Here is the new chapter and I believe the moment everyone has been waiting for. Enjoy.

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Jolting out of his sleep, hearing a loud shriek just feet away from him. Lucas rubbed his tired eyes. It took a few seconds but, when he saw a figure thrashing about in the bed, he remembered where he was. At once, he was by her side as she fought the attackers in her nightmare. "Olive. Wake up." Lucas tired to steady her twitching head. "Please, wake up." He gently slap in attempts to stir the woman. When suddenly her eyes opened wide right before he felt a forceful blow to the stomach from her strong feet.

Groaning in pain, Lucas pushed himself up into a sitting position as he glanced up at the bed. Olive was sitting up, body trembling, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes scanned the room trying to make sense of what just happened. Lucas stood up, when she met his eyes. Her body stiffen and breath quickened, failing to recognize the man in front of her.

"Olive. It's me, Lucas." he took a step back as if to show her that he wasn't going to hurt her. He watched as her shoulders soften a bit. Her eyes looking down as her hand covered her mouth still trying to grasp reality.

"Can I have some water?" She spoke softly, after looking back up at him.

"Of course you can." he sighed. "I'll be right back." He stood for a second longer before he turned around leaving the room heading down the hallway into the kitchen.

Lucas opened a cupboard door and retrieved a glass then walked over to the sink. He placed the glass down and turned on the tap letting the water run. His hands leaned on the counter as he squeezed his eyes shut taking in a deep breath. He didn't realize how hard this would be seeing her again. Hearing her screams brought back memory of the last day he ever saw her in Russia. He took another breath before he opened his eyes. Glancing down at his watch revealing that it was still very early in the morning. Grabbing the glass he put it under the tap filling it up with cold water.

"You're supposed to be dead." Lucas turned around to the woman standing there. Blanket wrapped around he shoulders."They told me that you hung yourself." Her jaw clenched. "I didn't believe it at first, but then I never saw you again." She pulled the blanket tighter around her body.

"Well, I'm still here." He said with a half smile as he step forward to hand her the glass. She flinched, taking a step back. Lucas' smile faded. He place the glass on the kitchen island in front of her before he backed up again.

"I'm sorry…" She stuttered noticing the hurt look in his face. "I just…"

"Don't be. I understand." Lucas said folding his arms across his chest. Olive reached out a grabbed the glass set out for her and downed all of it. She placed it back down. Lucas took the glass, filled it up again, and placed it back down. Then he leaned against the counter his gaze was on the ground.

"Thank you." She pulled out a stool that was tucked in under the island and sat down. She pulled the glass over, her eye focused on it.

"I have something for you." Lucas spoke after a few minutes as he walked over to the fridge, opening the freezer section. Olive watched with curiosity as he turned around revealing a small container of chocolate ice cream.

"Ice cream?" Olive lean forward her elbows resting on the surface.

"You don't remember?" Lucas placed the container on the counter. "You said the first thing that you wanted to eat when you come home was chocolate ice cream."

"Did I?" She gave him a week smile. "Well, I guess we should have some."

Lucas found some bowls and spoons. He opened the ice cream scooping it into a bowl passing it across to Olive then proceeded to scoop out some for himself. He watched as she tentatively took a few bites of the dessert before she put the spoon down.

"How did…" she cleared her throat "How did you do it?" She asked staring down at the melting ice cream.

"Does it matter?" Lucas asked before he had another bite.

"No. And yes." She looked up at him. "I hope it wasn't too high of a price."

"Don't you think you're worth it?" Lucas place his spoon down. Olive just shook her head slightly. "Darshavin was the price."

"Darshavin?" Olive questioned looking back down at the bowl. Suddenly, she jumped when she heard ringing coming from Lucas, who dug in his pocket and pulled out the phone.

He glance down to see who was calling before he answered it. "Harry?" Olive sat straight when she heard the name. Lucas held up his hand at her before he walked down the hallway.

Olive scanned around the room when she spotted a large area of the wall covered in drapes. She stood up fixing the blanket that covered her and walked over. She drew the back the material and discovers a balcony. She slid open the door and stepped out breathing in the London air. The sky was still dark but in the distance she could see a hint of light trying to peak just beyond the city. Tears ran down her face as she let out soft sob. She turned around nervously when she heard the shuffling of feet. Only to smile when she saw Lucas.

"Welcome home." He said noting her reaction to the city. She slowly moved closer to him and for the first time in years. Wrapping her arms around his torso resting her head on his chest. Lucas was hesitant at first but he followed suit and embraced her small frame.

"Thank you." She breathed as the sobs continued.

After holding each other for several minutes before Lucas looked up towards the sky. "Olive. Look" She slowly turned around still in his arms and saw the light finally coming over the horizon. The sky showing an array of colours amongst the clouds. Lucas could feel her heart quicken with excitement. For just a moment, everything that happened to both of them in last decade seem to fade away.

"What did Harry want?" She asked as she watched the sunrise.

"He was just checking in making sure everything was fine." He replied. "He was wondering if we could meet at the Thame House this morning. If your up for it." Lucas add looking down at her.

"Sure…" she spoke after a brief pause.

"I thought you might like to clean up first." Lucas stated. "Hopefully everything you need is in the bathroom."

"I better get ready then." Olive turned around and looked up at the man before heading back inside.

Lucas followed behind watching her walking into the bathroom. Letting out a sigh as he gathered up the dishes, he noticed that Olive barely ate her ice cream. He dumped the chocolate soup into the sink before setting down the bowl. He slowly walked over to the sofa and slump down into it, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He found Sarah's number and just stared at it, deciding weather or not he should return her call. After a few minutes he closed it and put it back in his pocket. His head rested on the back of sofa, closing his eyes to rest while he waited.

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"Olive?" Lucas knocked on the door to the bathroom "Are you alright? You been in there over an hour." He put his ear against the door. He could hear the shower running but underneath he heard a soft whimper. "Olive, I coming in." He warned before he slowly opened the door revealing the woman sitting on the floor, trembling, still wearing her clothes. Hugging her legs as her head rested on her knees. The small of her back leaned against the tub. The blanket and his jacket was crumpled on the floor around her. Slowly moving forward, he leaned in the shower and turned off the tap before he knelt down beside her. He calmly place his hand on her shoulder but she instantly pulled away from him.

Lucas pulled his legs around to a sitting position making sure he keep his distance. He recalled when he first return, how uncomfortable it was to take a shower at first. Water brought back memories he wanted to avoid, especially the different way they used it to make his life unbearable. Seeing the fear in Olive, he understood what she was going though. What made his heart break was the distrust in her eyes when ever he went near her. He realized that they only thing he could do is wait for her to come to him.

"This feeling, does it ever go away?" Her head slowly looked up at him, her left hand wiping away her tears. While she did so, he spotted an scar on her arm, among the bruises, that ran down from her wrist to the nook of her elbow. His stomach turned at the sight.

"No, but you learn to deal with it." Lucas admitted.

"I don't think I can." She mumbled between her sniffles.

"It takes time." Lucas breath as his hand found his face, rubbing his five o'clock shadow. Lucas stood up, picking up the blanket at the same time. "May I?" He held up the blanket waiting for a response. She nodded her head. He wrapped the blanket around her before he turned to leave.

"Don't go." She called out.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going let Harry know that we're not coming in today." He looked back down at her.

"Please." She pleaded holding her breath. Lucas moved back into the small bathroom and sat down a foot away from her, still giving her space. As soon as his bottom touched the ground her head found his lap, using it as a pillow. Lucas fixed the blanket making sure the entirety of her body was covered.

"I'm not going anywhere." He repeated, his gaze never left her as he tenderly caressed her forehead, sweeping back her knotted hair.