Alright, I got the inspiration for scene with Bolin and the girls from the Bolin comic: Little Fan by the amazing lledra on deviantart. I'll give her most of the credit, I just changed some of the dialogue and the ending a bit, but check out the comic. Very heart warming.

And 7 Phoenix Wings pointed out that Ink curses a lot in front of a 5 and 7 year old and that, I have to admit, isn't normal. But then again, Inkara is far from normal and I wanted to explain a little bit why. Wings is a great editor, by the way, helped me with some of the flaws in my other story and I really appreciate the help.

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Late Night Noodles

Naomi had wanted to go to the park for lunch and Ren suggested we have a picnic. Lin wasn't opposed to the idea and I just wanted food. So we ended up sprawled out on a blanket in the middle of a grassy lawn, overlooking the serene landscape of the park. The girls had found a group of kids to play with and ran around near the fountain.

"Son of a Bitch!" I cursed, wiping food crumples off my shirt.

"Hey. Little ears." Lin chastised.

"Sorry." I shrugged. "It's not like they're picking up any of it."

"You wanna go, motherfucker!" We heard Naomi yell at a little boy, standing on the fountain wall with hands crossed in a threatening manner. She looked a lot like her grandmother's statue.

Lin gave me a 'you were saying?' look and I stuffed my face with Fire Wontons.

"Where did you learn such sailor talk anyway?" Lin asked.

"My older brothers cursed around me all the time. Grew up in a sailing family full of ocean salted men and all. I didn't really mind. My dad told me I had to be a grown-up before I could curse." I shrugged. "But I'll tone it down in front of the little sea urchins."

"Thank you." Lin chuckled. She smiled lovingly at her daughters. "Naomi reminds me so much of my mother."

"Ren reminds me of Zane." I laughed. "Quiet contemplation, but if something gets her amped up, she's all fireworks and adrenaline."

Lin laughed, the sound of the cities main clock chiming over the last half of it. She looked up at the time and frowned.

"I have to get back to work." She sighed.

"Okay. Free tomorrow?" I asked.

"Maybe." She answered halfheartedly.

"Then it's a lunch date." I smiled. "I gotta go grab groceries anyway."

Lin nodded and stood, slowly walking over to her children to wish them a good afternoon and how she'll see them tomorrow. I stood to clean the picnic up, throwing the paper boxes into the trash and folding up the blanket and draping it over my arm.

"Oh, hey Chief!" I called, cupping my hands around my mouth. "Do you think you can get us tickets to the Fire Ferrets match tonight?"

"I'll see what I can do!" She called back in the same manner.

"Really?" Ren's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Sweet!" Naomi pumped a fist in the air. "Awesome!"

"Best mom in the world!" Ren commented, tackling her mom in a hug.

Lin smiled and picked both of them up into a bear hug. When she put them down, she ruffled Ren's hair and started back to the station. Both sisters looked a little sorrowful as she walked away. I wasn't feeling so chipper myself, but I had to put on a smile for their sake.

"Okay, hog monkeys." I said, walking toward them while stuffing the blanket into my pack. "Time to go get groceries."

Lin walked with heavy feet through the office. Seeing her girls made her feel happier, but leaving was saddening. She hardly got to see them, only once a year, because of her work. Too many enemies to keep two growing girls safe from. She remembered her own childhood, growing up with the threat of being used against her mother. It had never happened, but she had always been afraid to put the ones she loved in danger. Zane had understood, but now that he was gone, she didn't feel quite as reassured of her family's safety. Not that Ink couldn't handle a few thugs, but Lin was afraid that Ink would go overboard and hurt herself. She had done it before.

On her way back to her office, she ran into Mako. "Oh, Mako. Is it already time for your shift?"

"Yep." He nodded. "Looks like I'll miss my baby brother's first match of the season." He shrugged. "Hopes he's feeling better."

"Hm." She nodded, thinking back to Inkara's request. "By any chance, would he have any spare tickets?"

"Huh?" Mako asked, surprised. "Why?"

"My… friend wanted to go see the match tonight, but it seems it's sold out." Lin said.

Mako smiled. He had no idea that the Chief was a pro-bending fan. But then again, she did convince the Council not to close down the arena that one time. And she loved fighting, from what the other officers had told him. "I'll see if Bo has any extra."

"Thank you. Now, get to work." She said firmly.

I got a call from Lin an hour or so after we got back, the dock master walking all the way out to tell me I had a message. I hurried over, anticipating good news, but left heartbroken. As I walked back up the gangplank, Ren and Naomi greeted me with excited eyes.

"So?" Ren asked. "Did she get the tickets?"

"Yeah." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "One problem, though."

"What?" Naomi asked.

"There's only one." I sighed. "We all can't go. I asked your mom to hold the ticket until we work something out."

"Then none of us can go." Ren said, folding her arms. "If Naomi's no going, I'm not going."

"And I'm not going without Big Sis." Naomi said, crossing her arms defiantly.

"And I didn't want to go in the first place." I shrugged. "Guess we're having a quiet night at home."

"Man, and it's their first match in the season." Ren pouted.

"And I wanted to get the earthbender's autograph!" Naomi added.

"We might stick around for their second match." I said. "You never know how business is gonna go."

"I set my standards low." Ren said. "You never get disappointed if you don't aim high."

"Wow, Ren, way to make me feel like crap." I commented. "It's a pure joy to have you as a god-kid."

"Don't mention it." She smiled. "But really. We don't mind. We got to see Mom today. A match would have been icing on the cake."

"Mmmm, cake." I said, dreamily rubbing my stomach. "Wanna go out for some later?"

"Maybe, but shouldn't you call Mom back?" Ren said. "Tell her that we can't go or something."

"Right, right." I nodded, walking back down the gangplank. "Ask Oswald what he wants for dinner tonight. I feel like cooking."

"Okay." Ren replied.

Ren waited until Inkara was out of sight, then double checked to make sure Newt and Ossie weren't eavesdropping. She turned to Naomi with a mischievous grin. "Hey, you still want that Fire Ferret's autograph?"

The ship dock was quiet, every sailor and cabin boy tucked away earlier so they could rise the next morning with enough energy to work through the day. The Unagi was no different. The cabin was dark and the sounds of snoring and the waves lapping against the hull echoed through.

One set of golden eyes blinked, shining against the darkness, no trace of sleep evident in their irises. They moved across space, finally stopping above a bundle of blankets, where a small earthbender slept.

"Naomi." Ren whispered, nudging her sister awake.

"Wha?" The half asleep toddler groaned.

"Shhh. Ink'll hear you." Ren hissed. To punctuate her statement, the young ship captain snorted loudly, then rolled over so that her back was to them.

"We really breaking curfew?" Naomi whispered, excitement edging her inquiry.

"Yeah. We'll miss the match, but I hear that the benders meet their fans afterwards." Ren explained quietly. "The match should just be starting soon. I wanna be there first."

"But how are we gonna sneak past Newt?" Naomi asked, slowly removing the blankets.

"We'll use the porthole." Ren said, pointing to the circular window above their heads. "She can't sense movement through windows. And if we just jump to the dock, she can't tell when we use the gangplank."

"You're really smart, Ren." Naomi praised.

"Simple logic." She told her younger sister. "You'll learn it when you're older. Now hurry up and get dressed."

The two sneaks stood outside the doors to the arena, a large group of fangirls standing around them and talking about the match.

"It's a shame they lost. Bolin is such a hottie!" One girl said.

"I heard his a sweetheart, too." Another young lady squealed.

"Like, oh my spirits, I love him so much."

Ren looked at her sister and chuckled. "A little obsessed, don't you think?" She whispered so the older girls didn't hear.

"Do they even care how strong he is?" Naomi asked.

Ren shrugged. "What are you gonna get autographed?"

Naomi rummaged in her pocket and pulled out two slips of paper. "I'm gonna have him sign this, then I'm gonna give him this!"

Ren took the slips of paper from her hands and opened the first. It was the pro-bending leaflet their dad had kept from the first match he had ever seen: the Ba Sing Se Bears vs. The Ember Island Eel Hounds. Ren smiled as the memories of their dad's overzealous love for the game.

"You really want him to sign this?" Ren asked.

"The Fire Ferrets were dad's favorite team. Even before the Avatar joined." Naomi smiled. "Dad would have wanted him to sign it as well."

Ren smiled warmly at her sister. "Yeah, he would have." She opened the other folded piece of paper. "What is this?"

"I tried drawing something." Naomi said defensively, snatching the papers back. "I'm not very good yet."

"You used Ink's colors?" Ren asked. "You know she's gonna find out it was you."

"I didn't break any this time." Naomi pouted. "And I made it with colors she doesn't use a lot."

Ren chuckled and ruffled her sister's hair. "I'm sure Bolin will love it."

"There he is!" One fangirl squealed.

The young ladies flocked to their idol, crowding him and asking absurd questions. Ren and Naomi held back, the fear of being trampled in the mess of hormones and skirts keeping them at bay.

"Ladies, ladies, one at a time." The pro-bender smiled.

Naomi frowned and looked down at her drawing. "How am I ever going to give this to him?"

Ren looked at her sister thoughtfully. "Maybe we can get those girls away from him."

"That's impossible." Naomi pointed out, putting her hands on her hips. "They're stuck to him like elbow leeches."

"Then we get his attention." Ren smiled, squatting. "Hop on my back."

Naomi giggled and climbed onto her sister's back. It wasn't much of a difference in height, but she was able to wave her arms in an attempt to catch his eye. When he did notice them, he smiled and waved back. The other girls followed his gaze and a few of them glared with disdain.

"Who let 'them' in?" One girl muttered.

"Don't they have a place to put street kids?" Another commented.

Naomi frowned and crawled off her sister's back. Ren put an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"They don't know us." Ren whispered. "Who cares-"

"Hey, stop it." The pro-bender said, frowning at the harem and breaking away from them to walk toward the sisters.

"But-"

"But nothing. Homeless kids have enough to worry about besides people like you treating them like garbage." Bolin said, still walking toward the little fans.

"We didn't mean to imply-"

"Oh, you both implied." Bolin said, kneeling down to meet Ren and Naomi at eye level. He smiled at them warmly. "'Sup."

"Nice to meet you." Ren said, a little uneasy with newfound respect for him for the way he had defended them. "Sorry to hear you lost your match."

"Yeah, me too." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Did you guys want to ask me something?"

"My sister did." Ren said, giving Naomi a gentle push.

She looked back at her sister nervously, then back to the pro-bender. "C-Can you sign this?" She thrusted the leaflet at him and he took it gently from her.

"Hey, I remember this match." He smiled, he looked up at Naomi. "Weren't you a little young to see this?"

"It was our dad's first match. He kept that to remember." Naomi explained. "He'd want a Fire Ferret to sign it."

"Really?" Bolin smiled. "I guess I'll have to win my next match for him then."

Naomi's face lit up. "You would do that! I'll make sure he watches over the game."

Bolin gave her a perplexed look, but one glance at Ren told him the story. Their dad wasn't here anymore.

"Thanks." Bolin smiled. "I hope he gives me a push in the right direction."

"You kidding?" Ren laughed. "You were our dad's favorite team."

"I appreciate it." He smiled. "Either of you have a pen?" The two girls checked their pockets, but came up empty handed. Bolin turned to the still lingering fangirls. "Hey, any of you got a pen."

One girl walked over and handed him one, smiling apologetically, then backing away slowly with a mournful look on her face. Bolin signed the leaflet and handed it back to his little fan.

"Thanks, Mister Bolin!" Naomi smiled.

Ren nudged her shoulder and muttered. "Your drawing."

"Oh, right. I wanted to give you this!" Naomi said, giving him the other piece of paper.

Bolin looked it over and felt the corners of his eyes fill with tears. "This is great." He smiled at her. "What's your name?"

Naomi smiled. "I'm-" Her and Ren's stomachs growled loudly, cutting her off. They blushed and Naomi scratched the back of her head nervously.

"Sorry. Guess I didn't eat enough soup for dinner." Ren shrugged. "I'm Ren. This is Naomi."

Bolin chuckled. "Nice to meet you. I'm pretty hungry myself. Wanna grab some noodles with me? My treat."

Naomi and Ren lit up. "Sure!"

Bolin smiled and straightened, then led the little girls out of the building. Ren grabbed Naomi's hand and followed the pro-bender out the doors. Naomi gave the fangirls one last glance, shooting a silly face face at them in revenge.