Again, Legend of Korra is not mine, nor are Korra, Bolin, Mako, Naga and Pabu. But if someone has a fire ferrett to give away, I'll take it!

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DaniHime86: I actually liked Mako in the beginning. You know, the slightly angry hot guy that turns out to be total pudding on the inside…only Mako turned out to be a jerk. No pudding in sight. And Asami…well. She's Asami. I never really considered her important… :) THANKS FOR YOUR COMMENT! It made my day!

Ready for chapter number two, which ended up short. Way shorter than I thought…but it's half past one here, I'm tired and waiting for the next episode…

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One night later, Bolin woke up, drenched in sweat and panting as if he'd been running a marathon. Pabu stood in front of his bedroom door, hissing and scratching. "Pabu? What happened? Is someone out there?"

Bolin murmured and stepped slowly out of his bed. His thoughts were circling his nightmare, images of a distressed Asami, a bleeding Mako and of Korra, lying on the ground with arms and legs at a weird angle flooded his mind. He could still hear bloodcurdling screams and heartbreaking sobs, voices begging for mercy and everything seemed to be dipped in an all consuming darkness – a thumping noise just in front of the door brought Bolin out of his dark reverie, back to the real world.

Something was inside his flat. Pabu seemed worried, not angry or aggressive. A subtle knock on the door made him whine in sorrow. Bolin prepared to earthbend the hell out of the intruder, opened the door and came face to face with the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life. Her azure eyes were sparkling with happiness and there was a pretty bad slash on her right cheek that was halfway healed. "Bolin!", she exclaimed joyfully and threw herself at him, her arms circling his neck and her face pressing into his chest.

He laughed throatily and held her tight, his eyes pressed together to keep the tears from escaping. Naga still had black colour in her fur where she was painted to look like a panda bear, people on the streets knew him because of Nuktuk - Hero of the South, he'd spent the last two weeks caring only about himself and the fact that Mako was a jerk – while the girl in his arms, one of his closest friends and his first real crush almost died. He was pathetic...she should not be this happy to see him!

"Oh Bolin, I swear...I'm overjoyed that you didn't marry Eska. It's hard enough having her as my cousin while she lives at the other end of the world. Wouldn't want her here as well...and, of course, the betrothel necklace was a nightmare," she murmured into his shirt and then pulled away slowly to look at him.

His eyes were still closed. Pabu screeched and Korra laughed heartily. "Hey there Pabu! I missed you too...c'mere!"

She reached down to take him on her arm and stroked his red fur. "Did you and Naga take care of Bolin for me?" Pabu only nudged his head on Korra's chin and crawled up onto her back where he nestled himself around her neck.

Korra faced Bolin again, who was standing in front of her, tense and miserable. "Bolin? You alright?" Judging from her concerned tone, she knew he was not, in fact, alright.

"Korra...I'm sorry." Finally he managed to open his eyes and look at her face again. He almost choked when he saw the confused and slightly anxious expression on her face.

"Why would you be sorry? I should be sorry for barging in here in the middle of the night. Which I am, by the way. But we just arrived and I missed you, so I'm excused," She grinned widely at him, but he could still see the pensive look in her eye.

"Would you like some tea?" She nodded, and Bolin led her back out to the living room area, where she flopped down onto the couch after she took Pabu back down on her arm. As soon as she sat comfortably she let Pabu nestle himself into her lap where he covered his face with his tiny paws and slept peacefully. Bolin left them for a few minutes and came back, holding two steaming cups of tea. He put them onto the coffee table and took a seat next to Korra. She was petting Pabu softly, a genuine smile lighting up her whole face.

"I already saw Naga. She was happy that I'm back, but wasn't so pleased to be woken up..." She spoke tenderly, as if she tried not to wake Pabu.

"Well, I'm happy to see you too."

Korra gave him an offended look. "Aaand you feel touchy because I woke you up?"

"No. You didn't wake me." The images took over Bolin's mind again and he tried to shake his head free from the nightmare.

"Bad dream?"

"Very bad dream...Mako was bleeding, Asami was crying and you...had a few broken limbs."

Korra snorted. "Bleeding? Crying? Thank the Spirits I only had a few broken limbs. Can't stand the other two. One produces a mess you have to clean, the other one's just plain crap."

"That cut must have bled."

"It did, and I had to clean my clothes because of it."

"How did that happen?"

Korra sighed and leant back to rest her head on the back of the couch. "Well, you know how those things work...sharp things get too close to my face, my skin doesn't approve and I end up splashing water onto my face to stop the bleeding..."

"Yeah, right…seems legit."

She closed her eyes and smiled. "Do you know the Kyoshi Warriors? Some of them showed up, apparently Iroh talked to his mother about sending help and she sent them...the great Avatar just stood in the wrong place at the wrong time again. I left the fort around the South Pole, one Warrior thought I was a northern girl and attacked me. Luckily she realized who I was as soon as I got into the Avatar state."

"Because of your glowing eyes?" Korra smirked, gave me a playful shove and nodded.

"Because of my eyes, exactly. How have you been? Any friendly attacks?"

"There are some girls who don't stop following me around all day, but they didn't attack me yet."

"Yet being key word there." Bolin smiled and grapped his cup to take a sip.

"How's Mako doing?" He choked and spit the tea out again. Korra only watched him with a neutral expression and informed him dryly about the fact that tea was meant to be swallowed instead of being spread over the entire floor.

"He's fine, he's...he's being Mako."

"Which means what exactly in actual words?" Bolin shut his mouth, his lips forming a thin line and his eyes almost bulging out from the pressure of keeping his tongue under control. It was not his place to tell Korra about Mako and Asami.

"Bolin? You look like you're about to explode," She sighed as he kept silent and went back to stroking Pabu's fur. "What did he do that you can't tell me?"

"It's not...I shouldn't tell you about it. He should. Mako has to tell you, because I won't. I don't wanna break the news, I really hate doing such things, especially if it means hurting you in the process, and Mako is an asshole, he just got over you in a week, while I keep thinking...and you are still thinking about him, caring about him and he's just being a jerk again and he...he..." Korra tensed more and more, Bolin tried to stop his mouth from moving but he couldn't. "...he went back to Asami."

There. Done. Korra's body tensed even more, her face scrunched up in agony, eyes pressed shut. Bolin angrily plucked at his hair, hating himself for hurting her again. Pabu seemed to sense Korra's distress as he slowly moved from his place on her lap and left the room.

No one spoke for the next few minutes, Bolin still fuming about his loose tongue and Korra silently debating whether to weep bitterly about Mako again or cursing him for hurting her – again. When she finally opened her crystal eyes, her sight fell on Bolin, funny, cheery Bolin, who sat next to her looking ready to kill someone. Not the way she wanted to see him. He was her last friend after all.

"Bolin?" She hated how insecure she sounded, but Bolin didn't seem to care. When he looked at her, his eyes were filled with remorse. "Bolin, would you...would you hold me for a while?"

He leant back, opened his arms and Korra snuggled into his side, burying her face in his shirt, her arms fell around his waist while his held her close to his body. They fell asleep cuddled up on the couch.

A stranger might have mistaken them for lovestruck teenagers, but when Mako entered the flat the next morning, he immediately noticed Korra's tear-stained face and Bolin's angry frown. He stood still, as if struck by lightning, tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat and willed the agonizing pain in his ribcage to stop from tearing him apart.

In this very moment, Bolin woke up and gave his brother a frosty glare that put Chief Beifong to shame. Mako turned on his heels and left the apartement, wiping traiterous tears from his cheeks as his guilt caught up with him full force.

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A little Borra fluff thrown in there…the characters might be a bit OOC, but Bolin's not only the happy-go-lucky type. I believe he's got a sense of protectiveness towards Korra, even if only slightly because he knows she can handle herself. And he looks like an awesome pillow.

I don't really know if I should continue this FF, so let me know what you thought about it...