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To kill someone you have to mean it. Something nagged at Medea’s heart, this wasn’t right. It all happen so quickly, Nye yelling, Mason yelling and then lunging at her.

Cora? He called her Cora?

The flood gates were opened, the memories consumed her. At the last moment she moved her aim to the left away from Mason.

Her eye brows lowered and she closed her eyes as she fell backward.

….I love you…

As Mason tackled her he grabbed her arm, causing her aim to go farther left. Suddenly she felt warmth, emotion… alive. Did Mason’s words break the curse?

The woman waited for Nye’s response, for his yelling, for his commands, but nothing came. Mason had fallen with her; well technically he had fallen on top of her. The dark haired woman opened her eyes to see someone she had missed dearly. A single tear feel from her eye, ”Leo…” The last thing she remembered was being in Diagon Alley with the children and running into Nye. That’s when he must have put the spell on her.

It didn’t take but a second for confusion to set in, in barely a whisper she asked Mason, ”Nye?” Why wasn’t he yelling, attacking, demanding? She was afraid to move, let alone that Mason was on her and made it impossible for her to get up.

As they fell to the ground, Mason landed on Medea, but... he noticed that. And that also meant that he was still alive... He was still alive? He was still alive!

When he heard Medea's voice say his name, a lump formed in his throat. She called him Leo. Mason wasn't one to cry, but he was almost on the verge of tears. Months and months of Medea gone, and she was finally back. Physically and mentally.

Mason saw the tear fall from her eye and was about to brush it off when she said Nye's name. Nye. He was so caught up with Medea remembering him that he almost forgot what had happened. Mason moved to the side so he was no longer kneeling over Medea.

His eyes slowly wandered across the floor until they found Nye. Laying on the floor. Motionless and quiet. His eyes were open and staring at the ceiling. Then it hit Mason like a freight train. When he had tackled Medea, he pushed her arm aside, sending the killing curse a different direction. Nye's direction.

Nye was dead.

Mason tensed at the sight. He turned his attention back to Medea and knelt in front of her so she wouldn't have to look at Nye. He just wanted to protect her in any way possible. He looked in her eyes and wracked his brain for something to say "How are you feeling?" It was hardly comforting, but that was the only thing he could manage.

Medea knew what had happen. She could tell by Mason’s disposition.

Medea sat up and diverted her eyes from Mason and the lump on the floor that was Nye. Everything was still coming back to her. All the things Nye had her do under his spell, she wasn’t sure she even had a job. And then, Mason… what if he had moved on? She couldn’t bear the thought.

Still looking at the ground she responded, “I’m…. ok.” She said weakly. It’s all she knew to say. There was more she wanted to ask but the woman was too scared. Medea wanted to crawl into a ball – in Mason’s arms – and cry. She felt so violated, so abused…. It was awful.

Tears slowly started covering her cheeks. It was hard to verbalize what she had been through and how she felt.

Please take me in your arms... she begged silently.

Watching her, Mason could almost see all the thoughts running through her mind. She must have been remembering everything now. Remembering him, he hoped. He heard her say she was okay, but he wondered if that was even the truth. He wouldn't be surprised if it was far from the truth.

As he watched her stare at the floor, he saw tears flood down her cheeks. Mason swallowed the lump in his throat and immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "It's okay, Cora... I've got you. I love you," he whispered into her hair.

All those months of being used, violated, abused and owned, and now she was finally free. And probably broken. Mason did the only thing he could think of to do. He had to get her out of here. The place where it all happened, where Nye used her day after day.

Releasing one arm from her, Mason slid it under her knees and smoothly scooped her up off the floor. "Come on, we're getting out of here." Another whisper and he carried her out of the kitchen. He made his way out the front door and left it wide open.

Once he made it to the front yard, he turned around and faced the warehouse. Letting Medea hold onto his neck, Mason held onto her under her knees and used his other hand to pull out his wand. He pointed it to the inside of the doorway.

"Incendio," he cast towards the house and a small fire appeared on the carpet in the entryway. "Engorgio.... Engorgio..." He repeated until he saw the fire expand through the living room and the kitchen, burning the carpet, the furnishings, the tapestries, and everything inside.

And then he disapparated with his Cora in his arms. Leaving the warehouse to burn with all the bad memories and moments. And leaving Nye to burn with them.

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