"Bolin, Bolin, please wake up," Mako pleaded to the lifeless corpse. He knew somewhere deep down Bolin wasn't coming back, but that didn't matter, he was going to shake and plead until he showed some sides of life.

He barely felt as Asami and Korra picked him up and half dragged him to the main house. He didn't feel the soothing rag that was place on his forhead. He didn't feel lying in bed. All he could see was meaningless shapes and blurres running before his eyes. He killed his brother, he could never feel again.

After sometime, Mako fell asleep. He didn't dream, he didn't wake up until he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, shaking him. He remembered what happened. Some people said when they woke up, they forgot for a moment, until it all came crashing down.

Mako was no different.

"We need to talk," said a voice heavy with sorrow. Mako nodded and got out of bed. Everything hit him slowly, he was too numb to feel it all rush down on him. It didn't seem real, but he knew it was. Mako turned and found Tenzin leading him to the kitchen. He didn't ever relize it was Tenzin. Mako want to laugh, but could. He didn't think he was still able to.

They went it the kitchen and Tenzin sat down, expecting Mako to do the same. Mako followed his lead after a few seconds that seemed to last forever. Plopping down in a chair, he leaned forward and put his head on his hands, trying to pretend he wasn't feel like he really was.

"What happened? We already heard the girls story, but we want to hear yours." Pema said, by the stove, cooking breakfast. Maul didn't want to eat. He couldn't believe anyone else want to either.

"What did Korra and Asami say?" Mako asked. Tenzin shook his head.

"I can't tel you that. I hope you understand," Tenzin answered. Mako did. He was present in enough interigations to know you don't tell the criminal the other persons side.

"Yeah, um, okay. We were just doing regular bending stuff, nothing major. Until-until something came over Bolin. He wasn't himself. He didn't even to seem human. Bolin came at me and I defended myself. I didn't even know I hit him until the attacks stop coming. I ran over and wanted to see what happened. Asami and Korra were already there. They were crying, but I didn't think it was that bad, I didn't think I-" Mako paused and cleared his throut.

"Anyways, you know the rest," Mako finished. He didn't think he could continue. Tenzin nodded, never taking his eyes off of Mako.

"Where's Bo," Mako asked, slowly. Tenzin looked at him sideways.

"I had some of the White Lotus bring him in. Why?"

"I want to see him, just once, please." Tenzin looked over at Pema, who shrugged. Tenzin signed and got up, walking away. Mako followed his lead.

The two of them walked down the hallway, Mako felt sicker every step of the way. Did he really want to see Bolin's lifeless corpse? He didn't want to see Bolin like that.

As he walked down the hall, Mako was starting to imagine maybe it wasn't real, maybe everything was a dream. He would wake up and go to breakfast and Bolin and Jinora would be laughing, Korra would be talking to Tenzin, Pema would be taking care of her children, and Asami would be waiting for him, like always.

This was all a bad dream, he was going to wake up and everything would be back to normal. That's what was going to happen, Mako was sure of it. That's why it would hurt even more when he saw Bolin. Mako stopped and leaned against the wall, then soon slumped down on it.

"Mako?" Tenzin said, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him.

"I can't do it," Mako said.

"Can't do what?" Tenzin replied softy. Mako looked up and yelled, his eyes bloodshot.

"I can't do it. I can't see him. After what I did, I'm the reason why he's not here. All my fault," Mako finished quietly, barely a whisper. He allowed the single tear to slip down his cheek.

"Yes, Mako, you can see him. What ever happen, your brother wasn't himself. It was either him or you," Tenzin said, trying to comfort the broken teen. Mako buried his head in his arms, almost crying.

"I wish it was me," he said softly. Tenzin nodded, expecting this. Mako took care of his brother, he put Bolin and others needs before his. He shouldn't, Mako was still young, he needed someone to love and take care of him, he always missed that after his parents died, but he never let anyone see that. Soon, he just forgot he had needs. They just got in the way of things.

"Come on," Tenzin said, pulling Mako to his feet and patting him on the back, like that was going to make everything okay. He knew Tenzin didn't mean to make Mako feel mad, he just wanted to confort him, but that didn't matter. Nothing did.

Mako walked behind Tenzin for the last few feet. Tenzin stopped dead in front of him, causing Mako to run into his back.

"Tenzin, what's going on?" Mako asked, backing up. "Is the body-"

"Bolin?" Mako heard Tenzin say softly.

"What?" Mako tried seeing over his shoulder. Tenzin turned and looked at Bolin, the blood drained from his face. Mako was finally able to see what was in the room. When he did, he felt like he was going to vomit.

In the couch sat Bolin mindlessly picking his fingernails. Mako made a noise of disbelief and backed up, going so fast he fell on the ground. There in front of him sat his brother, who he killed, not twenty-four hours prior. This wasn't right, his brain chanted, this isn't natural. He ignored the voice, though. It didn't matter if it was natural or right his brother was back.

Mako ran forward, dispite Tenzin's warnings, and hugged his brother, letting the tears flow freely. Bolin akwardly hugged back, confused.

"What's going on? I woke up on a table with half my shirt fried and it was my favorite!" Bolin pouted. Mako laughed, still not believing what was happening. If this was a dream, it was by far one of his happiest. No matter what happened coming to This point.

"You were dead, Bolin," said Tenzin coming into the room. Bolin looked at his brother who nodded. He looked with shock at the two.

"I-i was dead?" Bolin said, don't quite believing what he was hearing. He just felt like he was asleep, taking a nice and relaxing nap. Never would he had thought he was dead. Though it did explain why there was a hole in his shirt, but the skin around it was fine. Maybe Ben Dan was working some magic. After all, he didn't want a dead vassel.

"Yes, Bolin, you were dead. But your fine now, that's all that matter," Mako said. Bolin had a feeling that there was something Mako or Tenzin wasn't telling him, but he was going to leave that question for later.

Bolin walked behind Mako and Tenzin. Mako was smiling like an idiot, whereas Tenzin was still pale and worried. Bolin figured he was just worried. After all, its not everyday someone comes back from the dead.

Seeing everyone was much like expected. At first they were shocked and confused, but then soon crowded around his, pestering him with questions. The main one was how did he come back, was he even dead? Bolin didn't know, he probably never would know. All that matter now was he was with his family and that's all that mattered.

Jinora came up to Bolin and hugged him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Bolin smiled down at her.

"I was worried you were gone forever," she said softly. Bolin shook his head.

"Its going to take a lot more to get rid of me.," he replied. Jinora smiled. Tenzin coughed somewhere next to him amd Bolin quickly broke away from Jinora, rubbing his neck.

"Sorry sir," Bolin said, sheepishly.

"Ignore him," Pema said. "After all, its you day." Bolin turned to Jinora.

"What should I do with my day?"

"Anything you want, as long as it involes me."

As soon as the Winter Olympics are over, these chapters will come a lot fast. Damn Olympics!