*Wiggly finger wave* Yup, Jinora is the last airbender (even though she lost her bending), and Skoochy magically becomes... Read to find out. Chances are you can guess, or you've read this from before I strung them all together. Whatevs. I still don't own anything. You would have heard about if Nick had randomly decided to sell the rights to Korra to some random, overly-obsessed fanfiction writer, doncha think?

"Jinora," someone whispered, shaking her shoulder roughly, and her eyes snapped open as she automatically brought a hand up to send a blast of air at them.

Nothing happened, and she felt the familiar ache in her chest when she realized that.

"Skoochy?" she asked blearily, rubbing her eyes. "What's wrong? Do you need me to-"

"No, no mission," he said, his voice shaking slightly. Not enough that most people would notice, but Jinora knew him well enough to pick up on his distress.

"Skooch, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned, reaching over and flipping on the light by her bed.

"I'm gonna show you something," he said weakly, turning and sitting on her bed and taking a deep breath. "And you have to promise not to freak out."

"Okay," Jinora said promptly, crossing her legs and turning to face him. "What is it?"

"I mean it," he said fiercely. "You absolutely, positively, cannot freak out."

"Okay," Jinora repeated, a little less certainly. "I promise."

"All right," he said, then took another deep breath. "All right."

He held out his hand, palm up, and she stared at it uncomprehendingly.

"Skoochy, what am I supposed to-"

"Wait," he said, his brow creased in concentration. He shook his hand slightly, and Jinora let out an involuntary cry, slapping her hand over her mouth.

There was a flame floating an inch above Skoochy's hand. Small and weak, but a flame nonetheless.

He was firebending.

Despite the fact that he was an earthbender.

"Is this real?" she asked in a hushed voice, and he nodded his head mutely.

"I... I had this dream," he said after a moment's hesitation. "I saw Korra."

"You saw... Korra?"

"Not just Korra," he continued weakly. "Aang. Roku. Kyoshi. Kuruk. Yangchen. Hundreds if them, all the past Avatars. They told me about the Avatar state."

"I know about that," Jinora said when he looked at her unsurely. "Dad told me. It's where the Avatar gains complete control over every element, combining the knowledge of every past Avatar. And if the Avatar dies in the Avatar state..." She stopped as realization dawned. "Oh, spirits," she whispered in horror. "That happened to Korra, didn't it? The cycle was broken."

No one had seen Korra die, though after that final, decisive battle, Amon and Tarrlok had produced the twenty-two-year-old's body as definite proof that she was gone.

"Yes," Skoochy said faintly. "There's no more Avatar. No one..."

"Your dream," Jinora murmured. "What did they say? All the Avatars."

"They said the cycle had been broken before," Skoochy murmured. "That Korra wasn't the first to die in the Avatar state. Neither was Aang.

"There was a firebdender," Skoochy continued in that same soft, almost haunted voice, "a couple thousand years ago. And he was killed in the Avatar State..."

He took a deep breath.

"So they started over."

"Started over?" Jinora asked, not understanding. "What does that mean?"

"They created a new Avatar," Skoochy said, leaning against the stone wall.

"You mean..." Jinora said carefully, although her heart was pounding and she wanted to scream she was so excited, "they had a new baby become the Avatar?"

"No. They picked an airbender who was around twenty or so to be the Avatar, because he was already a master of his own element... And then they gave him the power to bend other things."

Again, he bent that small flame in his hand, then closed his hand into a fist to put it out. They stared at each other.

"Jinora," he said finally, "I think... I think I'm the Avatar."