Happy Endings
Reviews: Minimus Prime: Oh wow, I can see that it could be interpreted that way because of the way I ended it. I guess I'll explain how I envision the events after that story. I imagine the two spending a lot of time together after that and slowly developing feelings for one another. That's kind of how I envision most relationships, actually.
Flowervase987: I'm really sorry, I was going to do another one-shot as a sequel for that one for today, but this plot-bunny kind of took over. If I ever get around to writing a sequel to it, though, I'll make sure to post it right here.
A.N: This is certainly the angstiest piece that I've written for Bolinora week. You've been warned.
Summary: A plague is sweeping the world of avatar that only kills non-benders. The world's specialists, healers, and Korra are all working on a cure, to no avail. A twenty-five year old Jinora has been working herself to the bone trying to find a cure, and now it's finally reached Republic City.
Jinora was desperately searching through a book on diseases, trying nearly in vain to keep her eyes open, when she heard the door to the library open.
"Jinora?" asked Bolin, a shocked look on his face, "How long have you been here? You hadn't left when I came in yesterday at seven, and it's seven in the morning." She ignored him, choosing to continue reading.
"Jin, how long have you been here," he asked again.
"A day or two," she said off-handedly.
"You need to sleep," he said, "This isn't good for you."
"I don't need to sleep," she muttered.
"You'll run yourself into the ground if you don't," he said, almost pleadingly.
"I don't need to sleep," she said, "I need to find a cure for this."
"It's not your responsibility," he said.
"Is that why you think I'm doing this," she asked, "Because I think it's my responsibility? No, I'm doing this to save the people I care about. I've already lost Uncle Bumi, I can't let anyone else die. Mom, Rohan, Asami, and her daughter, this plague could kill so many people we care about if we don't put a stop to it!"
"But you need to take care of yourself too," he said, "They wouldn't want you to kill yourself over them. Neither do I."
She swept her book up into her arms and grabbed her glider before he said, "Wait! We just need to get through this and everything will be ok."
"This isn't a pretty little fairly-tale, Bolin," she said, "This disease is spreading like wild-fire, and it has the capacity to kill almost everyone we hold dear. It doesn't matter if I'm well rested, because if we don't find this cure, no one's getting a happy ending. No non-bender will even get out of it alive." She stormed out of the library and took off on her glider.
A.N: Sorry, I don't know how I managed to make the prompt "Happy Ending" angstier than anything else, but the idea sort of took over, and here it is.