So sorry about the delay guys! This plot is quickly becoming a lot more complicated than I thought but I love it! I've also been pretty busy working on my other writings so this fic hasn't gotten the attention it deserves. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. (:

12.23.12 1:15pm

"Are you sure you can walk?" Korra eyed Amon's leg. It had only been a day since she "healed" it, or whatever it was she had done. Part of her was still trying to convince herself this was a dream. After all, the dead walking around was one thing, but her controlling an element?

"I'm fine." Amon grumbled.

Korra rolled her eyes at his stubbornness. The man had been dying only 24 hours ago and know he was up and walking around, prepared to take on the New World.

"And you're sure I didn't hurt you?"

"Look," Amon turned to face Korra, annoyance was written plainly across his face. "I am as good as new. Stop asking."

"Whatever." Korra glared at him. Although his leg had improved, Amon's attitude was just as frustrating as ever.

"Are you just going to stand there, or help me find some new clothes?" Amon was still half naked after Korra had to destroy his shirt and pants to heal his leg.

Korra balled her hands into tight fists. It would be just her luck to be one of the only two people left alive and have to deal with a rude asshole.

" 'Please' and 'thank you' go a long way, you know?"

"Please?" Amon said through his teeth.

Jeez! What is this guy's problem?

It wasn't like Korra had just saved his life or anything. The man could be a little nicer.

"Here." Korra tossed him a pile of clothes from the ground next to her feet. "I found these in some guys office while you were sleeping."

Amon caught them and, without a word, walked away to change out of his bloody clothing.

"You're welcome." Korra mumbled as she busied herself with collecting what little supplies she had found. In the same office she had found the clothes, she had been lucky enough to find a backpack. It had a laptop and lots of chocolate bars in it. Apparently, whoever had worked there didn't like the healthier snack choices in the vending machine.

Korra also found a few lunches left behind by former employees. The sandwiches would only last for a little while but the granola bars would help them out until they could find more food. After packing up the food, Korra poured the little bit of water that was left into three different plastic water bottles she had come across (which of course had all been emptied.)

"They're not perfect, but they'll do." Amon said as he walked up to Korra kneeling in front of her backpack.

Korra bit her tongue to keep from voicing a sarcastic remark. The only clothes she had been able to find had been someone's spare suit they kept at work. The dark gray trousers were too big for Amon's slender waist causing them to hang low on his hips. The white button up shirt fit snug around his muscular shoulders, the buttons pulled tight across his chest. Amon had rolled the sleeves up, keeping his forearms bare.

No, the clothes weren't perfect at all. Clearly their former owner preferred eating chocolate bars to working out causing him to be larger in the waist and smaller in the shoulders.

But, damn! Amon still looks attractive.

Korra cleared her throat and looked up at Amon's sour expression instead of his well defined muscles. Even with the bitter look, his face still caused a flutter in the pit of her stomach. He looked like a fallen angel. He appeared to be sculpted by the Gods themselves. His eyes were a golden honey color, between them, his nose was long and strong, strong like his jaw which was spotted with a 5 o'clock shadow.

"Sorry. The department store was fresh out of your size."

Amon's lips twitched as if he were repressing a smile.

"Apology accepted." He said in a calm voice.

Amon was definitely just trying to piss her off now. There was no question about it. Korra could see the laughter in his eyes even as his face remained void of any emotions.

Without replying, Korra snatched her backpack off the ground. She turned to walk out the other side of the building. As she passed Amon, she made sure to jab her shoulder into his arm.

"Daylight's wasting!" Korra called back. At this point she didn't care whether or not he followed her. The next time she came across a dying man, she would walk right by him without a second thought. She'd rather face a herd of the Others than deal with that pretentious prick.

12.23.12 10:53pm

Amon watched the strange woman as she walked in front of him. They were in the woods, the sun had set and yet he didn't have trouble seeing her small frame as she stomped a few yards ahead. He repressed a laugh as she grunted in frustration, trying to untangle a branch from where it had gotten caught in her dark brown hair.

"Here. Let me." Amon gently pushed aside her hands and freed the branch from her hair. "Are you always this loud when you're trying to sneak in the dark?"

Earlier she had proclaimed she wanted to continue through the night to put as much distance between them and the city as they could. But, she had also said they would have to be quiet and not attract any unwanted attention.

"Shut. Up." She fumed. Her large blue eyes glared up at him. Her head didn't even reach past the middle of his chest; she was so small. Amon couldn't help but think of her as fragile even though her black tank top revealed strong arms.

"How about we stop for the night and get some rest?" Amon suggested.

"Why?" Korra narrowed her eyes. She clearly didn't trust him or anything that came out of his mouth.

"My leg is still a bit sore." Amon lied. Honestly, he just wanted to get some sleep. The end of the world could be a bit draining. But he didn't want to voice this. Korra didn't seem tired at all and would probably force him to continue on until she felt like they had reached a safe distance, however far that may be.

"Oh!" Korra's features instantly softened as she glanced down at his leg. "Of course."

They walked for about another twenty minutes before they finally came to a clearing that would allow them to rest a bit.

"You stay here and I'll go get some wood for a fire." Korra left Amon sitting on a flat rock, holding their only supplies.

Amon glanced through the little food and water they had. Tomorrow they'd have to find a town or at least a gas station to stock up on supplies. He had a feeling Korra wouldn't like the idea of that. As soon as they were able, she abandoned the main road in favor of the woods which they had been hiking through for hours now. Amon wasn't very familiar with this area. He'd only been in town to visit his brother. Amon made a mental note to find a map when they went to look for supplies.

"This should get us through the night." Korra's voice announced her presence before she stepped into the clearing, carrying a fairly large armful of branches for firewood. "Grab some rocks, will you?" She pointed to a pile at his feet.

Amon picked up a handful and helped her created a circle on a bare patch of dirt for their fire.

It was funny how quickly he had started thinking in plural nouns instead of just thinking of himself. He hardly knew this woman and yet he didn't plain on letting her go anywhere. She could have been an axe murderer in the Old World but here in the New World that didn't mean a damn thing. There was the living and the Others.

Korra had saved his life without even thinking about it. Without her he would have been live bait for the Others. In the New World, you helped the living. He and Korra might very well be the only two people left. They were in this together whether they liked it or not.

It could be worse.

Amon could be stuck with a fifty year old man who yelled all day about government conspiracy. But instead he had ended up with a head strong, tough as nails woman who was, to be honest, a sight for sore eyes.

"Damn it!" Korra voice burst through Amon's thoughts.

"What?" Amon tried to focus on the task at hand.

"I can't get these to light." Korra held two sticks in her hands, rubbing them together to try and cause a spark.

"Where did you learn your survival skills?" Amon teased.

"Man vs. Wild." Korra blushed at the confession.

"Right." Amon bit back a smile.

"He also had that one thing that easily started the fire. And a knife." She paused, distracted. "A knife would be nice to have right about now."

"We'll find us some weapons tomorrow." Amon promised. "We'll locate a small town, stock up on supplies and figure out where to go from there."

Korra's eyes widened as she listened to him. Amon had the sudden urge to comfort her, to erase all those fears she tried so hard to hide.

After a few tense moments of silence, Korra nodded her head in agreement. "Okay. Tomorrow we'll get supplies." She hid her face behind the curtain of her brown hair as she refocused on starting a fire.

"Would you like some help with that?" Amon asked. The longer the night stretched on, the lower the temperature dropped. It wouldn't have been too terrible if either one of them had a coat.

"No." Korra mumbled. Her fingers grasped the two sticks so tightly that her knuckles were white.

Amon shook his head but didn't offer assistance again.

12.23.12 12:02am

"Look," Amon's voice cut through the tension between them. "Just forget about the fire."

Korra had been trying to start a fire for a good thirty minutes, at least. But she hadn't even gotten a spark. Amon had tried to help her but her pride wouldn't let him.

"It's too cold. We need a fire. Or would you prefer to freeze to death?" Korra hissed at him. She knew she was being a bit ridiculous. Of course it wasn't nearly cold enough to even get frost bite. But she was cold, tired, and hungry. She wanted to at least be warm.

"We'll get some matches tomorrow. But for tonight we'll just have to wait out the cold." Amon closed the distance between them to gently take the sticks from her hands.

Korra let out a long sigh of defeat. She was so not cut out for the end of the world. She should have just let one of the Others bite her.

"Fine." Korra mumbled under her breath. A shudder went down her spine at the thought of waiting hours for the sun to rise and bring warmth with it.

"If you would like, we could keep each other warm." Amon's voice was even. His face betrayed no emotion. "Just for tonight." He said as if to reassure her.

Korra narrowed her eyes at him. She couldn't get a read on him to see if he meant the offer or if he was trying to take advantage of the situation. Korra wasn't naive. She knew a thing or two about men.

"I won't try anything with you. I swear it." Amon once again spoke as if to comfort her.

Korra's knee jerk reaction was to tell him where exactly he could take himself and his offer of "warmth" but then the wind started to pick up, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh.

"If you do," Korra warned. "I'll injure that leg of yours again. Got it?"

Amon's lips twitched at the threat. In his eyes, Korra saw a flash of amusement but as fast as it appeared, it was gone.

Amon stood up to join Korra where she sat. He brought the backpack with him and laid it down on the ground a few feet away. He cleared away a few rocks and branches before lowering himself next to her.

Korra tried her hardest to ignore the way Amon smelled, like sandalwood and sea salt, but she couldn't ignore the warmth radiating from his body. It was as if he were a portable furnace.

Amon laid back, using the backpack as a pillow.

"Are you going to join me?" Amon's question hung in the air between them like a dare. He was asking her to trust him. What choice did she have? This was the New World and she couldn't face it alone.

Korra leaned back until she could feel the cold earth against her back. Her head was cradled by fallen leaves.

Amon and Korra laid side by side without speaking. The trees above them rocked back and forth in the cold wind. Each time they moved, Korra could see the stars winking at her between the leaves.

How odd it seemed that the world had ended yet nature didn't seem to notice or even care.

Korra shivered again though she couldn't be sure if it was from the night's air or the thought of the New World.

"Here." Amon whispered as he turned to face her. He lifted her head to place his arm underneath, creating a pillow which then wrapped around her bare shoulders. Korra's body responded to the warmth, curling into Amon's chest as he wrapped his free arm around her waist.

Korra closed her eyes and inhaled Amon's comforting scent. It had been an exhausting day and the next would be even more draining but for now, she wouldn't worry about it. She just needed sleep.

"Korra!" A man's voice calls me out of my deep sleep.

I ignore him. I'm too tired to deal with anyone right now.

"Korra, you must wake up!" His voice in nagging me, keeping me from the comfort of blissful unconsciousness.

"Ugh!" I groan, forcing myself to sit up. I rub my eyes and try to force them open.

"Korra, please. We have much to discuss."

The voice sounds strangely familiar, as if I once heard it in a movie or perhaps on the news.

"What?" My voice is groggy from having just woken up.

"Look at me." The man answers. I do as he says. He is a funny looking fellow, probably in his late twenties. He's wearing odd clothes, like what I've seen the monks wearing on TV but they're somehow different, older looking. He has a bald head and a weird looking blue, arrow tattoo that comes down on his forehead. I meet his gaze to see shocking gray eyes staring back at me.

"Do I know you?" I ask him. I'm getting the strangest feeling of deja vu.

"Yes. We've met before, in a different life time." The man smiles at me as if waiting for me to put two and two together. "My name is Avatar Aang. It is time you and I had a talk, Avatar Korra."

Ah! I loved writing this chapter. Originally I had planned on waiting to write in Aang's character and was going to end this chapter with a scene that'll happen later on down the road. But I'm so glad I ended it with this. Please let me know what you guys think!