Rating: K+

"I wanted to do like you, graduate in two and join the revolution; and he looked at me like I was stupid!"

"So you punched a bursar?"

"Yes! But how'd you do it; how'd you graduate so fast?"

"It was my parents' dying wish before they passed," he replied, clearly done on the subject. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She blushed. It wasn't the first time anyone asked her out for a drink - and she guessed it wasn't intended as a date; after all they were still at the harbour, which was lined with bars and taverns and other hauls. "That would be nice..."

He wrapped an arm around her, leading her to one of the many drinking spots. "While I'm at it; let me offer you some free advice..?"

They saw the troops retreating from each district of the city that they had tried to control. The near entirety of the chessboard which was the city was now controlled, overwhelmed by the enemy.

"Well," she said to the small troop she had with her. "I won't abandon ship!"

"Let's steal their canons!" the boy from the pub cried out, motioning for the soldier to follow them.

And steal their canons they did.

She had never seen a general so despondent; she literally had to take over writing all his correspondence. Bolin was having a fit.

Whenever a letter from their higher ups told them to get on with it, to attack; she made the point clear. They were barely surviving.

Every day: "Sir, entrust me with a command!" either of them asked.

And every day: "No." he dismissed them out of hand.

She looked at him from across the ballroom; he caught her eyes. Bolin cleaned up good. Her cousin saw him too; but Korra leaned into her and whispered.

"This one's mine."

He brought back guns, and ships; and so the balance of the fight shifted. He knew where to rendez-vous, what command, when to strike and how.

"Sir, you're going to have to use her eventually; what's she gonna do but help me?" Bolin demanded. "We gotta get your right hand man back!"

"Mademoiselle Korra!"

"Monsieur Bolin!"

"In command where you belong!"

"Finally! We're not throwing our shot."

"Not until the world turns upside down!" he agreed. "Mako is in position; I'll be waiting at Yue Bay to drive them away. We're waiting for you, Korra!"

After a week of fighting a young man in a red coat stood on a parapet. They lowered their guns as he waved a white handkerchief.

Just like they tend to their wounded; bury their dead. Bolin and Korra saw Iroh negotiate the terms of surrender. He smiled.

Bolin looked at her. "The world turned upside down!"

She reared up, smiling broadly; more brightly than the light of a thousand suns. "We won!"

"We won!"

"We won!" they both chanted as she jumped into his arms.