Prologue

This idea was thought and mostly written up before I saw the tumblr post ( post/153255505090), I swear, but I screamed with joy when I saw it. Based off of how many notes that got, I decided to publish this.

The lights are blinding, as you'd expect them to be, and Asami feels her hands still firmly gripping Korra's. She gives a soft smile, finally feeling somewhat whole for once, and gives Korra's rough hands a squeeze for assurance that this was real. Korra rubs her thumb over the other girl's soft skin and smiles wide at her love. This is where they were meant to be: with each other.

After agonizing years of fighting people, spirits, and anything else that came their way, a relaxing trip meant for just the two of them is exactly what they need. No distractions, they can just be Korra and Asami. Sure, they had no regrets for anything, and they were happy to help save the world time after time, but everyone deserves a break. They were finally getting that. A moment to breathe, be with each other, and love each other, for as long as they need.

And they loved each other, so much. Through thick and thin, they were always there for one another and they both knew they always would be. No matter the time, place, or if they were miles and miles apart, they would come back to each other, because they're Korra and Asami, and no one can beat that.

Suddenly, everything goes wrong. The lights become increasingly bright, to the point where neither of them can see anything besides white, and there are loud noises and the ground beneath them is shaking and crumbling.

Asami shouts out "Korra!", but to no avail as she feels her long-time friend slipping away. Then she begins to drift off, her eyes beginning to droop, despite her best efforts to keep them open. She wants to stay awake and figure out what's going on, but nothing in her body is allowing that, and so she falls unconscious with the world spinning around her.

"Okay, show us what you got," is the first thing Asami hears when she comes to. It sounds like the voice of an annoyed old lady who's been waiting for her son to start his magic trick for the past 10 minutes. She finds herself standing in a car garage with a woman adorning what looks to be a very expensive cream-coloured outfit, accessorized with what looks to be a very expensive scarf, and some very expensive jewellery. She's standing next to a younger man, about Asami's age, who's smiling smugly as if he knows a little too much. Asami herself is draped in a worn-out, navy, mechanic's jumpsuit with the name Lena stitched into the right chest. Her hair is done up messily and her hands are covered in car grease. This feels familiar to Asami, so she strolls over to the cart with all the tools and picks up a lug wrench.

"What would you like me to do, mother?" she asks carefully. Asami's memories as a girl named Lena Luthor flood into her brain. She can't remember how she got to the garage, but there she was, about to perform something from a Nascar pit stop. A sense of dissociation washes over her, and she feels as though she's meant to be doing this exact same thing, but somewhere completely different. Maybe Gotham City?

"Prove to us you're worthy of being a Luthor!" The older woman shouts at her. Asami doesn't flinch, but nods her head and gets down to business. She knows what she has to do to show her family that she deserves this. Lena's worked all her life to prove herself to Lex and their mother, and Asami's not about to mess it up. She begins her work on the car, an intense feeling of familiarity washing over her.

After about 2 minutes, all 4 tires have been removed, filled with air to the exact right pressure, and placed back on the car, perfect for driving once again. Asami twirls the wrench in her hands and grins, proud of her work. Her mother stands pleased, a satisfied smile on her face. Lex has a sinister look in his eyes, one you'd see in someone evil, and his smirk gives Asami chills. They congratulate her accomplishment and their mom walks over and shakes her hand.

"Thank you dear, your work will benefit mine and your brother's company quite well," she says firmly, looking Asami dead in the eyes. "Welcome to Luthor Corp."

Korra feels herself lying on a cold surface, and there's pain coursing through her body as she attempts to sit up. When her eyes slowly open, she takes in the environment around her. She's in what looks to be an underground layer and there is a crowd of people in armour watching her, waiting for her next move.

"Give her some space, agents," she hears a man's low voice say. The crowd backs away slightly, giving Korra room to sort herself out. She stands up slowly and brushes herself off, stretching and cracking her neck.

"Rough landing," Korra mumbles and looks around the place. She's in a large room that has a platform in the centre with a lot of technology she's unfamiliar with. The lighting is low, and everything seems very futuristic. She can't wrap her head around what's going on and is about to ask when all of a sudden someone rushes up to her and starts talking quickly.

"Oh my god, are you alright? What happened? You just fainted! Please tell me you're ok, what are you even doing here?" A girl rambles on, asking question after question, when finally the low voice from before stops her.

"Agent Danvers, please, give Kara some space," he orders, and the lady reluctantly backs away again. Kara? That's me, right? Yeah, Kara, that feels familiar, she thinks to herself. "Now, Kara. Do you think you can describe yourself to us?" The man asks.

"Uh, yes, my name is Kara Danvers. My sister is Alex Danvers, parents Jeremiah and Eliza Danvers, I live in National City and work as Cat Grant's personal assistant," Korra says, starting slow but growing confidence as she continues to list facts about her life.

"Ok, that will do. Thank you," Hank, she remembers, cuts her off. He's breathing a sigh of relief, and Alex runs to hug her, squeezing tight. Korra hugs back, a little too tight, as she hears Alex struggling.

"Haha… sorry, guess I forgot about my own strength for a second there," Korra apologizes. Super strength? Oh, right. Super powers from Krypton, she remembers. "Yeah, I don't know what happened, I came to see Alex during my lunch break and out of nowhere I felt faint. Probably just working myself too hard. I love Cat, but sometimes her demands are pretty tall, even for me," Korra explains, events of the day coming back to her. The fall must have slightly affected my memories for a bit, there.

"You're okay, though, right?" Alex asks, and Korra nods with a smile of reassurance. Yeah, I'm fine now.

"I should probably head back to CatCo now, Ms. Grant's coffee won't deliver itself," Korra jokes, and makes her way out of what she remembers to be the DEO. She does her best to ignore it, but she can't shake the feeling that something is definitely off.

This story and its chapters are going to be episode by episode, and will try to stay as canon as I can keep it, given the situation. I will most likely update every week, sometime around the time a new episode is aired, but not all promises are well kept, my apologies. I hope you like it, and feel free to leave a review/comment! Also, if you'd like, you can follow my tumblr: nevermindthebuzzc0cks