Korra was chained to a stone wall. Metal cuffs with chains attached to them were around each of her wrists and ankles, and one even around her neck. These chains were hooked to the wall, and the darkness seemed to close in around her. She tried to convince herself that she wasn't scared, that she wasn't absolutely, positively terrified. But it was useless. Amon had her, and now he was going to take her bending.

Fear and anger and adrenaline driven into one, she yanked against the metal bonds. If she could only make her bending work, but for some reason unbeknownst to her, she couldn't. She was so scared, all she could produce were a couple of puffs of smoke, and a couple drops of water. And the earth wasn't complying, as if it wasn't earth at all, just painted to look like it was.

Footsteps. They echoed in the dark cavern that was Korra's cage. Korra listened intently. Someone was protesting, resisting. The person screamed, and it was sickeningly familiar. Mako. NO! Korra mentally screamed. The heavy steel door at one end of the room opened, spilling light into the room. Amon himself threw Mako against the wall. Mako grunted as he hit the wall. He tried to get up, to fight, but he was too worn out. Amon pinned him with his back against the wall.

"NO! Amon, stop," the Avatar's voice took on a softer tone. "Amon, please, please don't take his bending." Korra pleaded. Amon turned to face her. She tried to shy away from him, but her chains held her in place. He walked toward her, the terrifying mask gleaming in the limited light. He breathing increased rapidly, her heart threatened to beat right out of her clothes.

Amon stepped up to Korra, pulling a silver blade and using it to force Korra's head upward. The blade was under Korra's chin, and Amon put pressure on it ever so slightly, patronizing Korra. The young Avatar whimpered, a silent plea.

"What? No feisty comment? No stone faced Korra? Surprising. Guess you're not all that tough at all." Amon said, pushing in his blade into her skin until blood ran down her throat. Korra whimpered again, any shame of being weak left behind.

"I will deal with you in due time, my dear, but first…" Amon pulled the blade back from Korra, and strutted over to Mako. He yanked him up, and Mako is like a rag doll. Amon pulled Mako's hair, forcing his head back and exposing his neck.

"Take one last look at your comrade, dear Korra." Amon said before taking the blade and striking it across Mako's neck, killing him.

Korra's blood curling scream woke Mako in a heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around her, grasped her tighter to his chest. Korra nestled her head into his shoulder, grabbing his hand so hard that she was surprised there was no blood.

"Mako. Oh Mako!" It was like Korra had just truly realized that he was alive and whole and healthy. She threw her arms around his neck, twisting her fingers in his hair, curling up against him. Mako leaned into her touch, desperate to make her believe that he was there. Korra started to cry then. Her sobs racked her entire body, making her shudder.

"Korra, I'm right here. I'm here with you, and nothing will take me away." He felt Korra nod, but she continued to cry. The Avatar cried herself out, leaving her and Mako in silence. Somewhat. Other than the occasional sniffle, Korra just sat there with Mako, his arms curled around her.

Mako soothed her with his comforting words. He ran his hand up and down her arms, trying to get rid of her goose bumps. Korra turned so that she was facing him, and snuggled deeper into her arms. She laid her head against Mako's shoulder, hoping that she would fall asleep here. Fat chance, Korra thought, a smile touching her lips as Mako leaned down and kissed her temple, then her cheek and jaw, and finally her lips. Korra kissed him back, wishing she could stay like that forever.

"Korra, you need to sleep. You've been really worn out lately, and now I know why. I promise I won't leave you until you wake up, or any time, for that matter. OK?" Mako told Korra. Korra wouldn't meet his eyes for a second.

"Yeah, I know." She whispered. Then, she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him, before letting go and drifting back down, to hopefully sleep.

Mako let out a grateful sigh in the morning. No more nightmares had occurred. Korra was still sleeping soundly, her body rising and falling in contentment, as if it were determined to make up for all the lost sleep. They hadn't deviated an inch from their position before, hours early. Her head still lay on his chest, his arms still wrapped around her waist.

Lightly, he shook Korra awake. "Korra, c'mon, let's get down to breakfast." The Avatar simply rolled over, taking the pillow and placing it over her head. Mako couldn't help but laugh.

"C'mon, or I'll drag you down there myself." Mako warned playfully. Korra muttered something under the pillow that Mako didn't quite get, but he was sure it was along the lines of, "I'd like to see you try."

He shrugged. "Okay then, have it your way. But don't say I didn't warn you!" Mako told her as he reached for her waist, then moved his finger franticly on her ribs, tickling her. Korra squealed and giggled all at once, squirming. Mako laughed with her, then stopped after about thirty seconds. The Avatar huffed and puffed.

"That's not fair, Mako!" Korra complained. Mako just shrugged again.

"I said I warned you, did I not?" the Fire Ferret reasoned. Korra crossed her arms and turned away from him so that he was facing her back, and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

"I didn't want to do this, but I guess I have no choice," Mako said softly. Then, he pounced at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and then swinging her around to carry her bridal style.

"I love you." Korra whispered quietly. Korra ad Mako leaned into each other so that their foreheads were touching. They each stared intently into each other's eyes. And they could've stayed like that forever but a terrible, goose bump raising, blood curding scream echoed from down the halls. And the worst part was that both Korra and Mako knew the owner of the scream; Asami.