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Senna's POV

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. This had to be some sort of sick, twisted joke. My baby...she couldn't have been... No. I refused to believe it.

The green eyed girl, Asami, gave me a sad look. One full of sympathy and regret at having to deliver such horrible, heart wrenching news. She placed her hand over mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. That's when I knew.

There was no joke. No use waiting for a punch line.

My baby... My little girl...

I looked to Tonraq, looking for something to cling to keep from collapsing into a ball on the floor and drowning in my tears. But when I looked at him, when I saw tears streaming down his face, his face expressionless but his eyes revealing his anguish... It was all I could do not to do just that.

His heart was broken. So was mine. His eyes finally met mine and he pulled me closer to him, and I could feel his body shake as he suppressed his cries.

I felt my eyes begin to water but I pushed my tears back, needing to remain strong for him. For me. For...for Korra. I could feel the guilt eating me from the inside out like a ravenous beast. I hadn't protected her. I hadn't been there to stop the pain.

I had failed.

I closed my eyes, a lone tear sliding to freedom. That's when my body began to shake with my whimpers and sobs. Tonraq rubbed my arm comfortingly as I clutched his parka in my fist. I didn't want his comfort. I didn't deserve it. As a mother I'd had one responsibility; protect my child. And I had failed so miserably.

"Shh," my husband soothed, though his own voice wavered. "Our little girl needs us, Senna."

"Why?" I asked between sharp intakes of breath. "Why would someone do this? How could someone be so cruel, so sick? She was only a child!"

"I know." Tonraq's grip on me tightened. I could hear the anger intermingling with his guilt.

"I'm sorry," the girl suddenly said, snapping our attention back to her. In all honesty, I'd almost forgotten she was there. "But...Korra is very sick right now. Katara is trying her best to control the fever but...she hasn't been able to."

I wiped my face clean of tears, trying hard to regain my composure. I didn't have the luxury of falling apart right now.

"What's wrong with her?" my husband asked, pulling himself together beside me.

Asami bit her lip, seeming hesitant to answer. She played with the ring on her finger before meeting my gaze.

"Korra was kidnapped a few days ago," she finally answered. "One of her previous abusers, Tarrlok, he-"

"Did he touch my little girl?" Tonraq's voice was a loud growl as he spat the question out through clenched teeth. His hands curled into fists and a strong blaze was lit in his eyes.

"He-he didn't get a chance to...complete the act," the shrink replied carefully. "But he did touch her; at least, that's what she told us. We would know if he'd done more."

"I want to see her," I finally managed to say. "My baby...she needs us."

Asami nodded once, slowly. "She's been asking for you," she admitted. "But I'm going to warn you, she's a little delirious. She remembers what they did. I think..." She paused, opening her mouth again before closing it. She looked like she was preparing herself. "I think the first couple of times...she called out for you."

I felt as if something had sucked all the air out of my lungs. I felt as if someone had taken a knife and thruster into my chest, twisting it just for the fun of it. I felt...I felt... There weren't words to describe the ache in my chest.

All I could feel was the anguish and pain and guilt. The look on my husband's face was something I never wanted to see again. He blamed himself. I could only find it in me to blame myself. Maybe we both were to blame. Maybe if we had been better parents, maybe if we would've fought harder to see her...

My hand covered my mouth, holding back the sorrow that threatened to consume me. Tonraq was close to a break down and one of us had to be coherent. I had to remain strong. For her.

"Korra thinks you don't want her," Asami continued after a moment. "We've managed to heal her to a point where she's almost herself again. But...there's no doubt in my mind that she needs you. She needs you to show her your love, that you love her with all your hearts."

I didn't need her to say that. I loved my daughter. She was my little light in this cold dark world. I could never not love her. And I knew Tonraq felt the same.

I wiped my tears away again and nodded. "We can do that. We won't leave her alone. Not again, not ever."

She smiled at us before leading us to our little girl's room. When we walked in, we found Katara, our former master. I felt my blood begin to boil. Why hadn't she told us where our daughter was? But then I remembered that Katara hadn't seen Korra since she was seven years old and the feeling evaporated.

Katara; however, wasn't the only other person in the room. Next to my daughter's bed, holding her hand was a boy.

I felt more than saw Tonraq leave my side. The next thing we knew, my husband had the boy dangling against the wall by his shirt collar.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"No, no, he's a friend," Asami stepped in. "He's the one who found her. He's done nothing but take care of Korra."

"Tonraq, put him down, please." I placed a hand on his arm. The boys gaze never wavered. He wasn't afraid. My husband reluctantly sat the boy down.

"I'm Mako," the boy said. "I'm your daughter's boyfriend."

I really wish he hadn't said that. Tonraq grabbed him and threw him across the room and into the wall like he weighed nothing. Mako rubbed the back of his head as he stood, a flame appearing in his other hand.

A Firebender.

A weak voice caused the tension in the air to disappear.

"Mako?"

We turned to look at our daughter, whose eyes were halfway open and slightly unfocused. The Firebender cautiously walked over to her and knelt beside the bed.

"Hey, I'm right here," he assured, grabbing her hand in his.

"What's...going on?"

"I tripped, that's all," he replied, glancing over at Tonraq. "I have a surprise for you."

"Hmmm?" she hummed, trying to remain awake. Her eyes were dropping and she seemed too tired to speak.

"Your parents are here," he told her, a small smile on his face. "They want to see you."

Korra smiled sadly and shook her head, furrowing her brow as if in pain. "They won't want me... Not after...not after..."

Tonraq turned, crossing his arms, trying to hide his pain behind his hand. I could see the tears glistening in the corner of his eyes. I turned my head, holding back my sob, ordering myself to keep it together. She thought we wouldn't want her. She was our daughter, our baby...

"Shh," the boy soothed. "We've talked about this. They love you. Remember? That's why they're here."

"Korra?" My husband's voice croaked and he cleared his throat.

Mako moved aside, giving my daughter's hand a kiss. My Korra's head turned toward her father's voice and she managed to open her eyes some more. She let out a broken sob as her eyes focused on Tonraq and she turned away.

"We need to lower her fever," Katara said, speaking up for the first time. I could hear the worry in her voice and knew how bad the situation must be. "I've tried everything. Nothing seems to work."

"I'll take over."

Katara looked at me for a moment before nodded and leaving the room, Mako and Asami trailing behind.

"Korra," my husband called, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's me."

I could see the tears sliding down her cheeks. I could tell that it pained her to see us. She was dead set in believing that we wouldn't want her, that we didn't love her. But nothing could be further from the truth.

"We're right here, sweetie," I told her, running my hand through her chocolate locks, swiping them away from her sweaty face. "And we love you so much," I continued, a lump forming in my throat. I never wanted her to forget that. I loved her so much. We both did. She was ours. She was our baby girl.

"Momma?" she asked as a whimper. I hadn't heard her call me that since she was a toddler. It brought a warmth and a pang to my heart.

I nodded. "I'm right here. And do is your father."

"We love you so much, sweetheart," he said, his voice thick. "Nothing in this world will ever change that. Nothing."

Korra whimpered again, turning her gaze on her father. Tears were rolling freely down her cheek and it broke my heart. She was in pain. And there was nothing we could do to take it away. And I hated that.

"Daddy?"

That was all it took. Tonraq's resolve crumbled and he gently picked our daughter up and pulled her into his arms. He was sobbing now, unable to hold it back any longer while he pressed his face against our daughter's.

Korra clung to his chest, her hand griping his parka for dear life. I leaned over and kissed her forehead and enveloped her hand in mine, holding it against my cheek. She rubbed the pad of her thumb against my skin, a small smile on her face.

"She needs to rest," I reluctantly told my husband.

He nodded, not wanting to let her go again. I didn't either. But we weren't out of the woods yet. Her body was shaking. We needle to lower her fever. Gently, he sat her back down and I placed a hand against her temple. She was burning up.

I quickly Bended the water from the bowl on the nightstand and prepared it against my daughter's head, willing it to glow, to take her pain away. She shivered before sighing in relief.

"Momma...Daddy..." she muttered.

"Shh, you need to sleep," I soothed.

"I missed you," she said, and I had to fight to keep my concentration on the water. "I...I really did...and I'm sorry."

What on earth could she possibly be sorry for? None of this was her fault.

"I didn't mean it," she continued. "I-I don't hate you. I love you...both of you...so much."

"We know," Tonraq replied, his voiced watery and tired. He kissed her hand before clasping it between his own. "But you need to rest, ok?"

Korra nodded, a small whimper escaping her throat. Her eyes closed and after awhile she began to toss and turn relentlessly. I started to him the old tune Katara had hummed for me and to Korra when she was a child. I hummed it slowly and her tossing gradually stopped.

She would still let put a whimper here and there but it was considerably less. I couldn't help the smile that graced my face.

Two years. Two years and now we finally had our daughter back. We were a family again. And Tonraq and I were going to do anything to make sure it stayed that way, that she was taken care of. We'd make sure of it.