So I've never done fanfiction before and I never dreamed (but secretly hoped) that people would like my crazy ideas and writing style.

I have an ending in mind so don't worry, no spoilers, but we haven't seen the last of Future Korra...in present time that is. Let me know what you think in the comments.

:)

Her eyes glittered, but it was nothing as powerful as was in her future. Asami touched her lips to wipe the surviving lipstick away from her mouth, somehow ashamed and distraught in the same moment. How can she be so oblivious?

"Hey,"it was an odd shivering reply, and Asami immediately wished she hadn't opened her mouth. She was staring at her best friend, hard, hoping it was all a joke, she'd pull on her tails and they'd be short, and they could start kissing again.

"Wow you sound cold, lets get you inside." With a friendly arm to her elbow Korra guided her through the doors. "I've heard good things about this coffee stuff I thought a cutting edge woman of business like yourself would like to try something new and hip." Korra bounced her hip encouragingly with her own. Frowning slightly as Asami seemed to be going through an unidentifiable set of motions. Before she could ask what was wrong Asami managed to ask.

"There was something, um, you wanted to tell me? Show me, rather." She cleared her throat and watched Korra's mocha skin pale.

"Korra! Prepaid!" Kwong's shrill voice cut through her drooping stomach. "Kor-ra!" Kwong reiterated after he got no immediate reply. She gave Asami a shit-eating grin.

"I won't say no to a free cup." she slipped in and out of the crowd with precision and an unnatural amount of grace, Asami watched as she gingerly sipped at the cup. "Wow this stuff rocks, here try some." she edged it towards her, Asami found herself unable to stay her flinching. "You okay?" Asami didn't want to admit, even to herself, that she wanted to savour the taste Korra had already left on her lips, or would eventually.

"I'm kinda full already, I got here…early,"

"Yeah sorry about that I uh, met some people, it's what I wanted to talk to you about." Asami pursed her lips, lest she rip reality apart by confessing her morning. Korra plucked at the coffee lid beneath her fingers confidence and bravado snapping back into her in the wake of the impossible.

"Look," Asami began, briefly wishing she hadn't but she forced herself to keep going, "whatever's got you panicked like you were this morning is big." If she wasn't still reeling she might have smiled at the irony of her next words. "I promise I'll understand whatever it is."

Korra's eyes glazed for a moment, her fingers loosening on her cup as a thousand thoughts flickered beneath clouding crystal blue. Asami knew she was weighing the consequences of what she was about to do, she'd seen this look a thousand times pass across the younger girl's visage and knew instantly that this was the last one before making a permanent decision. She would either lie to hide what she was, or completely reveal it. Feeling brave the Engineer reached out for Korra's hand and held it in hers, "Trust me." she urged. Korra looked down at their hands and squeezed. She took a step and Asami held her breath.

There it was, less vivid as the first time but still just as disorientating and exhilarating green and gold swallowed her whole. The ice that had seeped into her boots melted, and the hiss and babble of strangers and their machines faded into the ether. For a glorious moment, Korra and Asami were all that existed, and had stepped outside of reality altogether.

She kept her eyes fixed on Korra's features, scrunched in concentration. Adorable. What willpower Asami had left was being absorbed and struggling with the want to kiss her then. The thought lingered as the colours faded. Korra froze glaring at the ground as Asami began to accept her new surroundings. She couldn't have imagined a more perfect spot if she had tried. It was where they began.

"Yue Bay." Asami whispered in as flat a tone as she could muster, blush still hot and howling through her entire body. Heart beating so hard and so fast she was sure if she could see herself, it would look as though she were rocking back and forth like a mad woman. All she could think was, this is the first step to the rest of our lives together. It's finally happening.

She remembered family trips to the place when they were girls, where the families had met and continued to meet until play days were a regular weekend thing. It was always a magical scene untouched by sea or time. Though it was winter, the memories kept the pair warm as they stood. Asami watched their ghosts patter in the stream that formed a thin moat between the sand and the rest of the world. Korra used to block it up with rocks and declare herself the master of the ocean and that the lowly beach people just had to deal with that. Asami would watch from the land and carve sand into monuments as her father and mother watched proudly. They were stood beneath an archway of cliff and sand, beside them an further under the looming structure was a pool that they used to swim in, neither being tall enough or strong enough swimmers to touch the bottom. But that didn't stop everybody from trying.

The heiress began to smile as she remembered the look of glory on Korra's face when her father, just as much the athletic specimen as she, did it wielding a fistful of shells in their faces for good measure. Korra's shell was plastered onto the head of her childhood bed nowadays. Asami's was on her mother's grave.

"Asami?" Korra's voice cut through her encapsulated thinking, "You're not freaking out as much as I thought you'd be." Asami juddered, both from the cold and the complete inability to know how to act now. She double blinked, training her eyes back onto Korra, and found her voice quiet and genuine.

"I did suspect that this would be something amazing."

Her words hit Korra somewhere in the chest and abdominal regions, the breath she had been holding flopped past her lips in a whoosh and she fell into Asami, who caught her gratefully. She felt Korra squeeze her with her full strength, closing her eyes in an attempt to stay reaction as her warm lingering almost familiar breath trickled into her collar as Korra buried her face into her neck.

"So you're a teleporter huh?"

She tried to seem like she didn't already know, analysing every word before she let them pass through rosewood lips. Korra allowed herself a laugh and stepped back, rubbing at tears that had escaped being pressed into Asami's throat and jacket.

"We've been calling ourselves Jumpers, but Teleporter has a nice ring to it."

Asami's eyes widened, immediately going over her encounter with future Korra in her head, and yes, she had only ever referred to herself as a teleporter. She wondered briefly if this was why, the memory of Asami putting it into terms she could understand seemingly for the first time. Her head began to ache.

"I can take you inside somewhere if you'd like to talk, I know it's cold. I just thought…this place, there'd be no way you'd think this is fake…" The pair knew every rock, nook and crevice that surrounded them, indeed a layer of frost had taken roost around its sharp edges, yet both knew and felt that this was indeed Yue Bay, as it would always be etched into their minds. "We can only go places we've seen before really."

Asami wavered, rocking back on her heels as her mind raced. She loosened her grip on Korra's, eventually dropping the hand altogether as they eyed the water. Asami hugged herself tight, Korra clenched and unclenched her fists as she waited for the silence to break.

"We?" she asked nonchalantly. Not sure how she'd feel if there was a woman amongst the new secret cult of whatever it is Korra was now a part of.

"Four more Jumpers, and their…Familiars. Well two Familiars, the guys are brothers and are each other's Familiars. Familiar's are like, soul…guardians, we keep each other grounded so we don't go insane with power or grandeur or whatever…"

"How'd you meet? The other Jumper's I mean."

"They called me."

"How did they get your number?"

"No they called me. I was asleep in my bed and then I woke, from a nightmare I think and as I sat up I, uh well they dragged me out. I woke up in this white and orange room. Varrick had set out crash mats for me to land on."

"Varrick, I know that name."

"You would he's a scientist. His wife, or assistant I can't tell which, became a teleporter two solstice's ago and he's been obsessed with getting us all together ever since." Asami recalled the man, eccentric, erudite and completely mad. He was a genius, although she hated to admit it, and had heard collaborating with him was so painful that no one could get any projects past the basic concept stage. She had thought that had been the reason for his absence at galas, no one could guess this.

"I thought this was spiritual- I mean it seemed that way when we…you."

"It is but there are physical elements to it that he's measuring. He has a whole lab set up and training facilities, I've can show you, you can meet everyone…" Korra trailed off, realising she'd neglected to ask the most important question, "that's if you want to. I know you're busy."

"I'm the only person you've told?" Asami smiled at the hopeful thought, dipping to catch Korra's downward gaze. She grinned back at her feeling acceptance in such incapacitating waves that she barely thought about whatever came out of her mouth next.

"You're the only person I want to." The blush on her dark skin was heart wrenchingly endearing, Asami couldn't help but unlatch her fingers from over chest and throw them back over Korra's shoulders. That was all Korra needed, her toned arms wrapped across Asami's slender back and crushed her into her, and then their special place seeped away, and was replaced, at first by brilliant affluent green, then a sterile glaring white walls with orange coving.

"Zhu Li! I'm 156% sure that Korra girl is getting attacked!" Asami flinched as Varrick's shrill shout filled the humungous room. Asami turned to witness the man, eyes encapsulated by goggles, hair firing out in thick black tendrils from behind the straps, bolting towards them in earnest.

"They appear to be hugging in the landing pad." Zhu Li answered in her trademark flat tone.

"Go do the thing! Sweetums,"

"I'm afraid I didn't sign of on that pet name yet Sir." Zhu Li added, but she said it with a smirk before the woman teleported to the two girls side. "I trust this your Familiar, Korra?"

"Uh-" Korra swallowed. Stepping back from Asami and habitually gripping the back of her neck.

"Yes." Asami interjected, "I promise to keep her sane." she reached a hand out for Zhu Li to shake.

"Yeah," Korra took a step as yet another weight fluttered off of her shoulders, "Zhu Li this is Asami-"

"Sato!" Varrick announced proudly rounding in on them, "I've been meaning to get you in for a meeting to collaborate with me on some things, picture this; the internet for your eyes! Surgically implanted microchips drilled right into your corneas!"

"I'm really just here for Korra, Sir." Korra had to bite back a chuckle.

"Well then, let's meet the team!" Asami had to admire the inventor brushed of rejection and failure like it was nothing. Varrick sprinted to the nearest door, Asami caught the small appreciating smirk that Zhu Li had as she gazed after him, remembering with a jolt the way Korra had looked at her that morning, and kissed her, and held her and told her she loved her and the world stopped moving until she disappeared. Korra's hand spurred her out of her daze, and the pair stepped into the next room through the veil.

"Jump Team, do the thing!" Varrick announced, out of breath. They had entered into a room with a box dead centre, a box taller and longer than the human body it could almost have been a room, if not for it's fundamental lack of doors and windows.

Next to this was an assault course, water tank, weights and a salad bar that currently had two young men pawing over it hungrily, both black hair and pale skin except one was tall and the other slightly shorter and stockier. The shorter of the two turned from inhaling his plate-mountain of food and swallowed to shout excitedly.

"Korra!"

"Hey Bolin." Korra said with a warm smile. The taller of the two nodded before they both set their plates down and teleported over to them in perfect unison. "Mako." Asami had half a mind to be jealous, but whatever jealousy was left in her was reserved for the mystery woman who she had yet to meet.

"Bataar Jr!" Varrick shouted indignantly, "Where's your Jumper?"

Bataar Jr. lifted his head out from behind his laptop, his attention ripped away from the rows upon rows of numbers and algorithms that he had been pouring over since he'd got here six months ago. He shrugged and turned towards the clearly sign posted bathroom sign and shouted.

"K you in there?"

A faint reply could be heard, Asami stopped breathing. For a moment nothing, and then she felt Korra's hand drop from hers. Before she could inspect her best friend's face she knew, this was she. Kuvira.