So. Legend of Korra. Who's a fan? Yeah? Me, too! How about that? At first, I thought I wasn't going to like it because no Aang, no Toph, no Sokka, no Zuko, no Momo, no Appa, no Iroh, no Suki, no nothing―other than Katara, of course,―that made A:TLA so awesome. So I didn't even bother watching the first few episodes as they were coming on. But then my brothers started showing me little pieces of episodes they thought were funny and the next thing I know, I'm fucking hooked on the shit and getting kind of pissed that there's only going to be twenty-some episodes in the whole series. I mean seriously, it's really really evil to get a person hooked on a show only to end it twenty episodes later. Anyway, after falling madly in love with the show, I came on here, obviously, looking for fics that pertained to Korra meeting Aang. But as I searched, I realized I wanted more than that; I wanted to read something about Korra going back in time and meeting original Team Avatar. And then it became I wanted Korra, new Team Avatar―a name I wholeheartedly reject, by-the-by,―Tenzin, and his family to all go back in time someway or another and meet original Team Avatar and... Something. I hadn't figured the rest out at the time, but thought I'd know it when I found it. And you know what? I never did find what I was looking for. So I did what any good writer would do in my situation. I sat down, and I started to write the story I wanted very much to read. As I started typing, things started coming to me and I know where I want to take this and what I want to do with it. Kind of.

Anyway, in case you couldn't tell, this is a cross-over of TLA and LOK. Now in the TLA world, this takes place... Okay, I hadn't figured that out exactly yet. I'm obviously taking liberties here and kind of messing around with things, but so what; it's a fanfiction, after all. So, after some thinking and a little bit of research, I came to the conclusion that this takes place after "The Boiling Rock, Part 2" but before "The Ember Island Players," and we're going to pretend that, in "The Southern Raiders," Suki went with Hakoda and all them instead of Sokka and the rest of Team Avatar. Because I forgot all about Suki whilst typing this up and I kind of don't want to bring her in now and mess with the vibe of things, you know? They're in the fire nation, trying to avoid Azula and everyone else who wants them dead, all while trying to come up with a plan and figure out what their next move is. Oh, and they're all back in their fire nation garb. For the moment.

And in the LOK universe, this takes place just after "Out of the Past" with two small details from "Turning the Tides"; *spoiler alert* Pema has already had the baby, and Asami has confronted Mako about his and Korra's kiss. Otherwise everything is the same as it was after "Out of the Past." Asami and Mako are still dating, unfortunately, Bolin, Asami, and Mako are staying on Air Temple Island, Korra still can't air bend and Lin―as in Beifongstill has her bending. *End spoiler alert* Any questions? Good. On with it, then.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, or Legend of Korra. I sure as hell wish I did, but, alas, I don't. Not today, anyway.


It was a cool night in the fire nation that night as Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph and Zuko all sat around a fire, waiting for their dinner to finish cooking, with Appa and Momo napping nearby. The sky was dark, the moon high in the sky illuminating everything with no clouds around to dilute it, the stars were shining bright yet dimmer than usual, as though allowing the moon its moment to be the true center of attention, the air was cool and refreshing considering it was the fire nation, but welcoming nonetheless after a day of having to travel on foot through the humid forest, each and every one of them sweating buckets as the day wore on until finally they refused to take another step forward for the day and made camp early. Usually, they would have just all climbed on Appa's back and traveled that way, but the flying bison had suddenly come down with a cold that made flying too much of a task for him, and, quite frankly, too much of an aggravation for everyone else; as every time he sneezed, instead of going forward, he went backwards, causing them to lose a good chunk of any land they had managed to cover. So they had decided it would be in everybody's best interest if they just walked everywhere until Appa was feeling better. To their surprise, Appa was actually sneezing less now that he was walking instead of flying, so they had speculated that maybe it wasn't a cold and perhaps allergies instead. Or something… Regardless, they were ground-bound until further notice, and it was becoming such a pain in the ass for them.

"Ugh, my feet are killing me," Toph groaned, quickly kicking the bottomless fire nation shoes off her feet and rubbing one of them.

"You're not the only one, Toph," Katara told her, taking her own shoes off as well, her throbbing feet sighing slightly as they were freed from their imprisonment. And she was right, too; all of them had throbbing feet, aching muscles, sweaty brows. It had been a hard couple of days for all of them, but somehow they made it through each and every one of them and kept moving forward the next day. Somehow, they always made it through and kept with what they were doing. Being young really had its advantages. Stubbornness was one of them, though some preferred to call it persistence, not that it really mattered which word was used, so long as the job got done. And it did. To an extent, anyway.

"Yeah, but I am the only one who uses their feet to see, Sugar Queen," Toph pointed out, which no one could exactly argue with. The others all kicked off their own shoes as well and took a couple of minutes to relax, feeling their muscles unclench and loosen up as they forgot for a moment all their worries and problems and aching muscles and joints. For just a minute, each of them was in their own state of relaxation, their own personal happy place, if you will.

"I'll do a healing session on your feet after dinner, Toph; see if that might help any." Katara sighed, letting the cool air around her take away all her aches and pains, knowing that when she snapped back to reality they would all be there again, but not caring as long as she got this one moment of peace, a rare moment indeed in times of war.

"Whatever you say, Sugar Queen," Toph sighed, burying her feet in the cool dirt, already feeling the throbbing begin to subside just a bit.

"You know, we really shouldn't…" Sokka interrupted himself with a yawn before continuing. "Let our guards down like this. At least, not all at the same time… What if… Fire nation soldiers…" he trailed off with a moan, stretching his neck by tilting it from side-to-side. They all knew what he meant, of course, but that didn't mean it really registered with all of them.

"You're right, Sokka. So you take first watch and the rest of us will just sit here and… Relax." Katara told him, stretching her arms above her head and moaning slightly as she felt her muscles loosen even more. She really never noticed during the day just how tired and taxing their predicament was on her, and all of them really, but once night rolled around the reality almost became too much to bear; they were just a bunch of kids biting off more than they could ever hope to chew. Individually, anyway. As a team, however, their chances of success weren't so slim. When they worked together, sure they were still tired and sore and achy, but they got much more accomplished. Sure they were still just a bunch of kids who were expected to end a hundred-year-long war, and sometimes all that responsibility and expectation might be a bit intimidating, but knowing they had one another to rely on definitely helped ease that feeling in all of them, whether they were willing to admit it or not.

"Nah, you know what? If any Fire Nation soldiers come a knocking, we'll just… Do what we do. Bash skulls and all that magic bending junk you guys do… Is the food ready yet?"

"I don't know, Sokka, you better check on it."

"You heard the lady, Aang; check on the food."

"She told you to do it, Snoozles, not Twinkletoes."

"It's fine, Toph; I got it, Sokka." Aang shrugged, floating over to the fire where their dinner was boiling. It was a stew of some sort that Katara had thrown together after they got done setting up camp and had all voiced their hunger and had whined about who was going to cook, what there was to eat, when were they going to eat, and all that junk. All Aang really knew about it was that there was no meat in it, much to Sokka's dismay. Katara had told her brother that if he went out and caught something, she would prepare it for him, but he had decided against it; either too tired or too lazy to go out looking for something, though since it was Sokka and it was meat they were talking about, it was probably the latter.

Aang took the ladle hanging off the side of the pot and stirred the stew then raised a bite of it to his mouth. Mmm, Katara had really out-done herself this time! It was smoky and sweet and sour and salty all at the same time, coming together in a taste that he could only describe as… delicious. "Oh yeah; it's done alright." He announced, licking his lips as he dipped the ladle back into the pot and grabbed a bowl from the pile near it, then filled it up and passed it to Sokka with a spoon; the sooner he was fed the sooner he would let the rest of them have a little peace and quiet.

"How is it, Aang?" Katara asked

"Delicious, Katara." He assured her, her face lighting up with a smile at his words. "Really delicious." He said again, just to get her to smile wider. And she did, which made him smile wider, as well. God, how he loved her smile! He loved it even more when it was him who was making her smile. The moment was ruined, however, by none other than Sokka, who brandished his spoon as a sort of weapon high in the air, as though holding a sword above his head and about to run off into battle. It would have looked silly on anyone else, but it fit right in with the kind of person Sokka was, so no one batted an eyelash at him as he twirled it in the air and cried out indignantly,

"I'll be the judge of that, Mr. Avatar." He dipped his spoon into his bowl and brought it up into his mouth then chewed ever so slowly, lowered the spoon back into the bowl, swallowed and turned to Katara, who was waiting expectantly for his reaction. "Katara…" He started slowly. "This is, by far… The single most incredible thing I've ever eaten in my entire life! Seriously, what did you do to this stew to make it so incredible without meat?"

She smiled at him. Not quite as wide as she'd smiled at Aang, the air bending monk noticed, but still wide enough to show she was flattered by his compliment. With a sigh, Aang began to pass out a bowl of the stew to everyone else. First to Toph, then Zuko, then Katara, and then he took his own bowl and returned to his place beside Katara with another inward sigh. They might have been at war, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy themselves every now and then. Good food, good friends, good memories, what more could a person ask for? So they were all a little sore and dirty and tired, they would get through it. They always did and they always would.

"It really is delicious, Katara."

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Korra sat in Tenzin's living room, her legs crossed, her fists clenched and held together in front of her stomach. It was just after dinner so everyone was still hanging around, letting their food digest and all that. Mako and Bolin were playing with Pabu, Tenzin and Pema were cooing over the newest addition to their family, a baby boy they had yet to name, Asami was in the kitchen doing the dishes, Jinora had her nose in a book, Meelo and Ikki were in the corner playing some sort of guessing game, though considering how fast they were talking, it really was hard to be sure, Lin Beifong was sitting near Meelo and Ikki, tasked with making sure they didn't go off and break something or get into any trouble, and Korra... She was sitting peacefully away from the others. Meditating, of all things. Ever since experiencing those flashbacks of Yakone's trial and Aang taking away his bending, she had been meditating more than she'd ever been able to in the past, not for the reason Tenzin liked to believe, however, which was trying to get in touch with the spiritual side of bending and find inner peace or whatever sort of junk he talked about when she wasn't paying a lick of attention to him. What she was really doing was trying to cross over to the spirit world, or contact Aang, or even experience more flashbacks from him, in hopes that she would, in some way or another, find the answer for defeating Amon. So far, though, she hadn't had much luck in that department, but that didn't stop her from trying.

This night was no different from any other except for the fact that the room was pretty much full, which would have made meditating even harder if she were still having trouble with it, but given all the time she had put into her meditation as of late, it was just as simple to do it in a room full of her closest friends―and Asami―as it was when she was alone. It was really no different than all the other dozens of times she'd meditated all on her own… So why was it then that, this time, something clicked inside of her after she had been sitting there, completely at peace, completely focused on something deep within herself yet at the same time outside herself for who knows how long? Her eyes snapped open and began to glow a brilliant bright white, and she was surrounded by an aura of the same, brilliant, white light. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to her, not sure what was going on or what they should be expecting. And then, suddenly, everyone else in the house―Tenzin, Pema, the baby, Jinora, Ikki, Meelo, Lin, Mako, Bolin, Pabu, and even Asami―was surrounded by the same brilliant white light, and then… Nothing. There was a flash of white that filled the sky, and everyone inside the house vanished, almost as though they were never even there to begin with.


You know, this looked a lot longer when I was typing it out on word starter... Probably because I was using a different font and font size. Gabriola, size 14, for those of you who were wondering. It's my favorite font. Yes, I have a favorite font. Actually, I have several favorite fonts, but I'm too lazy to type them all out for you. So I'll try and keep my A/Ns shorter from now on, I just needed to fill you guys in on the details concerning this fic in this chapter. So, shorter A/Ns, and I'll try and maybe make the chapters a bit longer from now on? Or maybe about the same length? Hmm, we'll see, I guess. I know this chap was kind of boring and might seem pointless, but I have my reasons. I always do. We'll get into the actual cross-over part of this cross-over next chapter, which I hope to have up by Sunday.

Since I already have one long A/N, I feel it would be a shame to not make this one long as well. My logic is clearly flawless, as you can see.

Anyway, about Asami... I don't like her. She seems crazy. Every time I see her I can't help but think, "Bitch is crazy!" And she is. Something about her just rubs me the wrong way. Actually, me and my brothers talk about this all the time―TV always seems to bring us together as a family―and I mean all the time. My little brother will come into my room whenever and we'll start talking about LOK and we'll get on the subject of Amon or Asami and we have insane discussions about it. And we throw out really insane theories about it, too. Like, who the hell is Amon? Seriously. He can brush off blood-bending and he can energy bend, yet he hates all benders, so just who the hell is he? In that one flash-back we saw, Aang was able to break the hold Yakone's blood-bending had over him by going into the Avatar State, and then using earth bending to hold the fucker still so he could take his bending away, so we know that's one way to break the hold blood bending has over you, but Amon is not the Avatar, so that can't be it. Just who the fuck is he, then? Seriously. And the energy bending thing... Do not even get me started on that.

Anyway, Asami.

Bitch is crazy.

See if you can follow my train of thought here: Korra likes Mako, Mako likes Korra, Asami likes Mako, Mako apparently kind of likes Asami, but Mako likes Korra more, Asami knows Mako likes Korra more, therefore Asami is one pissed bitch. You with me so far? Now you know what they say about a woman scorned; hell hath no fury like it. So I think either Asami is going to dump Mako, or Mako is going to dump Asami. Either way, it will not go well. Because either way, it will be because Mako likes Korra more than he likes Asami, and they all know it. Doesn't matter who acts on that bit of information first, because it will, in the end, be all Korra's fault. In the scheme of things, anyway. So after Asami and Mako call it quits, I totally see Asami going to the dark side. For revenge on Mako, Korra, or both of themif she isn't already. On the dark side, that is, because there is always that possibility. So I can totally see her working for the Equalists just to get back at those two. Or she'll attack and try to kill Korra. Or Mako. Or leave her for dead somewhere. The glove thingy that bitch has really is quite lethal, in case you couldn't tell. I see her using it on Mako just like she did her father, then Bolin, Tenzin and all who would try and get in her way, then I see her using it on Korra, taking her to Amon, and making sure her bending gets taken away for good. Or something like that. I dunno, there's a million different ways the creators could play this. And I know they didn't just bring Asami in as romantic competition for Mako's heart or some shit like that. This series is going to be too short for that sort of thing. There has to be some other reason for Asami being there. There just has to be. Or maybe I'll be proven wrong and Asami will be the bigger person in all this. I dunno, she just seems... funny. Something is off in that head of hers. It just has to be. I don't know what, but that bitch is just kind of... Unstable, if you ask me. Which none of you did. Which is very rude.

Got any theories about who Amon is or how things will play out with Asami? I'd love to hear them; I'm always looking for people like me who like to think way too much about things that aren't even real.

Aaaaanyway, you've heard enough from me this chapter, next time we'll talk more, and hey, I might even have a chapter to go with your A/Ns next time. Wouldn't that be something?

Be sure to let me know what you think!

Always,
~Hisa-Ai~