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Written for Advent Calendar; AmeliaJohnKingsley
Word Count - 465
Warning for Character Death
Their Heart and Soul
"Have you seen Amelia?" John asked, stopping by Kingsley's desk. "She's not in her office."
Kingsley shook his head, frowning. "No. Didn't she say she was heading home early?"
"I… have no idea," John admitted, rubbing his head. "I feel like I've been living in the office for the last fortnight."
"All of us feel that way," Kingsley replied. "You should head home and find her. I'll be there in a little while."
"Come with me now," John cajoled, holding his hand out for Kingsley to take. "You've been here as often as me, so come home with me now. The paperwork can wait until the morning."
Kingsley looked down at the parchment he'd been diligently writing on. "Fuck it, you're right. Let's go."
John laughed, pulling Kingsley to his feet. He checked the office briefly before he pulled the slightly taller man down for a kiss. "I like this plan," he murmured against Kingsley's lips. "This is a good plan."
Kingsley nodded. "This is the best plan. Now we just need our Amelia and we'll be set for the night."
John tugged Kingsley impatiently to the door and then let go of his hand, straightening his robes. While none of them were ashamed of their triad relationship, they also kept things lowkey in the Ministry.
It wasn't exactly the most… tolerant of places. Particularly under the current reign and in the current political climate.
"Lead on, John. I want to go home," Kingsley murmured, his calm, deep voice sending a shiver up John's back.
…
They were at the floo when the messages of an attack came in. Seeing the address on the notifications had John and Kingsley moving much faster, panic stricken and fearful of what they would find.
They arrived as the hit squad did, and the head of the squad, Simon Miller, pulled them back.
"You don't need to go in there boys," he murmured. "It's not something you need to see."
Kingsley met his eyes and he knew.
"I have to see her," he whispered.
John gripped his arm, the grip tight enough to be painful if only Kingsley wasn't numb already.
They entered the house together, holding one another up and even that wasn't enough when they saw her.
"Amelia," John whispered.
They stumbled to her sides, one on each, and they sobbed over her body. She was their heart.
She always had been. Kingsley was their strength, and John was their brain, but Amelia… she had been their heart and soul.
"Clear out, fellas," Miller murmured to his squad. "Let's… give them a few minutes, eh?"
John and Kingsley paid him no mind. Kingsley gripped John's hand over Amelia's stomach, and as one, they lay down on either side of her.
They didn't want to let her go.
