A/N - I've been blow any with all the support guys, thanks for much for readings, favoriting, following, all that stuff. In response to that I've been adding a lot to my original story idea, I was expecting to only write like 5k or so and I'm almost there and have so much more for the story. Anyway, continue to send me any feedback you guys have for the story, it's always awesome to hear. Thanks a lot guys and happy reading!

Korra stumbled through the door leading from the garage into her house, cursing softly as she stubbed her toe on the bad containing her catcher gear that was propped up next to the door. "Well, so much for making a subtle entrance." She thought to herself. Stopping for a moment to take off her shoes Korra sadly contemplated the bag of catching gear in light of her current troubles. Her family didn't have a lot of money to throw around, both her parents worked long hours that didn't exactly pay at lofty rates but they always made sure she had everything that she needed, especially the best softball gear they could get. Korra shook her head fondly at the memory of the winter back in the water tribe where their family hailed from where her father tried to teach her dog Naga how to pull a dog sled he found for free to try and win a race for some extra money to send her to a summer softball camp. It ended up going horribly however the head official for the race also happened to be the lead sponsor of the softball camp and was so amused at Korra's father trying to compete in a race where normal competitors had 8 dogs with 1 dog that had offered to let Korra go for free. "And, now I may have blown my opportunity to make all that effort worth it." Korra realized, feeling a tear beginning to form in her eye. She took a deep breath to steady herself then continued into the kitchen where she could hear her parents, conversing while waiting for her.

"Korra, there you are." Her father stated as soon as he saw her move into the room. Korra stopped short of her parents staying on the opposite side of the room.

"So, I suppose you heard from coach about my test." Korra stated numbly. "I guess I really messed up this time."

"Ah, sweetie." Her mother rushed over to Korra and pulled her into her arms and wiped the tear away that had strayed down her face. Korra hadn't even realized that she had stated crying. "We know you tried your best, there's no need to beat yourself up."

"Besides," Korra's father began from with a smirk on his face. "We don't give up that easy."

"What do you mean?" Korra looked at her father not daring to put too much hope into his words. "What else could we do?"

"Well, we talked to Coach Lin and while you cannot stay on the team if you have a failing grade in a class. In turns out there might be an opportunity for you to knock that grade in time for the championship game." Her father's smirk had now turned into a full smile seeing the effect his words were having on his daughter.

"I... I mean that sounds amazing. But how am I going to be able to raise my grade? All the scores are in and Mrs. Clark never gives out extra credit."

"Well it turns out a former student happen to stop into Mrs. Clark's class today. She was a student of hers back when she used to go to Republic City High School and is now at Republic City University. Apparently she's some kind of engineering prodigy and she's just started up work on an apparently revolutionary idea at the university. She was looking for someone to give her some part-time help. She requested you, by name it appears."

"Why would she do that?" Korra questioned. "Obviously I'm no math superstar, not to mention how would she even know my name? I don't know anyone who goes to RCU."

"I'm not sure, but regardless, all that matters is she did and Mrs. Clark agreed that if you work with her and help her for a couple hours a week she'll let you retake the final exam in two weeks. If you do better on it then she'll take that for your final grade. I figure between spending time with a genius like this girl is and getting another couple weeks to study you should have a good chance to pass the class." For the first time since she got her test back that afternoon Korra felt excitement and hope burst back into her consciousness.

"Mom, Dad, this is so amazing." Korra threw her arms up around both her parents, no longer able to contain herself. "I've got to go let everybody know the news." Korra took off for her room to IM the rest of the crew.

"Sounds good, honey." Her mom chuckled at her daughter's antics. "She'll pick you tomorrow after your morning practice; she also sent you an email of some basics on the project to know for tomorrow."

"Guys, you'll never believe had just happened!" Korra's computer pinged as she sent out an IM to group of friends. She quickly began to pull up her email as she waited for her friends to see her message.

"What?" Figures Opal would be the first to respond. She always was.

"My parents just got off the phone with coach. Mrs. Clark is going to let me retake the final. I'll get another chance to pass the class." She excitedly typed into her laptop.

"I thought you said Mrs. Clark never gives any leeway." Jinora chimed into the conversation. Korra could almost feel the self-satisfied smirk she knew Jinora was sporting through the screen. "What's the catch?"

"I've never hear of her doing it before. And, there is a catch. Apparently she had some former uber student of hers come visit today. She goes to the 'U' now. She was looking for some help with a project she's working on now I guess. Supposedly she asked for me by name. I have no idea why but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth you know."

"So you help this chick out for a couple weeks, ace your test retake, and you're good to go for the championship?" Bolin asked.

"Haha, I appreciate the confidence on the test but yea it looks like it."

"Good, I'd hate to have to take over your captaincy in your absence and have everybody forget about you." Kuveria joined in.

Korra shook her head in response. "No chance, Kuv." Kuveria certainly knew how to push her buttons, though she knew how to push Kuveria's as well. Korra supposed that wasn't the worst thing, kept them on their toes. "At any rate I've got to look through the basics of the project she sent me, supposedly we're going to get to work on it tomorrow after practice."

"What? Korra? Studying on a Friday night? Are you feeling ok, should I alert the media?"

"Oh, shut it, Kuv. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Korra signed off before she could get goaded into another back and forth match with her good natured rival and turned her attention to the email over the project. As she paged through the introduction a familiar feeling of dread returned to the pit of her stomach. This stuff was way over her head; she barely understood any of it. Maybe this whole plan wouldn't go quite as smoothly as she had jumped to.