A/N I lied its not a one shot….well I didn't really lie. After I posted I had the idea why not co-write this with my best buddy beta Beetlebum101. We have been wanting to co-write for ages. So I'm so happy it's finally happened. This is a bit of an unusual co-written story. I (Morphy) have Korra's perspective and Beetlebum101 has Asami (lucky I know right). We don't see each others chapters till they are ready to post and we don't discuss characterisation. So we are writing each others characters as well. This means we have to roll with the punches of what happens in each chapter to make up the next. If you like this idea and want to see more chapters please review and together we can beg Beetlebum101 to write more chapters for me…I mean us.

Chapter 2

It was a new city. A new start. A new neighbour. I had my business face.

A few coy smiles in the early mornings had come to mean so much more to me. I fought it for a while before the Flu, of all things, betrayed me.

I lay in bed, fever making my sleep fitful and restless. I dreamt of work, of life, of flying bison, of her. If it's possible to miss someone you barely know then I missed her.

I didn't even know her name. She boldly asked for mine one morning and I replied more self-assured than I felt, cursing myself at the end of the hall when I hadn't thought to get hers. Then cursing myself again for feeling the need to know it.

People irritated me; really irritated me. I accepted that their existence was necessary for me to lead a comfortable solo life – shops, bars, hospitals and the like – but I found it difficult to enjoy other people's company. A well-practiced smile always saw me through. It was what I dubbed 'my business face.'

"I missed you," she said to me after I ventured outside my apartment, post-Flu. Disconcerting warmth and happiness radiated through me but I tried my best to ignore it by replying:

"Why would you miss me?"

"I just like seeing that you're still you… that you haven't changed. Reminds me that I'm home."

If I replied to her, I don't remember. All I could think was, I missed you, too. Whether I said it out loud or not I don't know. I hope I didn't.

Days blurred, evenings blurred; everything seemed to blur except for brief seconds of happiness when I saw my unnamed neighbour at six in the in morning. When I moved here I had fully expected my job to take centre stage in my life. Apparently my life had other ideas; College degrees and dream jobs only seem to take you so far. Clearly, listening to your neighbour swearing at a ball game with her friends, throwing her alarm clock against the wall and singing in the shower is more beneficial.

"Hey there," she said one morning, maybe hovering a bit too long around her lock.

"What's your name?" I practically shouted at her, pretending to myself that I hadn't been waiting behind my door until I heard her footsteps in the corridor. Something in her eyes put me at ease and she calmly replied:

"My name is Korra."

"Korra," I repeated. "Korra," I mumbled again, looking down and locking my door. I heard her laugh.

"Yep. Korra." I looked up and she was beaming at me.

"Oh, right, I'm Asami," I said, introducing myself, then instantly shaking my head. "And, of course, you already know that." She laughed again.

"Yeah, but it's nice to know I remembered it correctly."

She was still smiling at me and it was at that point I realised we were shaking hands. When had that happened? I dropped her hand a little too quickly and went into business face mode. "It was nice to see you again."

"Yeah, it was," Korra replied, but she had a strange look on her face. I backed away and began walking to the safety of my car. "Asami?" I heard her call after me. I turned round. "You, uh," she started, pointing at my door. "You left your keys in the lock."

For a moment I just continued to stand there before reluctantly walking back to my door. "These early mornings are making me crazy," I gave as an excuse, waving it off, knowing fine well it wasn't the early mornings that were making me crazy.

I reached the parking lot and sat with my head resting against the steering wheel of my car for a few minutes. You're an idiot, Asami, and now she thinks so, too, I repeated over and over again in my mind. If only we could go back to just saying quick hellos in passing. That I could deal with. This was something else altogether. It made me uncomfortable and I didn't like feeling uncomfortable. It led to vulnerability, to weakness, and that was unacceptable. Unacceptable but inevitable, my mind piped up again, making me huff in frustration.

Of all the apartment buildings, in all the cities, in all the world, why did I have to move into this one?

A/N – Thanks for reading