So this is epilogue #1

I ran out of plan for this story so the rest is kind of free form. Actually that's a lie I have a tiny amount of plan left but I'm leaving room for expansion.

I might post original work on tumblr when this is done. So far not done.

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"In the corner-top left corner! Ga! Mako you suck. You're a cop for your day job? That's what you do? Seriously bro?"

"Firing a gun in real life is next to nothing like pressing R1 on a controller Bolin."

"The game literally aims for you and you still manage to shoot yourself in the foot."

"It's glitchy!"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"I didn't realise you were this invested in my game bro."

"No I think I'm actually gonna barf." Bolin pitched forward off the couch and hunched over on his hands and knees, head spinning.

"Not on the rug, not on the rug!" Mako dropped his controller to grip Bolin's shirt, before he could tug he was gripped by the same nauseating sensation and fell to his knees. Blinking slowly, he raised his head as an ethereal light spirit danced into view. It was weak what was on its other side was both indecipherable and infinitely alluring."Someone's calling us Bo."

"Then pick it up." Mako sucked in a breath, and raised his arm as best he could. Finger tips touched the glow, and their apartment, games consoles, left over noodle boxes and fire ferrets posters fell away with the rest of the world. The brother's found themselves in a dark room, no windows and a heavy door lined with pipes and pumps of a heating system. They weren't the only one's to be called. Behind them lay the struggling tangled forms of two teenagers blushing madly. A boy with dark hair and undercuts, and a girl with pale skin and half bun hair.

As their heads began to clear, their vision adjusted to the dark, and spied the bed in the clearing of this boiler room, and a woman strapped to it and intravenous chemicals pouring into her arms.

Bolin stood bolt upright without warning his brother, who bowled forward and flipped onto his back.

"Mako it's Zhu Li."

Mako's attention however was captured by the two fifteen year olds that Bolin wasn't facing.

"Bolin is it a solstice yet?"

"I used the calendar as Pabu's bedding." Mako was about to berate his brother for destroying the one thing they needed to keep track of when the boy in front of him opened his mouth and let a tentative and cracking voice cry out.

"Who are you? What do you want with us?"

"Uh…god I am not prepared for this." Mako stood tall in front of them, yet unaware of his seemingly looming presence that made the younger boy feel the need to match him.

"Get behind me Jinora."

"Get behind yourself." She retorted, finding her feet and taking in the room. "Is she okay?" She paced to Bolin, who was inspecting the contraptions that kept Zhu Li in her comatose state.

"Her eyes are moving." Bolin observed. Mako stepped up, rolling up his sleeves and checking her pulse, her breathing, lifting the lids of her eyes to inspect pupils and letting them fall closed again with a slick click. The moment he did the latter Zhu Li flinched and they all felt a pull towards her.

"What is that?" The boy fretted holding his head and resisting as hard as he could. His body shifting like he was teleporting into the same spot.

"Kai calm down."

"You're like us!" Bolin finally paid attention to the young couple, both glared at him.

"Like what?" Jinora asked tentatively, heart thrumming in her chest. As if to answer Bolin jumped to her side.

"We're teleporters?"

"Mako we've got new members!" Boisterous Bolin expanded his arms and pulled the two, heads still reeling, into a near painful hug. "Our family is getting so big now!"

"She must want us to save her." Mako rationalised, and began the careful process of removing needles from her arms. As he pushed back her sleeves he noted the bruises and cuts. "This must've been another Jumper. No one else would be able to pin her down enough to fight her."

"Someone new?"

"I can't think of anyone we know."

"Wait we're teleporters!"

"We'll explain at the lab."

"Lab!" Kai positively shrieked. Bolin let out a laugh but his smile soon dropped when he watched Mako prop Zhu Li's unconscious body over his arms.

"Relax kid. If we were going to kill you we would have done it already." Mako jumped so he was in front of him, "You're at the party now."

"You are terrible at talking to kids bro."

With an extra hard Bolin-Squeeze the conscious foursome with Zhu Li in tow leapt into the centre of the orange coving room. They dawdled and parted, unsure of how to act next.

"Yeah Kuvira and Zhu Li usually deal with the welcome tour…" Mako began, seeking a place to place the woman in his arms and smirking as Bolin took to the task no problem. Flicking from pool to sparring mats to salad bar and narrating every intricate detail to how they helped a teleporter in training.

"Oh thank god!" Varrick's shrill, pain soaked voice emanated from behind the consoles. He stood, legs wobbly, as if he'd been crouched there in a complete state of entropy for a long time. He stumbled to Mako, immediately relieving him of his wife. "Mako, Bolin whatever you want it's your the world's your oyster- heck I can find you the world's biggest oyster, cover it in gold it'll be the fancied seafood you've ever seen!" he turned back to tending to his wife curling into his arms by instinct, "My Zhu Li. My moon and stars you're safe!" was all he could decipher from his frantic, panicked apologetic whispers to her. Despite his slight build he was able to carry her with ease.

"I think she's coming around. She called us. And some newbies." Mako intimated his head to Bolin.

"-And this is where we practice deactivating bombs!" This snapped Varrick's attention to what was going on around his wife.

"That's impossible. Solstice isn't for another month." he murmured.

"Maybe there are others out there, I mean there has to be, only a jumper could have gotten to Zhu Li like this." Mako noted how much Varrick's complexion paled and narrowed his golden eyes in a way that could make a perp's balls shrink. It was a way, he'd learned, to make sure that whatever was said next would be the truth.

Korra spiralled in and out of consciousness for several hours. Each new awakening was a blessing that felt like a dream. She'd spent the day alone to practice walking on her own, so she could walk up to Asami and thank her for everything. Now that she had waking up to the heiress curled on the hospital bed beside her was a total culture shock. Eyes closed and a self assured smirk on her lips that Korra felt a surge of guilt about wanting to kiss off. She couldn't believe that anyone would walk out on that adorable sleeping face, and right then she hated whoever it was that made Asami cry like she had those weeks ago with the intensity of a thousand suns.

She raised her hands, wanting to take Asami's bruised face between them, feel the skin, absorb the moment before it disappeared. She remembered warmly that Asami wasn't going anywhere, despite her mistakes, having drawn her into chaos and mayhem she would still be there when Korra woke. Like she always has.

"Why are you hovering your hands over my face?" Korra jolted, rescinding her almost touch as Asami opened her eyes. "Hey." She caught a hand and knotted her fingers between her own.

"I'm asleep I swear."

"Your eyes are seriously like luminescent Korra." Korra covered them in response, cheeks howling red beyond the other deep colours that had already tainted her face.

"It's nothing I was just…" Asami pried her fingers away from her eyes.

"What were you thinking?" It was asked in the least accusatory tone imaginable, but Korra found it impossible to make eye contact as she spoke. When she did she detangled her fingers again, and ghosted their tips over Asami's healing wounds and bruises. Her brows drew together, she chewed her lip and on every word before she let them come out.

"I did this to you." She flinched when she heard Asami laugh. She set her jaw and shifted her look of concern to a full on indignant glare.

"I did this for you."

"You've done enough for me. You do too much and I can't even protect you from the overspill of my crap."

"Protect me? Korra I'm not your sidekick or your princess. I mean isn't that technically what you are Miss Daughter of Tonraq Chief of the Water Tribe?" she teased stroking her fingers against a spot behind Korra's ear she already knew made her breath quicken and blue eyes flutter. "I'm just glad that I was there to help you. I mean you had a potentially deadly super weapon about to blow up in your face and your first instinct was to make me safe…So it's not like you didn't deserve my help to save the city or anything. You're welcome by the way."

"We could have died."

"That's the job." Asami echoed Korra's assurances from that first insane day. As she said it she felt the memories waft between them. Korra kissing her that first time, and second and third. The Park the mattress, the candles, the dancing in the apartment, their apartment. She drew her thumb over Korra's dark bottom lip trying, briefly, to remember how it tasted and felt between her own. Nothing could stop her from reconnecting their lips again in that moment. She wanted it all. She remembered with a bittersweet sigh against her mouth that those moments had been and gone for the heiress, and were yet to come for Korra. Before she knew it she was printing lipstick on her throat and cheek.

"Ah-Asami." Korra flinched, feeling her wound tear a little as her stomach muscles tensed and mitigated for the butterflies having a violent triad turf war in her stomach. Her hand flew to the bandage and thumbed at it to check the stitches.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be I just…I don't think consecutive heart and stomach surgeries are covered by my HMO, you know."

"I know I'm sorry it's just…" Asami blushed a little as she drew her lips over her ear to whisper, "I loved you for so long and I just wanted…" her confidence wavered as she felt her hand touch her ribs, "I know there's not been much of a build up for you." she drew back.

"I wouldn't say there hasn't been…" Korra's blush deepened, "Why'd you think I kept taking you to Yue Bay last summer? It wasn't just to show off my surf game."

Asami covered her mouth as she blanched. She murmured against her hand, "I bought that skimpy bikini and I felt like such an idiot."

"The red Chanel one it was…snazzy."

"Snazzy?"

"I heard it as soon as I said it lets just forget it."

"Never that's burned into my brain. You're just going to have to deal with that."

"What are you documenting my catch phrases now?"

"Your mom and I have a scrapbook."

"Oh god." Those two words sent Asami back again, New Years Day, early morning her ear against her lips as Korra moaned into her ear as fireworks raged outside the pent house windows cheering them on. Her muscular naked back arching in the sparkling light. Her strong hands tracing her every surface and expressing how much she adored them with just those two words, over and over. Her smile dropped, blush brightened and felt the urge propel her entire body back into Korra. Taking her head in her hands and taking her mouth beneath hers.

The Water Tribe girl tried her best to appreciate the sudden kiss but felt her abs sear and scream, as much as she stifled the urge to cry out all she managed was an agonised whimper as she clamped strong hands on Asami's elbows. Asami heard it, and retreated bashfully. She fussed at the pain tears that had seeped from Korra's eyes, apologising profusely.

"I can't do this." She whispered, half hoping the heiress wasn't listening. "Every time you get me riled up it pulls here." she confessed. "And I know she tried to kill you but…"

"You can't help thinking about her."

"She's so unbalanced."

"Unbalanced? She tried to commit semi-genocide."

"You can't be mad at someone who's not all there. Familiars ground us. If you were…gone I'd tear the world apart to get you back."

"You're gonna make us find her aren't you?"

"I'm responsible for her."

"Do you love her?" Korra didn't know how to respond at first. She pursed her lips and felt Asami's lipstick there, the taste the texture of it, she loved it so much she'd decided she wanted it there every day. She reached up and traced her thumb over Asami's bottom lip.

"It doesn't compare." She blinked, and Asami watched the last of the tears she'd missed tipple across her temple, "I never thought you would… and then you said she broke up with you and I had hope. But I was with her and then Bataar… I couldn't break her down any more than what had happened already."

The engineer clenched her eyes shut, replaying every encounter, before Kwong's before the craziness started. Korra had loved her, maybe for as long as she had. They had lied to each other to keep each other happy. As her mind raced and reassessed, she felt soft lips tracing her jaw, the corner of her mouth her nose. She fed her hand into Korra's collar and kept her there. She turned them, Korra's arms either side of Asami as she pressed.

"Isn't this hurting you?" Asami asked between kisses.

"So much." Asami grinned against her lips and pushed her back.

"A month." She sat upright, tucking her hair behind her ears in an effort to control her breathing.

Asami urged. "In a month. June. I'll take you on a real date. It'll be tactful and memorable and safe…That way when I kiss you, you won't have an aneurism."

Korra tucked her hands under her cheeks like a pillow and couldn't help but pout. "That's like four whole weeks."

"I'm not going anywhere." Asami arched her back like a cat waking slowly, her eyes shut until she froze, feeling Korra's warm fingers grace her thigh. Tracing idle circles, and then stretching her touch so her palm touched the bottom of her hospital gown. She slapped an alabaster hand on her mocha fingers teasing the seam. "Korra." She warned with a weaker voice than she'd anticipated. Korra's fingers twisted, her thumb stroking her hand but still retaining her touch on Asami's inner thigh.

"Asami." The engineer could detect the smug grin on Korra's face as she countered.

"A month Korra." Asami reiterated, taking a moment to absorb her touch before rolling unceremoniously out of the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go feed Naga." Asami was tugging on her boots and rushing for the door, memories of their morning together pouring through her eyes in hot flashes. Korra's beautiful patchwork body, hard and soft in all the right places, surrounding her in comfort and passion. If she went there now she'd probably destroy her. Oh how she wanted her to destroy her.

"You forgot your jeans!" Korra called after her, grin splitting her face.

"Can't come back for them. Too risky!"

"How come you can't you wear pants in bed anyway?" Asami bit down on her knowing smile, turning back, flipping her hair as was natural when she was happy or horny and it came out especially breathtaking when it was a combination of the two.

"Spoilers." and with that she left, smiling hard for the world to see. When she got in a cab she started to giggle, and then laugh, hard. When she realised how disturbing this was to the driver she could only laugh harder, tears poured from her eyes. She pawed at her thigh feeling the ghost of Korra's fingers there. Present Korra loves her. Nothing else compared.