Bolin stubbled into Republic City, now in full control of his limbs. He woke up about, at least he was pretty sure, twenty or so miles from the city's outscirts. There was one thought one his mind, he need to get to Air Temple island. There was a need presant in him that he didn't understand, but he didn't try too. He just needed to get there.

After seeing the city and its lights from the mountains that sournded Republic City, Bolin finally allowed himself a break. He sat down in the cold snow, hardly feeling it as he stared at the sky and the twinkling stars above. Putting his hand behind his head, Bolin laughed. It was a crazy laugh, one that scared him, but in a way, also made him feel better.

"What all I going to do?" he asked himself. There was no reply. Bolin would be terrified if there was one. Sighing, Bolin got up and started to make the long treck down the mountain side.

He stopped where when the mountains ended and the city began. Bolin was raised here, he was born here, and he was finally coming back home. Taking a deep breath, Bolin walked down the streets, hiding in the shadows. His clothes were flithy and blood-stained, still from the science lab, or where ever he was.

Thankful, for the cover of the night, Bolin walked with his hands in his pockets, keeping his head down. Nothing was keeping him from his destination, not tonight.

After what seemed like only a few short minutes of walking, Bolin finally reached the ferry that could take him to the island. He boarded it and sat down in an empty seat, laying his head again the cool glass and looked at the river, reflecting the city in its surface.

"Is this seat taken?" asked a deep voice. Bolin didn't even look, just shook his head and continued to stare out the river.

"Do you mind if I take it?" asked the man, yet again, and again Bolin just shook his head.

As the man sat down, he asked Bolin, "What's your name, kid?"

"Bolin," he replied. The man nodded.

"I'm just leave you alone to your thoughts then, Bolin." The man leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Bolin then looked up and around the ship. There were very few on it. Many of whom, Bolin figured were just going to work.

After the ferry stopped, Bolin got up, taking a deep breath in. Before he got off, however, the man next to him grabbed his arm. Bolin tensed, thinking, he's one of them.

"Stay safe, kid. There's some scary people out there," Bolin nodded and the man let him go, closing his eyes again. Maybe the worlds not so bad after all. He smiled at the thought and walked off.

When Bolin got off, he took in a deep breath, looking around at the island. It was so long since the last time he was here, and he missed it painfully.

He walked up the pathway, excited to see his family and friends again. Korra and Mako were suppose to come here after they had everything situated in the South.

Bolin stopped suddenly, the thing was back. He was no long able to do anything, just watch. The thing made him walk up to where he knew there was swords an other weapons.

Opening the door, the thing examined the collection of verious weapons. After looking everything over, Bolin saw himself picking up a large sword hanging on the wall.

"This will do nicely," Bolin heard himself saying. Picking up a shelth laying next to it, the thing walked out. What are you doing? Bolin asked the creature. Just doing as I should. I'm going to teach you a little something.

"No," yelled Bolin. Taking control of his limbs, Bolin threw the sword out of his hands, hearing it clatter against the ground. If that's how it is, said the sprirt. Bolin imagined it crawling into somewhere in his brain, curling up to see so it will have enough energy to attack him yet again.

Bolin picked up the sword. He wasn't himself, hell, he wasn't even human. He want it to be over. Picking up the sword, Bolin closed his eyes, ready to-

"Bolin?" asked someone behind him. No it couldn't be, it couldn't. Bolin turned around and saw Jinora, bathed in moonlight, her face almost seemed to be glowing as the light hit it. He sucked in a breath, dropping the sword next to him.

"Jinora, what are you doing?" he asked, not moving from where he was sitting, under a tree.

"You were gone Bolin. We tried to find you. What happened?" Jinora asked, ignoring Bolin's questions.

"Jinora, it was horrible," Bolin said, trying to keep the tears back, he refused to cry infront of her. Bolin didn't want her to think he was weak.

Soon, Bolin was pouring out what happened to him. From when he got captured, to when he killed all those men, to when he wasn't in control of his body, to when he woke up and came here, how scared he was that the thing was going to take control.

After he was done, Jinora looked at him, and Bolin tensed, scared that she would run away from him, call him a freak. Instead, she leaned forward and placed her head on his shoulder. Bolin tensed, then all of his worry dissappeared and wrapped an arm around her, relaxing, finally.

"Bolin," Jinora said.

"Yeah?" Bolin responded.

"I just wanted to say, your probably the bravest person I have ever met," Jinora said.

"No, I'm not. Korra, or maybe Mako or Asami, but not me. I'm not brave I run away from everything," Bolinsaid, his words coming out slowly, he was putting thought into them.

"Who's to say who's the bravest?" Jinora asked. Bolin shook his head.

"You got me," he said, laughing. He didn't know ehat happend, but when he was with Jinora, all of his fears disapeared. He wasn't afraid of the thing inside of him.

But, a little voice inside of his head asked, what if it hurts her? Bolin froze and Jinora looked at him strangly.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing, I'm just worried, that's all," he said, shaking his head.

"You know, I know what could make you forget it," Jinora said, smirking. Jinora leaned forward slowly, as if she was giving Bolin time to stop her. When he didn't she pressed her lips to his, slowly kissing him. everything in the situation seemed slow, as if the universe was giving him time to say, this isn't okay, Jinora's four years younger, but he could bring himself to care.

Bolin snaked his arm up to her back, holding her closer. Jinora made a suprised squeak, but didn't brake away. Tenzin's going to murder you, said the little voice. Bolin smiled. Let him, he told the voice.

The two let what seemed like a infinte amount of thoughts, frustraitons, come to the surface. Bolin and Jinora said many things to each other, though none of them involed words. Jinora was right, all of Bolin's worries melted, he was sure now that he wouldn't hurt her, he never would.

Jinora broke away and looked into Bolin's eyes, staring at the emerald green that was untaited by anyother color.

"Are you scared?" she asked. Bolin shook his head.

"No, I can't find myself to be scared or worried," Bolin saud, shrugging.

"Why should you be worried?" Jinora wonderd.

"Because," Bolin signed, "just because."

"Because why?" Jinora resonded.

Bolin ignored her queston and pulled her up onto her feet.

"Let's go to dinner, I had enough questioning for tonight," Bolin said, and led her up the pathway to the main house.

Bolin was awoken by a soft knocking on the door. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Figuring it was Mako coming to check on him, Bolin said groggly, "Come in." The door opened and in the doorway stood Jinora.

"Jinora? What are you doing here?" Bolin asked.

"I don't know. Just," Jinora sighed. "Bolin, can I sleep here tonight?" She finished, her words coming out in a rush. Bolin nodded, dumbstrucked as Jinora crawled into the oppistie side of the bed.

They shifted around trying to get confertuble. When they stopped moving, Jinora turned over on her side and faced Bolin.

"Bolin," she started.

"Yeah?"

"I been having these dreams, well only just one, and it was about you," Jinora said. Bolin shifted, knowing what this was going tk be about, and he was scared.

"Jinora, let's just not talk about this right now. I don't think I can," Jinora nodded. After a few moments, she could here the soft snores of Bolin next to her. Jinora giggled, then soon followed his lead.

Tenzin opened the door slowly to Bolin's room, thinking he heard talking from there a moment ago. Korra and Pema were behind him, talking quietly about Korra's travels. Korra's room was near their's, so she often walked with them.

The three were not prepared for the suprise of his daughter sleeping besides him. He stopped dead, looking at the two with rage on his face. Korra and Pema stopped, sensing something was wrong.

Korra peaked over is shoulder and looked in, and started to laugh. Prma looked over too, with a strange look on her face, but after her seeing her husbands face of rage, Pema couldn't help the little giggles she let out.

After Korra calmed down a bit, she said, "So that's who Jinora was kissing." Tenzin turned around.

"What?" he shouted. Korra pressed a finger to her lips, telling his to be quiet. Korra shrugged and continued. "I saw Jinora kissing someone outside, right before dinner. I forgot about it when Bolin came back. I was planning on saying something, but I guess Bolin distracted me."

Pema walked over to Tenzin and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Tenzin, your little girl's growing up."