als eine HDD. Und pro GB muss der Käufer 35 bis 47 Cent bezahlen. Wie schließt man eine interne SSD an?

Aktuell gibt es gleich drei Optionen um eine interne SSD an den Rechner anzuschließen. Auf die Möglichkeit des Anschlusses über die SATA III, die auch unter dem Namen SATA/600 bekannt ist, haben wir ja schon weiter oben im Text verwiesen. Denn auch eine SSD lässt sich wie eine HDD einfach an die SATA-Buchse des Mainboards anschließen.

Eine weitere Möglichkeit ist der Anschluss über M.2-Steckkarten. Bislang ist diese Art der Anbindung noch relativ unbekannt, doch sie findet immer mehr Fans. Das liegt sicher auch an ihrem geringen Platzbedarf und den damit erreichbaren Datenraten. Angeschlossen werden diese M.2-Steckkarten via SATA oder über den PCIe (PCI-Express). Dazu muss der Rechner über einen Steckplatz für M.2 Karten verfügen. Wer Wert auf ein hohes Arbeitstempo legt, sollte sich für eine M.2-SSD entscheiden, und diese über PCIe anbinden. Dann kommt man über die beiden Lanes auf Datenraten bis zu 1000 MB/s. Noch schneller wird es mit einer x4-Anbindung, dank der vier Lanes liegt die maximal erreichbare Datenrate dann bei gut 2000 MB/s. Aber sogar das lässt sich noch steigern, allerdings noch nicht heute. Aber in Kürze werden M.2-Steckkarten erhältlich sein, die die dritte Generation der PCI-Express unterstützen. Damit werden Datenübertragungsraten von 4000 MB/s möglich sein!

Dagegen erscheint das erreichbare Tempo beim Anschluss über die SATA-Buchse recht bescheiden, denn es liegt bei maximal 600 MB/s.

M.2-Steckkarten, die sich via PCI-Express mit dem Mainboard verbinden lassen, sind im Fachhandel auch unter der Bezeichnung "PCIe NVMe" erhältlich. In der Produktbeschreibung ist auch die Anzahl der Lanes und die jeweilige Generation vermerkt. Die PCI-Express-Steckkarten sind jeweils kompatibel mit den Karten und Steckplätzen der vorherigen Generation.

An den Kerben eines M.2-Steckplatzes kann man ablesen, wie viele Lanes er nutzt. Ist der Steckplatz mit einem B gekennzeichnet, dann verständigt er sich über PCIe-x2 oder SATA. Trägt der Key die Markierung M, dann läuft die Kommunikation neben SATA auch über PCIe-x4. Und mit diesen vier Lanes lässt sich die derzeitige Höchstgeschwindigkeit von 2000 MB/s erreichen.

Die Abmessungen einer M.2-Steckkarte können direkt anhand ihrer speziellen Bezeichnung erkannt werden. Trägt sie zum Beispiel die Bezeichnung "M.2 2242", dann ist die Karte 22 Millimeter breit und 42 Millimeter lang. Die Standardbreite liegt zur Zeit bei 22 Millimetern. Drei verschiedene Längen sind erhältlich, 42, 60 oder 80 Millimeter. Je länger die Karte ist, umso mehr Speicherzellen sind auf ihr enthalten. Und eine höhere Anzahl von Speicherzellen bedeutet natürlich auch ein höhere Speicherkapazität.

Die dritte Option für den Einbau einer SSD funktioniert über den Anschluss via mSATA-Steckplatz. Darüber können Datenraten bis zu 6 Gbit/s erreicht werden, allerdings nur wenn man über die aktuelle Version 3.0 verfügt. Weit verbreitet sind die SSD-Karten, die über mSATA angeschlossen nicht. Doch immerhin Samsung und Kingston haben sie in Ihrem Produktprogramm. Ganz anders sieht es bei der Verfügbarkeit der SSDs aus, die an die SATA-Buchse angeschlossen werden. Diese Karten haben eigentlich alle Händler auf Lager. Und auch die schnellen M.2-Steckkarten haben den Markt inzwischen erobert. Die Mehrzahl der Hersteller vertreiben ihre SSDs auch in dieser Variante.

Um einen Überblick über die vorhandenen Schnittstellen zu bekommen, sollte der User in das Handbuch der Hauptplatine schauen. Wer technisch versiert ist, dem reicht sicher ein Blick auf die Anschlüsse an seinem Rechner. Externe Lösungen mit HDDs

HDDs als Peripheriegeräte sind in zwei Größen erhältlich, in 2,5 und 3,5 Zoll. Dabei ist speziell das kleinere Format von 2,5 Zoll eine tolle Möglichkeit für "Daten to go". Erhältlich sind die kleinen Kraftpakete mit Kapazitäten bis zu 4 TB. In der Regel sind diese Festplatten nicht auf eine zusätzliche Stromquelle angewiesen, da sie ihre Energie über den USB-Port beziehen.

Ihre größeren Kollegen im Format 3,5 Zoll und mit eigener Stromversorgung weisen sogar meist eine Cloudfunktion auf. Aus diesem Grund sind sie als Lösungen für das Backup wie geschaffen. Vom Preis unterscheiden sich externe HDDs kaum von den internen HDDs. Pro GB muss der Kunde nur 3 bis höchstens 8 Cent bezahlen.

In der Regel haben alle externen HDDs ein integriertes SATA/600-Laufwerk. Dessen Cache-Größe liegt zwischen 16 und 64 GB. Die Scheiben darin rotieren zwischen 5400 und 7200 Umdrehungen in der Minute.

Mit dem Board verbunden werden die externen HDDs über USB 3.0 oder 3.1.

Über die Nachteile in Sachen Verschleiß und Empfindlichkeit bei Stößen oder Erschütterungen haben wir ja schon im Absatz über interne HDDs geschrieben. Und leider gilt dieser Punkt auch für die externen Lösungen. Herauszuheben ist hier der Hersteller Lacie, der extrem robuste Varianten anbietet. Seine Rugged-Serie ist mit einem speziellen Gummigehäuse ausgestattet! Die Tempo-Elite: Externe SSDs

Peripher einzusetzende SSDs verfügen in der Regel über einen SATA/600-Flashspeicher. Damit erreichen sie eine etwa dreimal so hohe Geschwindigkeit wie eine HDD. Zu ihren weiteren Vorzügen gehören ihre Kompaktheit und Langlebigkeit. Damit lassen sich Daten extrem sicher und schnell übertragen. Wer darauf angewiesen ist, häufig ein umfangreiches Backup zu erstellen, für den ist dieses Speichermedium wie geschaffen.

Angeschlossen werden diese Platten über USB 3.0 oder 3.1. Für diesen Zweck werden die USB-Buchsen Typ-A oder Typ-C benötigt.

Leider ist diese Tempo-Elite auch die Preis-Elite. Beim Kauf einer externen SSD muss man mit 30 bis 60 Cent pro GB rechnen. Zusatzfunktionen für die Sicherheit der Daten

Neben dem Speichern der Daten können viele Festplatten noch einige andere wichtige Jobs erledigen. Dank ihrer zusätzlichen Funktionen verwahren sie die Daten besonders sicher. So lassen sich Inhalte zum Beispiel verschlüsseln. Dies geschieht meist über das AES-Verfahren mit 256-Bit-Schlüssel. Ein Vorreiter in Sachen Sicherheit ist der Hersteller Verbatim. Er hat sein Store 'n' Go Secure Portable Hard Drive mit einem Tastenfeld versehen. Jeder User muss über dieses Tastenfeld zunächst einen vereinbarten Code eingeben, bevor er Zugriff auf die Daten erhält und die Decodierung starten kann. Ein bisschen zu gut gemeint ist wohl der Ablauf der beginnt, wenn jemand den Code wiederholt falsch eingibt. Denn dann erfolgt die Formatierung und automatische Zerstörung der Daten.

Für die zusätzliche Datensicherheit sorgt auch die Integration der Speicherplatte im Raid-Verbund eines NAS. Bei Qnap und Synology sind komplette NAS-Systeme mit mehreren Festplatten erhältlich. Sie können ganz leicht mit dem LAN-Kabel in das eigene Netzwerk integriert werden. Noch mehr Funktionen!

Speziell für den mobilen Einsatz sind WLAN-Festplatten gedacht, sie sind in beiden Variationen, also als HDD und SSD erhältlich. Sie funktionieren ohne Kabelanbindung und sogar ihr Akku lässt sich via USB aufladen. Bei einigen Modellen ist es sogar möglich, weitere Geräte mit Energie zu versorgen. Diese Platten übernehmen also die Dienste einer Powerbank.

Via WLAN kommuniziert das Speichermedium mit dem mobilen Gerät. Über Plex, DLNA und weitere Dienste kommen diese Platten auch als Server für Medien zum Einsatz. Und wenn die Platte über einen SD-Kartenslot verfügt, dann lassen sich darauf direkt die Fotos der Digitalkamera übertragen.

Wie bei allen mobilen Geräten ist besonders darauf zu achten, dass das Gehäuse robust und gegen Wasser und Staub geschützt ist. Auch hier belegt der Hersteller Lacie in Sachen Robustheit den ersten Platz. Denn die Gehäuse aus der Rugged-Serie bestehen aus Gummi, da haben Wasser oder Schmutz keine Chance. Ganz abgesehen davon, dass die vom schottischen Künstler Neil Poulton in einem trendigen und sehr knalligen Orange designt wurden, weisen sie auch etliche Anschlüsse auf und sind in unterschiedlichen Kapazitäten erhältlich.

Wer das Besondere sucht, der sollte sich nach Hybrid-Festplatten umsehen. Denn diese Modelle kombinieren die Schnelligkeit einer SSD mit den großen Kapazitäten einer HDD. Möglich wird das durch die Verbindung einer HDD mit einem Flash-Speicher. Hybrid-Festplatten vertreibt unter anderen der Hersteller Seagate.

Mit Helium gefüllt eignen sich Festplatten mit großer Kapazität primär für den Serverbetrieb. Bei diesen Modellen ist sogar der Einbau einer zusätzlichen Datenscheibe möglich, damit wird eine weitere Ausweitung der Kapazität umgesetzt. Diese speziellen Platten sind zum Beispiel bei Seagate, Western Digital oder Hitachi erwerbbar. 1 von 7 Unser Resümee: Die Entscheidung für eine neue Festplatte ist abhängig von den Aufgaben, die das Medium erfüllen soll. Anwender, die damit stationäre Backups erstellen wollen, sollten eine externe HDD in 3,5-Zoll-Ausführung auswählen. Für den mobilen Einsatz empfehlen wir eine Lösung im externen 2,5-Zoll-Format. Und wer besonders preiswert aufrüsten möchte, der sollte eine interne HDD in 3,5-Zoll-Ausführung, beziehungsweise 2,5-Zoll-Format wählen.

Wenn der Preis eine untergeordnete Rolle spielt und es hauptsächlich auf die Geschwindigkeit ankommt, dann ist eine SSD das optimale Speichermedium. Diese Empfehlung gilt für interne wie auch für externe SSD-Platten.

Bezüglich der Datensicherheit sind Speichermedien, die im Raid-Verbund eines NAS betrieben werden, die beste Kaufentscheidung. Dabei sollte den Modellen im HDD-Form der Vorzug gegeben werden. Denn sie punkten mit einem niedrigen Preis und einer hohen Kapazität.

Der Hersteller Western Digital hat mit dem WD Red NAS Hard Drive interne Festplatten auf den Markt gebracht, die absolut robust und langlebig sind sowie einen geringen Stromverbrauch haben. Empfehlenswert in diesem Bereich ist auch die Ironwolf-Serie von Seagate. Auch diese HDDs haben eine lange Lebenszeit, sind robust und sparen Strom.

Bei der Kaufentscheidung sollten auch besondere Ansprüche, die man individuell an das Speichermedium stellt, Berücksichtigung finden. Wenn es für den ständigen mobilen Einsatz gekauft werden soll, dann muss es sehr robust und unbedingt mit WLAN-Funktion ausgestattet sein. Ist die Kapazität im Fokus des Anwenders, dann sind mit Helium gefüllte Modelle die beste Wahl.

Und wer den besonderen Komfort erleben möchte, sollte eine Hybrid-Festplatte in die engere Auswahl nehmen. Dank ihrem Aufbau aus einer HDD und einem Flash-Speicher vereint diese Bauart die Vorzüge einer HDD mit denen einer SSD.

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