Christmas morning in Greenwich was freezing; one of the coldest that the weathermen had seen. The Macmahon household was already humming with activity. Linda was giving directions to the cook, Vince was in the study looking over paperwork, drinking his coffee; wanting to get it done before the rest of the family gathered. Marissa, Shane and the kids were making their way down the staircase when the doorbell rang. Shane opened it expecting it to be Dean and his niece, only to be surprised to see a deliveryman standing with a small package. He signed for the package and brought it in to the living room. Vince and Linda came from their separate rooms ready to greet Aurora and Dean, slightly confused when they didn't see either guest. "Who was at the door?" Linda asked Shane.

"It was a delivery man, he brought this small package; it says, 'Macmahon Family' but no return address. Maybe it's a present that Aurora bought somewhere near the university and she had it shipped here rather than try to pack it?" Shane handed the package to his father. Vince opened the mailer, his face mirrored his confusion.

"It's a video tape" Vince announced while looking the tape over. "There isn't any indication of where it came from or who sent it. It doesn't even have what is on the tape written anywhere. I guess the only way to find out is to watch it." Vince slipped the tape into the antiquated VCR, they only kept the machine because most of their family movies were on VHS tapes, and hadn't been transferred to DVD yet. It was one of those jobs on the list of things they meant to do, but had been too busy to accomplish. At first, the video was unclear, whoever was filming it was moving the video camera around too much to make out anything clearly. Finally, it came to rest, most likely on a tripod or on some other spot that it could sit while it was recording. They were all surprised when Randy moved in front of the camera, smug grin on his face.

"Happy Holidays Macmahon Family! I kept trying to decide what I should get you for Christmas, and then it came to me; I could make a video for you all to enjoy on Christmas Morning. You know H, I've always been your man; someone needed to learn a lesson, you would send me to the ring to do just that. I've been so loyal to you and Stephanie, of course Vince as well. Which is why I'm confused about something. I'm confused as to why you both wouldn't have put a bigger effort in to getting Aurora to be with me. I thought maybe I wasn't clear about the fact that I was in love with her; but no, I never hid that from anyone. Hell, I woke you both up that night at the hotel to tell you that your daughter had that 'mutt' in her hotel suite. You really should have believed me, I only had her best interest in mind. I mean, come on! Ambrose is a mangy, street dog; he needs to be put down. He'll never be able to give her the life I could give her. You didn't believe me though, you took Aurora's word for it, do you realize she LIED to you? What did you do then? Huh? Did you give me the same loyalty I've always given you? NO, you didn't! Instead, you welcomed that scum into your family; and now I hear they're going to get married. Still, even after all of that; I'm willing to be loyal to you. Oh! I almost forgot, Aurora is here! Say Hi to your family sweetheart." Randy moved to one side, revealing Aurora laying on cement, out cold. "Well, I guess she isn't in the talking mood right now." Randy's face twisted into an evil smirk. "Don't worry, she'll be fine in about an hour." He laughed.

"I swear to god! I'm going to kill that son-of-a-bitch if he hurts even a single hair on her!" Paul roared. Stephanie came and put her hand on her husband's arm.

"Randy wouldn't hurt her right? He's just a little jealous, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to do anything to her; right?" Stephanie asked, really trying to convince herself that nothing would happen, than to calm her husband down.

"Ambrose doesn't deserve her," Randy's voice low and dangerous sounding. The family watched as Randy picked up the seemingly lifeless top half, resting Aurora's head on his lap, absently stroking her hair. He bowed his head down and kissed the unconscious woman. Shane started to feel uncomfortable, he prayed things weren't headed the way he was imagining it was going to. He looked over at Marissa.

"Hun, why don't you take the boys upstairs and get them to brush their teeth, they haven't done that yet this morning right?" He looked at her making a quick motion for her to get them out of the room. She nodded and gathered the boys up and heading upstairs with them. He was very glad he had sent them when he did, the next 15 minutes of the video was sickening. Shane finally had to look away, Stephanie and Linda were both distraught and crying. Vince and Paul were loudly discussing what they would do to him if they found Randy. Even with his head turned, Shane couldn't drown out the sound of Randy's voice narrating what he was doing in graphic detail and taunting comments aimed at his niece. His sister finally couldn't take anymore and had run from the room; and could now be heard retching in the bathroom.

The family that was left in the room had gone silent. Linda through her tears was the one to ask the question that everyone knew needed to be asked, but that none of them wanted to say it. "W...Who is going to tell Aurora? She has to know and that bastard obviously either drugged her or hit her in the head, either way; she doesn't know. How could one person do that to another person?" She crossed the room and hugged Vince.

"I'll tell her. This is my fault, Randy was always a bit off; but I didn't know he was capable of that. I should have known." Paul responded to the rest of the family, in such a soft voice that it sounded like he was miles away from them. The anger bubbled inside him and at the same time the guilt was gnawing at him. How could he not have seen this was coming? He had pushed Randy at her for years, if only he had known. He never would have let the man anywhere near his baby girl. No one said another word out loud, there were quiet whispers between Paul and Stephanie. They could only sit in the living room waiting, waiting for their loved one; waiting to crush her love of this holiday and bracing for the devastation and destruction that would ensue once Dean knew. Thirty minutes had passed, yet it seemed like so much longer when the somber gathering in the living room heard the front door open, and heard Aurora and Dean jokingly yelling for people to wake up. Wearing big smiles and with Dean's arm around her waist, the two stopped abruptly as they saw serious faces turn to look at them.

"Oh come on, you can't be mad that we skipped out of here last night. Yes, we should have said something but I didn't want to ruin things for the boys." Aurora explained to the group. The smile left her face after she realized no one had offered even a glimpse of a smile, or seem to take the offered apology. "What's going on? Why is everyone so damn quiet and sad looking? Did Santa not bring you what you wanted this year, because I apparently have a direct line to him." Aurora got a bad feeling when her father stood up and told her that they needed to talk to her about something; then offered her a seat. Vince told Dean that he had something to show him in the other room, but Aurora refused to let his hand go. "Whatever it is, you can say it in front of Dean." She said defiantly.

"Okay Aurora. Dean can stay here with you." Paul said as he ran one hand over his face and over the top of his head. "Come sit down on the couch, hun." He said as he pointed to an empty couch. "Last night, when you and Dean left here, what did you do?" He said, still trying to decide how to go about telling her what had happened.

"Not much, we went to the hotel and then we walked down to the nightclub down the street. Why?" She said suspiciously. If this was another "talk" about Dean and how they weren't sure he was good enough for her, she'd be pissed; especially since they had all seemed to come around.

"Aurora, did anything unusual happen at the club?" He asked, trying to decide whether it would be worse that she'd have an idea of what had occurred or if it would be worse, to not know and be told. Neither option was pleasant. Aurora looked at Dean and then back at her father.

"Well, I apparently have become a lightweight when I'm drinking. I got tipsy and went to go get some air. I think I must have blacked out I woke up on the asphalt behind the club. Then I found Dean and we went back to the hotel. I was a bit sore, but I'm guessing it's because I fell when I passed out. I don't understand why you're asking about last night for." Aurora started to feel unsettled, she griped Dean's hand harder.

"Jesus! I've been thinking for an hour now, on how to tell you; I can't think of any way other than to just tell you. You weren't tipsy, you were drugged and you didn't fall. SHIT! I'm sorry hun, so very sorry!" Her father broke down for the first time since they had seen the video. Aurora had never seen her father cry before, she knew it must be something really bad to illicit that type of response from him. She suddenly had a nauseous feeling.

"Drugged? How do you know that? If I didn't fall than what did happen?" She questioned. The room became quiet again except for her father's sobs. "Someone tell me what's going on!" She yelled at them, suddenly realizing that no one was looking at her. They all were looking at the floor. Vince came over and put his hand on Aurora's shoulder.

"There was a videotape delivered this morning, it was from Randy. He must have slipped something in your drink. The video was him ranting about how your parents should have pushed you harder to be with him. Then he filmed himself..." Vince had to stop and take a deep breath. "He filmed himself raping you, he sent it here so we'd all see it and..." That's all he could get out before Aurora jumped off the couch and barely made it to the trash can in the living room before she emptied the contents of her stomach. Dean didn't move from where he was standing, lost in a limbo between going over to comfort his future wife, or storming out to track Randy down so he could rip Randy's organs out. While he wasn't giving up on the second option, he crossed the room quickly and held Aurora's hair back; he simultaneously supported her weight to keep her from falling over onto the floor. Dean gave Paul a look that reminded him of the matches he had seen Dean perform as Jon Moxley. The one that just screamed, "I'm going to kill him, unless one of you physically restrains to keep me from doing it!"

Dean took a few shaky, deep breaths; he need to stay cool for Aurora. It was an alien feeling to him, his instinct was to be predatory. Growing up, he'd learned to survive; he practiced "Eye for an Eye" like a religious zealot. No one stole from him and didn't end up wishing they hadn't. Aurora was HIS, and he had known it from the moment she had climbed into that ring and kissed him. Suddenly, he realized he could hear a sound that brought him out of his own thoughts. The noise sounded like a wounded animal, it was followed by several hits to his chest. He focused on the pounding and realized that the sound and the pounding were coming from the same place; it was Aurora. She had stopped vomiting and now was screaming and hitting him. He knew that neither were aimed at him, his mind panicked briefly; but some little voice inside of him told him to embrace her. She stopped hitting his chest and had buried her face in his t-shirt, soaking it with her tears. "You're safe, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. Baby, listen to me; we need to call the cops. I know you have a million emotions happening right now; but if we don't call them and give them the videotape, Randy will get away with this." He had one hand on her head, holding it to him, while the other rubbed her back. Aurora never said a word, just nodded into his shirt. He looked at Paul, giving him a non-verbal okay to make the call.

An almost child-like voice broke the silence; barely a whisper, "It's my fault. I made him look like a fool. This is my punishment, I shouldn't have done that; I knew he'd be humiliated. I just kept prodding him, It's my fault!" Aurora's eyes just stared past Dean at some invisible target, until Dean put a hand on each side of her face, making her look directly at him; the pad of each thumb wiping the running mascara from her cheeks.

"Listen to me!" Dean said a little louder and forceful than he had intended. He sighed. "Listen to me, this is not your fault and everyone one of us here know that. I won't listen to you say that anymore. Randy is a rabid dog who needs to put down. He's lucky that Vince, Shane, your father and I don't know where he is right now; if we did; he would be dead by the time the sun came up! Believe that! You don't need to worry about him anymore, he's punched his ticket to go to either into a cemetery plot or a prison cell, I don't think it's any surprise which one I choose." Dean placed a kiss on Aurora's forehead and held her possessively.

"Dean is right, baby. Nothing you did gave him the right to touch you period. You're such a strong woman, I'm proud to be your mother." Stephanie sat on the floor next to her daughter. "You have been through so much and I wish that I could say that your father and I weren't the cause of years of that pain. Unfortunately, we were and that is something we regret so much. Do you know how remarkable you are? Despite your father and I not only trying to control your life and the many mistakes we made while you were growing up; you're following your dreams of becoming a Physical Therapist and you found a man who loves you more than he loves himself. You did those things, and don't let anyone ever steal that from you!" Stephanie hugged her daughter the best she could, considering that Aurora had curled into Dean so closely, it was almost too difficult to tell where one of their bodies started and the other one's ended. That was until a booming, thunderous voice broke the silence. It only succeeded in causing Aurora to jump and wrap herself even more around Dean. Both Dean and Stephanie's head whipped around towards the noise. It was Vince, he wasn't going to sit around and wait for the cops to show up. So in true "Vince" style he was right on the phone and had contacted the first of the members of the board. He was after Randy's head, he fully intended to make sure Randy had no job and that was