*Pokes head around corner* Um, h-hey guys! It's me again! Sorry I took so-*screams and ducks to avoid a large thrown battle axe* Ahem. Sorry about the delay. I was working on an internship that ended today and made time to work on and post this chapter. It's shorter than the last one, but that's because it's more of a basic transition to get both Korra and Nate somewhere relatively calm so they can chat and learn about each other. I don't know about all of you, but it seems every time I try to have a conversation with a companion in Fallout 4, it gets interrupted by the monster or moron of the hour who decides it's totally a good idea to rush me. Settlements and towns overall seem to be a good place for those kinds of moments. And yes, Korra got to meet MacCready. It wasn't a full on introduction, as I feel Nate will save that for when he gathers everyone for a proper introduction. At this point in the story, Nate has met only a few of his friends. Preston, Codsworth, Nick, Dogmeat, and MacCready. Do you have a specific companion in mind for the Avatar to meet next? What interactions do you think would be the most interesting out of them? Let me know in the review section what you think so far! Thoughts, comments, or concerns? I welcome them all! I do not claim ownership of The Legend of Korra or Fallout 4. All rights are to their respective owners and no money will be made from this Fanfiction. It is a creation by fans, for fans. Fallout 4 is owned by Bethesda Softworks while The Legend of Korra is owned by Nickelodeon Studios. Please don't sue me!

Chapter 2

Korra jerked awake and looked around. She had been hoping that recent events had been a bad dream. But her surroundings told her otherwise. Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes. Sliding on her boots, she slowly made her way out to the living room.

Her rescuer from the day before was nowhere to be found, meaning that the house was totally empty. Walking to the front door, she opened it and found herself looking at a bustling settlement going about its normal routines. Some people were tending to crops, others were hammering away at various projects of theirs.

A young man came walking up to her, leaving Korra on edge around the stranger. He looked to be about her age, wearing a green patrol cap, a ratty brown duster, a green shirt, green trousers and black combat boots. A pair of binoculars hug from the belt around his waist and several bullets were either attached to his leg, or stuck in the brim of his hat. A lit cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, and a hunting rifle was slung over his shoulder.

"You must be the new girl," he said as he came to a halt a short distance away from her.

"What gave me away?" Korra responded.

"Well for one, you look too clean to be another drifter living in the middle of nowhere. Also, you haven't tried shooting anyone so I can safely rule out 'raider'. Add in the funky clothes and who else could you be?"

Ignoring the light quip about her appearance compared to the other people she had seen so far, Korra decided to get to the point already."Mind telling me who you are?" she asked.

"Name's MacCready. The boss wanted me to keep an eye on ya while he was out."

"You mean Nate? Where is he?"

"He's out hunting, should be back soon. Come on, let me show you around."

"Gah, this place reeks!" Korra said, pinching her nose at the smell in the air. Nate couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. He'd had a similar one when he had first arrived in Goodneighbor.

"Yep, that's Goodneighbor alright. Nothing like the smell of piss, vomit, and general lack of hope to make your mid morning," he said. Directly ahead of them, a gun store and a general store both occupied the ground floor of a partially collapsed building. To their left stood a brick building that generally looked out of place with everything else around them.

As Nate led the way down the alley between the two buildings, Korra couldn't help but stare at her surroundings. She'd never seen a town like this before, although the general disrepair and tattered look of the people did remind her of a few towns she had passed through in the Earth Kingdom. Her guide walked with one hand on his rifle sling, while the other rested on one of his pistols. Clearly, he was expecting trouble of some kind, although after what she had just witnessed, she wasn't surprised.

Korra's first experience with the city of Boston was one she would not soon forget. Nate had woken her up just before dawn, and together the two had left Sanctuary, making their way southeast past Lexington to Bunker Hill. From there, they'd headed south, crossing the Charles River and entering the city of Boston itself. For the first part of the journey, Nate had filled her in about some of the general things of the Commonwealth. After they'd crossed the river though, it was almost a non-stop mad dash through the ruins. Every corner they turned, it seemed there was a trigger happy raider or some other danger waiting for them. The longer she spent here, the more Korra began to feel uneasy. It wasn't that she was intimidated or even scared…exactly. It was more how everything felt. The elements she would normally bend felt sick even without her touching them, as if the world was poisoned and was struggling to breathe properly.

When Nate had his back turned to load his rifle after the latest monstrosity, an enormous fly, decided it didn't like them, she attempted water bending a nearby puddle of stagnant water. At first, nothing out of the ordinary happened as the surface rippled and started to shift under her manipulations. However, this changed when Korra broke off a small sphere of the green liquid from the rest of the body. It felt completely FOUL, worse than the fetid remnants that could be found in a dumpster after a heavy rainfall in Republic City. Hearing the telltale sound of Nate stowing his rifle across his back, Korra quietly lowered the water back into the puddle so they could continue on their way. From what she had seen of the man, he didn't appear to be a bender and nor did he seem to recognize her in any way as the Avatar. Filing this curiousity away for later, Korra decided to focus on the task at hand first. Thankfully, the remainder of the journey was fairly uneventful. While she would hesitate to call Goodneighbor an ideal place to be, it may as well have been paradise compared to the environment outside.

"Well, at least no one is shooting at us," Korra said as they stepped out of the alley into the main square of the town. It wasn't much, just a few more torn up buildings along with some tall barricades on either end of the street.

"I blame your shirt," Nate said over his shoulder as he led the way across the street to a building with a pair of red wooden doors. It wasn't the first time the former sniper had taken issue with her clothing. Her dark blue shirt, although it did wonders for showing off her arms and muscles, stuck out like a sore thumb against most backgrounds in the Commonwealth. He had tried to convince her to change, or at the very least wear a coat so that she blended in a little better, but the Avatar had remained her stubborn self and refused. Needless to say, she was regretting her decision as bullets whizzed by her head.

"What is this place?" Korra asked as they entered the building. From what she could gather, this place had once been a club or a theatre of some sort. The walls inside were made of brick, and the light came from several candles that burned on some small end tables that lined the walls. A few metal pods sat scattered about, while a red carpet led the way straight up the center to small section of raised floor. A blonde woman wearing a red feathered dress was reclining on a love seat here.

"The Memory Den," Nate answered her, walking past the pods as if he'd seen them before, which he had.

"Ah, Mr. Williams, come to sample the Memory Den for yourself this time?" the woman asked. The former soldier shook his head.

"Not this time, Irma. Is the Doc in?" The woman made a small pouting motion with her lips, although Korra got the feeling she wasn't as upset as she made out to be.

"She's down stairs." Nate smiled and tipped the brim of his hat before he motioned for Korra to follow. She walked closely behind him as he led the way through a side door and down a couple flights of wooden stairs. At the bottom, they found themselves in a room with some equipment lining the walls and a pair of pods sitting in the center. All of it was illuminated by a single florescent light on the ceiling.

Typing on a console on the far side of the room was a woman with black hair tied back into a bun. She was wearing a white lab coat, dark gray leggings and was so immersed in her work that she didn't hear the pair enter the room. Nate crossed the room and lightly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Doc Amari?" The woman let out a startled yelp, causing Nate to spring back in surprise. She spun around, a mixture of anger and intent to kill in her eyes, but quickly froze when her sight landed on the former soldier.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Williams. Please, I must ask you not to sneak up on me like that," Amari said, placing a hand on her chest. Nate grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry Doc," he said.

"Now, what is it I can help you with?"

"Well, this little lady here has a touch of memory loss. I was hoping that you'd be able to help her out," Nate explained. Korra clenched her fist in anger at her side, but otherwise remained silent. She'd given up trying to convince him that she didn't have memory loss. The man was just as stubborn as she was apparently.

"Ah. That shouldn't be a problem here. Hello, I'm Doctor Amari," Amari said as she turned to Korra and stuck out her hand. The Avatar took it and shook it.

"Korra."

"Please, if you'll take a seat, we can get started," Amari said, motioning to one of the pods before returning to her console. Korra eyed the pod suspiciously before shooting a questioning look at Nate.

"Will it hurt?" The sniper shook his head.

"Nah. You feel like you're in a limbo of sorts, somewhere between being awake and asleep," he explained. She eyed the pod again. He'd saved her life a couple of times so far, and she saw no reason not to mistrust him now. Taking a deep breath, Korra climbed into the pod and leaned back into the seat.

"Just sit back and relax," Amari instructed. Korra did as she was told as the pod closed around her and a screen lowered into her view. After a moment, her vision went white.

"She's settling in, everything looks normal." That was Amari's voice, echoing in her ears.

"Are there any memories we can work with?" Nate's voice, like Amari's echoed around her.

"Oh, plenty. In fact, this young woman's memory is completely intact. What aren't you telling me, Nate?" Amari asked. Korra smirked to herself. Finally, someone was listening to her.

"She has no knowledge about anything, Doc. It's like she's a vault dweller, but she hasn't even heard of the Vaults," Nate explained.

"Well, perhaps the answers you seek are in her memories. Korra? Can you hear me?"

"Yes?" Korra answered, her voice sounded off, like it wasn't quite coming from herself.

"Excellent. We're going to access one of your recent memories, and try to make sense of all this," Amari said. Slowly, images swam into view, and Korra realized that she was standing on a street in Republic City.

"Everyone fall back, get the wounded to Asami's office!" Korra was stunned to see herself run into view, airbending at something that she couldn't see. She quickly realized she was watching herself and her friends battling Kuvira's giant Mecha suit.

"What the hell is going on here?" Nate's voice echoed.

"Let's try something more recent," Amari said. Korra watched as a section of the street disappeared and was replaced with a dark purple path that looked as if it was made of glass or ice. All around her was a dark, violet colored void. The Avatar walked forward, following the path as it formed a few feet in front of her. Soon, she approached what looked like a room. But the moment she stepped inside, another familiar scene unfolded.

She was in the Spirit Wilds, hunting for Kuvira after the giant mecha tank had been brought down. Korra watched as her past self picked through the undergrowth, hunting for the rouge metalbender. Turning she suddenly found herself staring down the barrel of the spirit cannon. The weapon was suspended in some vines, and a grinning Kuivia was hanging off its side.

"Now it's over!"

"Don't!" Kuvira pulled down on the switch, and a bright purple glow flooded the barrel of the cannon. Korra watched her past self dive out of the way as the cannon fired, it's beam obliterating the spot where she had just been standing. All around them, the vines began to glow with the same color as the beam. Then the weapon began to spin as the force of the beam began to amplify.

"Shut it down!" Korra shouted. Kuvira complied, pulling on the switch. But the weapon didn't shut off. The metalbender's face showed shock, and then horror as she tried again and again.

"I can't!" she replied. The cannon began to spin more wildly, throwing it's rider clear. Korra watched as the beam came toward the metalbender, and then her past self threw herself in between the two. She threw her hands up, using energybending to deflect the beam. Bright white light suddenly flooded everything.

When the light had died down, Korra realized that her surroundings had changed. She wasn't in the Wilds anymore, but rather the parking lot in Concord. Her past self was sprawled out on the ground next to her, sparks of blue light fading out of existence around her.

"Extraordinary. This explains why she has no knowledge of the Commonwealth or anything else in general," Amari said, "Korra, we're going to pull you out now. Look around for the exit." Korra looked around the space around her and took notice of a television lying in a nearby junk pile. Unlike the other bits of junk around it that had been devoid of power for years, the screen was illuminated as if it was brand new and plugged in. The Avatar walked over and reached out to the screen. Just as her fingers brushed against it, the bright light consumed her again.

As the light cleared, Korra realized that she was back in the pod. Amari was standing next to her as the pod opened holding her hands up to keep her from moving too quickly. Not that she intended to move at all, given how off center her balance was at the moment.

For the first time in a while, Nate found himself at something of a loss for words. None of what he saw was possible in any way, yet the Memory Den had been his first destination in mind to see if his new friend was telling the truth or not. Personally, he had been banking on her just being another vault dweller who may have been suffering from memory loss or at the very least, someone who used too many chems. Given the variety of what he liked to think of as the 'Oh so charming' denizens that inhabited the regions outside of settlements, Nate wouldn't have put it beyond the realm of possibilities. But this? It gave him a headache. Deathclaws made from the stuff of nightmares, the knowledge that almost everyone he had ever known had been reduced to irradiated dust, and a half-baked plan to get his kidnapped son back had more than tugged at Nate's sanity. A woman with super powers? Sure. Why the actual hell not. She was just one of many bizarre things he had stumbled across since waking from the world's longest nap.

'If someone had told me one day I would be fighting mutant roaches, giant green men, and meeting a woman who's smack out of a Grognak comic,' Nate thought to himself, 'I would have laughed at them.'

Korra looked up at the strange void that surrounded these little pieces of her memories and decided to come clean. "So…I guess you have a couple of questions after all of-"

Frustration, a lack of sleep, and knowledge that he could've saved a fortune in caps on ammunition if he knew about her talents sooner finally boiled over.

"Damn right, I do! What the hell kind of city was that? How did you do that…that magic crap with wind fighting a giant robot? How did your home escape a damn nuclear Armageddon while the rest of the world got fried?!"

Korra winced at the volume of his voice. She knew it was going to be a difficult story to tell, but did he have to go to shouting so quickly?

"Well," she started, "I can tell you what you want to know, but I've got one condition to start out with before any of that happens.

Nate snorted a bit. "Oh, this should be good. What's the catch, magic lady?"

"I don't care if you think I'm crazy, but everything I'm going to tell you is the truth. If you don't like it," the Avatar crossed her arms, "then you've got to deal with it."

Having married a strong-willed woman, Nate knew exactly when someone was telling a joke and when they being serious. Not wanting to risk pissing off the woman with god-damn super powers, he relented.

"Ok." He sighed, "That's fair enough for me. For now anyway. But what about your 'one condition' in all of this?"

A low grumble sounded throughout the room and Korra blushed at the volume. "Is there…uh...anywhere I can get a bite to eat around here?"

For a brief moment, Nate held a blank expression as he processed the request. This ended as both he and Korra laughed. "Oh, I think I can get something together.

Amari, grateful for the tension in the room to be diffused for any reason, decided that she'd had enough excitement for the moment. "If you two are done, I would advise you both to search for food elsewhere. This is a room of sensitive equipment, not a commissary!"

Nate raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! I get the memo." Turning to his new friend, he added "Come on, Magic Lady. I know a guy nearby who makes the best Mirelurk steaks around. Guarantee you'll love 'em!"

Korra gave the man a playful punch in the arm that he almost didn't wince at. "Shut up about the 'Magic Lady' stuff, alright? It's called 'bending.'" She smirked. "Say it with me now. 'Beennnndiiing.'"

As the two walked out the door together to get some food, Nate noticed that Korra had a slightly troubled expression on her face.

"Something up?"

"What's a Mirelurk?"

*Miles Away*

She didn't know where she was, nor did she know exactly what those creatures were that were in close pursuit. What did she know? They were relentless. The latest one roared with a terrible fury then swiped at her with its massive clawed hand, leaving deep gouges in a ruined car's door. Leaping backwards as the creature darted forward with a hunter's speed, she found herself with her back to the wall of a ruined store. The creature itself looked like something from the most depraved nightmare, a towering figure of leathery skin and eyes that seem to radiate a terrifying intelligence. On appearance alone, it would have broken the will of many a weaker combatant. But she was not weak. Moving her arms rapidly, metal flew out from her uniform and lodged itself through the open maw and eyes of the reptilian horror. Despite this, the creature lashed out wildly in an attempt to retaliate. Not wanting to give it a chance, a larger piece of metal was sent hurtling through the roaring mouth with the tip breaking the skin of the top of the creature's skull. Gurgling on its own blood and blinded by its prey, the monster staggered forward several steps in an attempt to at least rip the woman to bloody ribbons before collapsing.

Despite being victorious, the woman took no time to celebrate. This was the sixth time one of these things had tried its luck with making a meal out of her. Looking down at the being, she took note of the curling horns pointing forward like natural spears capable impaling an opponent, as well as the scaled ridges that ran the length of the back. The worst part would be the claws. Long and sharp, promising death to anyone unfortunate enough to come across such a creature. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the time had come for a plan of attack. The worst position to be in when it came to being somewhere unknown was to only be reactive instead of taking the initiative. Her first priority was to find somewhere relatively safe and fortified before making her next move. If there was one thing Kuvira knew, it was that she wouldn't let herself be ended by a few beasts no matter how determined they were.