First fanfic, don't hate it too much. I did my best, know it sucks, but oh well! Mainly about Korra and Mako about 2 years after the war, and how they're dealing with themselves. Really short, but they'll get longer eventually. Rated T for violence, some language, and a few themes, but no lemons ever. Hope you guys like it. ~BFA1998

Chapter One: Determination

The announcer, his voice loud and clear, booms over the pro bending arena, making Korra's head hurt, and it's already pretty bad from training. But she's a little too distracted to care.

"An Ricoo fires two quick shots at Korra, and oh that's a close one! Korra quickly bends the water back at him, knocking him back one!"

No one saw it, except maybe Mako and Bolin, but that burned her. She can feel her tan flesh boiling ever so slightly, turning red, already throbbing. She's doing her best to fight back the tears, not to go right up to that ass and pound his face, but this is the finals, and they gotta play it fair.

"And Minka sails off the field, into the drink! And here we go folks, the moment we've been waiting for. Both the badger moles and fire ferrets are tied, one round each! Mako fires multiple shots at Dusti, and Minka covers for him!"

Stop listening to him and focus! You've got a championship to win! Korra screamed in her head. Sweat pouring down her face, joints are killing her, and she can slowly feel herself about to slip. Her river-blue eyes are determined, and she's determined to win this. No, she has to win this. Last year, she let her team down when she had been too paranoid to show up to practice. That was the year the Equalists were starting to show their faces again, and Korra had nearly been killed. And missing practice really does number on you. Bolin understood how she felt, I mean, after finding her in a street her head cracked open, blood pouring out, scars running down her arms, broken legs, her once shining eyes dark and terrified, it's hard not to forgive them. But Mako wasn't there. He was gone, he didn't see her horror. after they lost that year, Mako refused to speak to Korra for the next 2 and a half months.

Those badger moles, they did something crafty. Before she knew it all of them, Korra, and Mako, and Bolin, all sailing off the edge. Okay, so maybe they didn't try something. Korra was furious and starting to lose her grip on reality.

She did her best to drag on, stay on the floor, but she couldn't stop, and it was too late when she could. Korra watched helplessly as the field began to rise above. No! She worked to hard to lose this! reaching up, she grabbed the edge, barely hanging on. Her burn was festering now, each shot of pain weakening her. It didn't help that Bolin still clung to her leg, no, they weren't giving up so easily.

"Korra!" he cried, and yet again she saw the fear in his shining green eyes. But there was something else buried in their. Determination. They shared it. "Listen! I'm gonna swing you up, don't worry about me! Win this for us, please Bolin!" she pleaded, as her grip was slowly slipping. He nodded, and she used her last amount of effort to swing him up. It was too much for her, because as he jumped onto the field, she sank in the freezing water.

The platform was rising, and Korra got a view of what was going on. Bolin had already gotten two of them off, and was duking it out with a firebender. She stared at him, dodging each attack, but Korra could see Bolin was weakening. "Please Bolin, please, win this for us" she muttered as she soon came face to face with Mako's amber eyes.

"You ok?" His eyes were worried, glued onto his brother, but still talking to her. She shook her head and looked at her burn. It wasn't as big as she thought, slightly smaller than the palm of her hand. It had turned a reddish color, and bubbled a little here and there. She gagged. Sitting down on the bench, she watched as Bolin knocked that kid all the way down. Something grew in her stomach. We won...we won! Mako let out a triumphant cheer, and Korra just kept screaming. Reaching the field, they stood together, the first time winners, the fire ferrets.

The crowd roared, blasting Korra's eardrums out. She should be happy, after all, winning the championship at 19 wasn't too shabby, but there was only two things she wanted.

A few drinks and a nap.