This is the song of Asami's fav band so yeah. I'm doing that now (Hozier - Work Song) watch?v=0_oGM2o2y0Y&list=RD5_JUReD3QoE&index=18

If Asami had to imagine what her future with Korra would be like, she couldn't help but imagine dancing. To her new favourite band. Hozier. A soft and soulful voice that filled her with her memories of kissing sleepy Korra awake. Her fingers combing through ebony locks as Asami worked. Lazily drawing her fingers over her skin as she held her from behind, tickling just under her breasts that made it hard to concentrate. The morning of New Years Eve had been golden in colour, ice had no place there as Korra drew her from the mattress. Both disheveled in their underwear and sleep shirts, Korra brought Asami against her and swayed gently as her tumbler rang with soulful abandon. The engineer marvelled in the taught silk way her hair felt when pulled back into that teeny tiny knot, like a pomeranian puppy's tufted tail. Asami had had her lips on Korra's jaw as the Water Tribe hummed to words she'd memorised months ago, and the heiress enjoyed the soft scars that scored her flesh against her nervous lips.

Her fingers touched her stomach beneath her vest, the long imperfection that surprised her a few days ago was a patch of silk beneath long fingers. Korra didn't shy away from her touch for a second. Although in a gentle motion she drew Asami's arms apart, one stroking her dappled spine beneath her clothes and the other holding her hand proud loosely between their faces. As she waltzed, and rich light poured over them and Asami committed the lyrics to memory, Korra brought her head back to kiss the heiress' temple and Asami brought hers down to kiss her throat scars. She remembered the state Korra had been in all those years ago. She knew every blemish that it left behind intimately. She'd tended them, changed their bandages and been the balm that had let her heal.

"They belong to you." Korra had whispered, "You fixed me." her fingers carved into Asami's hair, "You're my engineer."

Asami responded with what she had always wanted to do when they danced together, kissing Korra fervently and ardently. Kisses that grew salty in the bittersweet perfection of that moment, knowing then this was how she wanted to spend eternity, with her and their precious memories. She thought of all the family reunions Korra had dragged her to, and how she wished more than anything they could have been as official outwardly as she had felt in her heart. Asami imagined dancing with Korra at her parent's twenty fifth wedding anniversary in a year. She imagined dancing with her at a wedding of their own. Slow steps circling each other in perfect balance on the snow. Sheaths of light blessing them from above as they embraced and waltzed beneath the aurora super nova that had become of the southern lights.

She could scarcely believe how far from this she'd come in just a few short days. As Zhu Li glared incredulously, Hozier, Korra, their bright futures together had shrunk into a pitiful pea in the distance, encapsulated by an impossible swirl of unyielding ice on the shore of Harbour City. All that remained, was the pathetic, odd children's toy she clung to, and the dent it's string was beginning to leave in her finger.

"Not here." Asami whispered glancing at her lost love tackling Bolin across the room, having completely missed their new pet. Zhu Li took the message instantly, inclining her head towards the door and the pair slipped outside unnoticed.

"Look I don't know what you think this is but…"

"Can I see it?"

"Wouldn't that…ruin the box for you?"

"Varrick and I built the box together." Zhu Li extended her hand and Asami unraveled her fingers from the artefact. "Did Korra get this for you? Have you tampered with our experiment Asami?"

"No." Zhu Li looked up at her, but her expression was unreadable as the bright unbearable sun filled her glasses with a light that Asami couldn't see past. The teleporter's cogs were working in their quiet and modest way as Asami struggled with how to explain her self. So much so that all none of the thoughts and lies and truths rushing through her head made it out her mouth.

Zhu Li inspected the toy again, thumbing it almost affectionately and instinctively slipping the string around her middle finger. She let it unravel, and with a deft flick of her wrist the contraption whirled its way back into her grip.

"Exceptionally powerful." Zhu Li finally parted with the toy after an achingly long moment, to Asami, and a revelation. "Korra can time travel can't she?" The older woman didn't seem to be reacting one way or the other. Her grey eyes flitted up to Asami's and inspected every crevice of the engineer's face.

"She came back to me. A year from now. I don't think she knew what she was doing."

"What did she tell you?"

"Nothing. She wouldn't spoil anything." Asami folded her arms over her ribs and darted her eyes back to the door. She fought desperately with the urge to say something was wrong with Kuvira, but not only did a yo-yo seem pathetic proof, if she spoke out of time and turn something much worse could unravel. "You're not meant to know about it either."

"Are you?"

"She said she didn't know what she'd done until I freaked out about it."

"How did you know?"

"She had…shorter hair. More scars." Asami pursed her lips, feeling lipstick dormant and unloved still slick on the skin, "She kissed me. Said she loved me." She hadn't known she was weeping until she blinked and felt the tear bash off of her eyelashes. She slapped a hand on her cheek to catch it. "She made me promise I wouldn't say anything to her about it." Her own fingers on her cheek were longer and colder than she was used to, but for that moment she pretended, pushing hair behind her ear she collected herself. "I think I should go."

"Asami-"

"I'm fine. Just…wake me up in a year okay?"

"An ability like hers is dangerous. Unpredictable. If Korra is as powerful as you say she is, there's no telling the damage she could do."

"Korra would never intentionally-"

"I'm not talking about her hurting others. Not consciously at least. There are high risks that come with this practice. Most importantly for herself."

"I can't think about this now." Asami squeezed her eyes shut and shoved the toy deep into her pocket. She hated the way no matter how hard she pursed her lips, it would only make them shake more fiercely. She wanted Korra to calm them, but knew instantly that wasn't going to happen.

"Where is she now?"

"Other than in there? I don't know. She left without saying goodbye."

And with that Asami strode back into the facility, mopping fervently at tears before allowing herself to look across the room. For once Bataar Jr. didn't have his head in a screen, he was being bullied in quick succession by Korra and the teleporting wonder dog.

"What happened?" Asami tried to keep a light edge to her voice.

"Four eyes tried to reattach Naga's catheter and the big lug fell asleep on him." Kuvira appeared next to her, admiring the sight. Korra, who had pinned the dog in the first place, had her cheek on its hind legs and opened her mouth in mock snoring.

"She smells!"

"Hey!" Korra perked up. "I represent that comment!"

"Where's my phone? I have to remember this for his birthday."

"You will not show Mi Maw Beifong this!" Bataar Jr. had a shriek in his voice and Kuvira doubled over with laughter, leaning slightly on Asami's arm before teleporting to her kit bag on the other side of the room. Naga groaned a little as Bataar struggled, Korra mimicked the sound with an adorable growl of her own.

"Sick him Naga. Show no fear. Ugh not my face! No! My mouth was open!"

"Justice!" Bataar crowed as he wiggled out from the beast that was ready to go another round. Asami admired the scene from afar, getting lost in its whimsy and surreal oddness as she leaned against the bank of computers. Behind her a heated argument between Varrick and the brother's was taking place of similar importance.

"Say you manage to get the ostrich horse in to the machine, how are you going to justify riding it into battle?" There was an air of ridiculous in the lab that day that was contagious it seemed.

Korra jumped beside her, quickly joined by a keening dog that suddenly took an affectionate interest in the tall human clad in red and black with the sad eyes. Asami bent down, and for the first time that day, Naga allowed her ears to be tickled without pouncing.

"She'll be needing a home soon you know."

"Can't Varrick take her?" Korra looked back at the man, wildly explaining his three stage plan for teleporting marsupials and their various uses.

"Somehow I don't think he'll be a loving environment. I get the feeling the maid will see more of her than the Moon's ever will."

"Varrick's you mean."

"Sure." Korra bent down and buried her face in the tuft at Naga's back, "my apartment block doesn't allow pets." Her baby blues glanced up at the heiress, melting the strange erratic beating thing in her chest cavity.

"You're not just trying to give me company after my…parting of the ways?"

"I swear. I want her. She is my spirit animal."

"Last week you said Nick Offerman was your spirit animal."

"It can be two things!"

"And Moleman from the Simpsons?"

"Asami please I'll walk her and everything. She'll just be another light in your gorgeous penthouse!" At that moment Naga flipped presenting her tummy that Asami resisted by a surprising amount to scratch. "Your dad never let you have pets, here's your chance. Make it what you want my engineer."

Asami blanched at the memories Korra suddenly evoked. In that time Naga deployed a secondary assault of utter cuteness, standing on hind legs as if to pounce she placed her front paws on Asami's shoulders and keened against her chest. Asami's eyes narrowed as she spied Korra pushing at the dogs back.

"Look she loves you!"

"Alright!"

The day came to a close not long after that. Korra delivered Naga and Asami to their new home together and for the most part she was the perfect house guest. The dog possessed an instinct and found her way into Asami's arms whenever she was feeling particularly forlorn. Naga would also sit vigilantly listening as the tall woman who now fed her would rant and rave about work, Korra, Kuvira and Korra, Korra, Korra. She actively avoided Zhu Li and her questions. Avoiding training wherever possible, she didn't know the woman and it made her feel worse thinking if she ever told her the truth she'd have to relive it.

Before she knew it two months had skated by of routine and puppy love. Korra would come by daily to check on them both, but never said a word about their last night together. Varrick was about to start human trials soon, Bataar Jr. was the first to volunteer. Asami deflected an invitation, she had a convention in New York to attend and would rather not see how close Korra and Kuvira had gotten. Her warnings to the eccentric billionaire always went unnoticed anyway.

She wouldn't have been able to stand the way Kuvira clung to Korra's hand as Bataar Jr. gave them both a thumbs up and stepped behind the glass. He gave a gentle wave, before pulling on his tuxedo tie.

"He's got it in his head he'll be the first teleporter super spy," Kuvira laughed. Korra leaned over and kissed her temple.

"The fleet of ostrich horses and now him? We'll be unstoppable babe."

Zhu Li and Varrick muddled around the machine, checking, double checking dials and levers. Back at the computers they combed through algorithms with a fine tooth comb.

"I'm getting claustrophobic in here Varrick!" Bataar shouted leaning on the bar provided, once to tie down the beasts, now for him to grip. He looked up and winked at Kuvira, Korra felt her grip relax in her own and sent Bataar an appreciative smirk.

"Kuvira do you want to check for yourself?" Zhu Li offered. The pair teleported to the console, leaving Korra, Mako and Bolin on the observation bench. Korra kept watching the man pace in his cage, seeing Kuvira was separate from Korra, he caught her eye and mouthed.

"Take care of her." Korra pursed her lips, studying his grey eyes and thick glasses, before nodding.

Kuvira jumped back and snatched at Korra's hand. Naga keened and put her head on the taller woman's lap.

Varrick started the procedure, and flares of light began to surround Bataar. Not a lot happened at first, he was leaning, watching the arms rise and fall like breathing until something became attuned. Naga started barking as Bataar Jr. gripped the bar. His face slowly turning red, veins visible from twenty feet away.

"Varrick stop!" Korra shouted.

"No don't it's working. I can feel it!" Kuvira clenched her free fist in Naga's mane as she watched Bataar tremble. He let out a sopping gasp, blood trickled from his nose, his ears, and before they could reconsider he was on his knees. Mako and Bolin tore at the power cables as Korra dove in the box and jumped him out. He was awake for perhaps two seconds. He slapped a hand on Korra's clavicle and made her look at him.

"It's okay." he managed before he became unconscious and curled in her arms, chin to chest, glasses askew.

Kuvira stood, fists clenched as Korra pressed an ear to his chest. She lay him back and started pumping on his heart, listening, pumping. It felt like hours waiting for a motion that would never come. In his suit and tie, bloody, eyes wide open, Bataar Jr. Beifong was dead.