Epilogue
“Mako!” Korra calls.
“Mako?” Asami asks, looking around.
The two alphas were looking for the omega to tell him some good news but couldn’t find him.
The three had gotten rather close after Korra had shown Lin all of Mako’s degrees and achievements.
She had been highly impressed and didn’t understand how someone could turn down someone with such a vast skill set.
Unfortunately, sexism is a very strong force.
Korra and Asami had slowly grown attached to the omega and were trying to court him.
Unfortunately for them, all of those degrees didn’t mean the omega wasn’t oblivious.
Tenzin had tried to help them on several occasions but it never really seemed to work.
Until a couple of months ago.
Mako finally realized they were courting gifts, much to Korra and Asami’s pleasure.
But he had said no.
Korra and Asami were hurt but didn’t press it till Mako finally confessed why.
He told them that he probably wouldn’t work well with them or be good enough and Korra and Asami weren’t having any of that.
The two quickly assured him that they wouldn’t abandon him.
Today had been the day Mako was going to move in with them and they were supposed to propose.
They had been planning it for a month.
“Mako?” Korra calls one last time.
Asami looks at the door concerned,
“Mak- oh!” Asami exclaims as she puts a hand on the door onto tor notice that it’s open.
Korra looks at the door in alarm.
Mako never left the door unlocked.
He said he wouldn’t unless someone broke-
“Mako!” Korra yells, sprinting into the bedroom.
Time seemed to slow down when they saw Mako’s body curled up in a pool of blood.
No breathing, no movement.
Just eerie silence.
Korra rushes to him and immediately tries to stop the bleeding as Asami calls the ambulance.
Several bullet wounds were in Mako’s chest and horrible gashes were all over him.
It was clear whoever did it was aiming to kill.
And to Asami and Korra’s horror, they may have succeeded.
***
He wasn’t healing.
He was just in the coma getting worse and worse.
“We have to pull the wire,” they keep saying. “He isn’t going to make it.”
And Korra and Asami wanted to plead so badly that he is.
But even they knew a lost cause.
So they go in slowly, the last ten minutes on Mako’s life.
“We were going to propose,” Korra says, empty.
Asami nods.
She pulls out the ring.
“It was all planned out.”
“You wanted a spring wedding.”
“We wanted a fall.”
“So Tenzin suggested a Summer wedding, beachside.”
“We said we’d discuss it with you if you said yes.”
“But we guess we’ll just never know.”
At this point Asami’s breath was ragged and Korra’s voice was shaking.
The heart monitor flatlines and both alphas close their eyes and look away because how?
How could they look at the person they love that just died in front of them?
The ring slips from Asami’s fingers and clatters uselessly to the floor.
When the funeral takes place, Mako is buried with the ring on his finger.