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Katherine jerked up with a gasp, sunlight piercing her eyes. Silas had woken up next to her and was groaning. Looking around, she saw she was in a field, decorated with poppies, daisies and the like. There were buildings, faintly noticeable in the distance, about a mile away. It looked to be New York.

She grinned. They'd done it. It had worked, the travellers had been stopped.

They were free.

She stood up, helping Silas who was looking around in astonishment.

"It really worked." he muttered, smiling faintly in relief.

Katherine froze. Turning to face him, she fixed him with a steely glare.

"You didn't know if it would work?" she asked angrily, her fury mounting.

Silas looked quite scared. He took a step back.

"Not for sure. I knew the others would come back, wasn't sure about us, because we're travellers too. That's why I didn't want you to come with me."

Katherine relaxed. He'd known her daughter would be saved. Okay, that's forgiveable. She thought.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him, throwing as much passion as she could into it. She hadn't realised how much she had wanted this, him, until she had done so. Her happiness had barely begun when suddenly Nadia came storming from further down the field, from where the others were scattered, standing up and looking around disorientated. She looked furious. Steam should have been billowing out of her ears. She had definetly inherited the Petrova Fire.

Katherine opened her mouth to explain to her daughter, but she was greeted with a sharp slap round the face. Pain shot through her cheek and she staggered back in surprise, holding a hand to her injury.

"What the hell?" Silas snapped, holding Katherine up.

"Ow." was all Katherine could muster through the pain.

"How could you do that to me? Did you not even think? It may not have even worked!" Nadia yelled angrily.

"Well it did, didn't it?" Katherine said, nursing her throbbing face.

"You abandoned me. For him. Your own daughter. You left me again." Tears were flowing freely down Nadia's cheeks now. Katherine softened, her motherly instincts coming out of their shell. She swiped at Nadia's tears.

"I'm sorry, it was the only way. Besides, it's horrible to die alone." she smiled. Nadia wiped at her eyes before pulling Katherine into a tight hug. She smiled, wrapping her arms around her daughter. The others, now having spotted them, were running towards them.

"What the hell was that?" asked Damon, looking around, astounded.

Katherine grinned, at the look on his face, still hugging Nadia, who was refusing to let go.

"I told you. Love."

Damon still looked confused.

Silas sighed. "Basically, the place we were in was a trap created using our blood. When we died the blood became useless and the trap ceased to exist and killed the travellers."

Nadia released her mother from her tight grip, still looking upset.

"So, we're back. We're free. No more travellers." Stefan said suspiciously. Silas nodded.

"Soo, where do we go now?" Caroline asked, brushing off her jeans.

"Can we go back to Mystic Falls? Would the magic there have dissipated?" asked Elena, longing written all over her face. She wanted to go home.

Silas frowned. "Not likely, the doppelgängers are all still alive, so the spell may still be intact."

"We're free from the travellers. We can go wherever we want. Apart from maybe Mystic Falls." Katherine smiled. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She hadn't felt this sort of freedom in five hundred years. She hadn't realised how it made her feel alive.

She hadn't realised she had still remained dead the moment she jumped off that chair with a noose around her neck.

She grasped Silas' hand tightly in her own, and he smiled at her bold action. He knew she had rarely ever done it before.

She laughed, relishing in her freedom. "Maybe with our newfound freedom we can pay Klaus a long overdue visit..."

"I hear New Orleans is beautiful this time of year," Silas agreed, tugging on her hand, still smiling.

When she looked at him, she felt that she could do it. She could do anything.

And so, she did.

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