Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzz…

Korra slammed her fist down on the snooze button for seemed like the millionth time the next morning. "I'll get up next time it rings." She sleepily decided.

"Korra honey, you're going to be late for practice." Her mother sweetly warned her as she passed by her daughter's door. Korra responded by blearily opening her eyes and glared at her alarm clock. Her mother was right of course, she was already down to only 30 minutes before she had to arrive at softball practice.

"Mornings are evil." Korra growled as she threw off the animal pelt she covered herself with as she slept and rose from her bed. Bolting down the stairs after throwing on some clothes Korra entered the kitchen looking for something quick to grab on her way out the door. The cupboards were pretty bare, which she was pretty used too so she just grabbed a couple slices of bread, toasted it, and headed out the door. Stepping out the door Korra could feel the heat of the day on her body and became noticeably invigorated by the bright sunlight of the early morning. While most her teammates warmed up after arriving at the practice fields, Korra lived close enough that she typically chose to simply run the couple of miles between her house and the fields to do the job. It got her dreaded cardio out of the way, not to mention it allowed her sleep in a few extra minutes which she was always a fan of.

A few minutes later Korra arrived at the softball fields. Appraising the grounds she saw pretty much the entire team scattered around the area, most in groups conversing as they stretched, tossed balls between each other, or otherwise getting ready for practice. Just as she dropped her bag in the dugout, Coach Lin called the team to the infield to get things going. The championship game was still two weeks out so the plan of the day wasn't too intensive, mostly some defensive drills for the fielders and some pitching for the rotation. They divided out into their respective position groups with the outfielders heading out to work on fly balls, infielders went to work on grounders, and Korra as the team's catcher went with the pitchers.

After throwing on her gear Korra settled behind home plate waited resting her weight on her knees as she waited for coach to finish relying her instructions of what she wanted the pitchers to work on. She rested her protective catching mask on the top of her head as she surveyed her various teammates and friends for working on their skills. Korra loved sitting behind the plate, it let her see where everyone was, what everyone was doing, it was certainly felt like her home on the field. She took pride in her ability to shift the defense when necessary, keep her pitching staff on point, not to mention the fact that everybody in their league knew to never try and steal a base on her. She took a moment to flex her muscled right arm, "Nobody outruns my guns." She grinned to herself picturing in her mind the last time somebody made the attempt. She had them out by a good 10 to 15 feet at second base.

"Hey Narcissus, you ready down there or would you like us to wait while you admire yourself some more?" Opal taunted her from the mound. Korra smirked as she pulled her mask back down over her face and got back up into catching position.

"Well, when you're as good as I am you gotta take a moment and let it all soak it every once in a while." Korra retorted as she held her mitt at the bottom right hand corner of the imaginary strike zone she had decided on. Opal rifled her first pitch perfectly into Korra's waiting glove.

Korra slipped on a batting helmet and tightened up her batting gloves as she grabbed her favorite bat and stepped into the batter's box. Practice had finished up a little early and Korra was eager to get a few swings in before she had to meet with her mystery calculus savior. While Korra loved being the catcher, or on field manager as she liked to describe herself is year's pitching staff could be a little trying. Opal was the only returning starter in the group, that meant that the rest of the crew tended to be fairly inconsistent with their delivery. They all had great stuff, and Coach Lin being a former pitching prodigy herself had a history of bringing out the best in her players, despite this it was still very much a case of the team having an ace in Opal, and a merely standard supporting cast. That added up to a lot of extra work for Korra, keeping the girls under control and finding opportunities to bring the best out of them. Thus, Korra had to spend the entire day working behind the plate and had yet to get into the box and let er' rip.

"Alright, Opal, give me your best shot." Korra called out to the waiting girl. She received a nod in return. Opal went into her windup and threw a sharp fastball that hung in the middle right side of the plate. Korra's lips twitched into a small smile as she watched the ball glide towards her. Korra swung into the pitch smoothly opening her hips in anticipation of pulling the ball towards the left side of the outfield, she made contact with the sweet spot on her bat and barely noticing the impact between the ball and bat. The ball soared into the air and sailed effortlessly over the outfield fence, coming down a good 50 feet beyond the fence. The small smile that had formerly graced Korra's face had since grown into a full on grin, "I thought you were supposed to be good at this." She shouted out to the mound. Opal shook her head ruefully at her friend and speaking as a pitcher, worst nightmare.

A few minutes later with balls now strew around the outfield, and more than a couple over the outfield fences Korra paused at the plate to give Opal a moment to grab another bucket of balls to keep the session going. She rested her bat on her shoulder momentarily and allowed her gaze to shift from Opal out passed the field to the high school and parking lot that resided beyond. It was then that she saw her, the girl that she had run into outside Mrs. Clark's class yesterday after school. She was in the parking lot, casually resting on the hood of what Korra could only assume was a really really nice sports car. It was all black with red accents around the vehicle. She was lying back on the hood, one leg casually crossed over the other bouncing in time with some unheard tune. She was propped up on her elbows, her hair lightly feathered through the calm breeze, and her eyes were covered by a stylish pair of black sunglasses. The whole thing seemed much more at home on a magazine cover rather than her school's parking lot. There was a bag sitting on the ground resting against the girl's front bumper, It looked incredibly familiar to Korra but she wasn't entirely sure why. Then it hit her, it was her own backpack, the girl was have grabbed it after Korra had left it in the hall yesterday. "That must be why she's here" she thought, at least until the softball flew by inches in front of her face. Startled, Korra flinched as she took a step back and glared at Opal.

"What?" Opal shrugged, "I thought you were supposed to be good at this."

After finishing up the second set of balls with Opal Korra called it quits. She thanked Opal for the pitches and reminded her that she had to get work on her calculus project. She waved goodbye to Opal walked over to the girl apparently waiting for her in the parking lot. As she passed through the dugout with her bag and approached the car see saw that the girl turned her attention to her and a smile began in form on the corner of her lips. Korra faltered for a moment as butterflies exploded within the pit of her stomach. She shook her head to try and clear the feeling and stepped up to the girl. "Fancy running into you here."

The girl slid off the hood of the convertible. "I believe we did that last time," The she giggled, "but I'm appreciative of the face to face treatment this time. My name is Asami by the way." She offered her hand to Korra to shake.

"Yeah, sorry again about that, I swear I'm not usually that clumsy." Korra took the offered hand. "Nice to actually meet you. I'd tell you name is Korra, but I assume you already found that out." She nodded towards her backpack next to Asami's feet.

"You're right," Asami acknowledged as she handed Korra her bag, "I guess we're both lucky you left it."

"What do you mean?" Korra asked puzzled.

"Well, If you didn't I wouldn't have known your name to ask Mrs. Clark about you."

"Wait, you mean you're the college chick? The one who I'm supposed to be helping with the project?"

"The one and only. You ready to get to work?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Good, let's get going then." Asami turned to walk over the driver's side door. "Oh, and Korra? Korra turned to face her apparent savior. Asami flipped her raven locks over shoulder and Korra could feel her breath hitch in her chest. "You were looking good out there," said a winking Asami, "real good."