A/N: Shout out to BG-13 for all her help. Read and Review please!

Korra took a deep breath as she got out of the car, following the heiress and Firebender into the hospital. They had both insisted on coming and Korra couldn't help but feel like a child on their first day of school. She loved that they cared so much about her but at this point she was more annoyed than anything else. The only good thing about this was that she got to see Mako out of his uniform which was a rare sight.

Asami went up to the counter letting the person upfront know they were waiting for someone while the pair sat down. The Water Tribe woman crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the chair and closing her eyes. For a while now she hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep, always waking up disoriented and in another room in the mansion. If they were going to wait, she might as well make use of it.

"Ms. Sato?" the nurse called. "They're ready for you."

"Come on, Korra."

The shorter woman groaned but followed them down the corridor and into a room. She looked around, noticing the artifacts from different nations and all sorts of paintings before spotting the two women sitting in a couple of chairs. All three gave a respectful bow before sitting down as well.

"My name is Kya, this is my mother, Katara," the younger woman began. "I understand you have been looking for a Waterbending master?"

The heiress nodded. "That's right."

"Where is the child?"

"It's not for a child," the Colonel answered. "It's for me."

Both masters were confused. They knew who Korra was, she was the Chief's daughter, and a brilliant military strategist. Katara herself had trained Tonraq and his wife a long time ago. Their child had been born a Nonbender, so how was it she was asking to be trained?

Seeing their confusion, Asami decided to explain. She told them about the critical condition the shorter woman had been in after an ambush and how she had gotten a Spirit to fuse with her. As a result, now she had abilities that no other human did, like the ability to Bend all four elements. The heiress also made it a point that no one could find out what she could do until she was able to control her abilities.

"We realize it's a lot to process," Mako added. "But Korra isn't a bad person, she won't take advantage of what she's taught."

"Of course," the elder replied, smiling kindly. "I would never turn my back on a student who needed my help."

The Colonel smiled back. "When do we start?"

The last couple of weeks had been busier than usual. Korra was off training to be a Waterbender half the day and the other half training her father's troops. Her best friend had tried to talk her into telling Iroh so he'd give her more time to herself but she'd refused. Katara informed them that the Colonel was advancing quite rapidly through her Waterbending which she hadn't seen since she was a girl herself.

The engineer often watched the brunette practice her moves, even if she didn't use water Asami didn't doubt she'd master the element soon but Korra was pushing it. Today after her class, Mako had gone to pick her up and practically dragged her to the mansion. He cooked and despite her grumbling Korra ate two plates of his lasagna before she started to dose off.

Asami had led her into her room and as soon as the younger woman laid down she was out for the count. The Firebender had excused himself shortly after and the heiress found herself in her workshop, trying to rebuild her suit. It had been a long time since she had worked on it but then the hours passed and at a little past midnight, she decided to call it a day.

It was the sound of glass shattering that awoke the heiress. She sat up, wondering if it had just been her imagination but when she heard something else break, the ravenette decided to get up and investigate, grabbing a staff in case an intruder had managed to enter the mansion.

Quietly she crept down the steps, looking around but not seeing anything or anyone. When she reached the bottom she went to the living room, spotting the broken cup on the floor. What?

Before she could investigate further, she was knocked to the side, and someone was straddling her stomach. Asami's eyes widened when she realized it was the military woman, her gaze feral but staring right through Asami, distant. She didn't move, didn't even breathe as she realized that if Korra thought her a threat, things could get really bad.

After a moment, the tan woman stood and turned away, heading back up to her room, as if nothing had happened. The heiress let out a sound of relief, her heart still pounding against her chest.

Things were getting out of hand.

Iroh reached over toward the nightstand and turned off the alarm. The General had been out later than expected the night before but he'd be first to admit it had been fun. He sat up on the bed, looking over his shoulder when he felt the mattress shift, letting out an irritated sigh. He had brought his fling home again. The man managed a smirk before standing up to go shower.

The Firebender stepped into the cold water, letting it run down his muscular frame as he thought back to his last official relationship. Asami had been everything any man could possibly want: beautiful, smart, had an amazing body and was fantastic in bed. Most people wouldn't believe that he liked that she had a brain but it made things interesting.

However, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't upset about their breakup.

The General never really understood how someone like the Sato heiress could be best friends with Korra. He had made this known countless times even though it visibly bothered the ravenette. Iroh just couldn't help it. The Southern Tribe Colonel was not on the same level as Asami. Sure she was a brilliant strategist but that was about it.

That wasn't the only reason behind their break up. The Firebender had a wondering eye among other undesirable qualities. He'd never cheated on the Sato beauty but he wasn't really with her unless he wanted to have some fun. Most nights after work he'd find himself at a bar alone, drinking. Iroh always said it was because he knew how busy she was but the reality was different.

So only eight months after it began, the heiress suggested they go their separate ways.

The Firebender scowled to himself as he went back into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and looking at the pair of panties on the floor. He grabbed a pair of boxers from the drawer and opened the closet and pulled out his suit. The General had just finished putting on his military garb when the blonde in his bed shifted, sleepily opening her eyes and smiling at the man in front of her.

Iroh grabbed his phone and keys before heading out the door. "I don't want to see you here when I come back," he said. "Don't leave a mess."

Asami released a heavy breath as the Firebender sat down in front of her. For a couple of days now after the most recent sleepwalking incident the green eyed beauty had thought about letting someone know of the military woman's condition. She knew how much Korra hated for people to know about her personal life but the older woman thought that after the incident, someone should know. Things could easily get out of hand otherwise.

"You wanted to see me?" the Lieutenant Colonel asked.

The heiress nodded. "It's about Korra."

Mako straightened. He had seen her earlier that day. Did something happen to her? "What about Korra?"

Asami sighed. "For some time now she's been waking up disoriented. Sometimes I hear her whimper and..."

"What is it?"

"I've seen her...sleepwalking," the engineer finally revealed. "I want to wake her up but I know I'm not supposed to."

The military man nodded. "What does she do when she sleepwalks?"

"She does military drills of some kind. Hides behind furniture and makes all these hand signals..."

He nodded. "I see..."

"Do you know what's-."

"Korra has PTSD," Mako answered. Of course, the ravenette had come to that conclusion already. "A side effect of what she's been through." He sighed and shook his head. "The manifestation she has can be very dangerous. She's in a trance but her body is fully functional."

The Sato heiress didn't say anything. She already knew. That night when Korra had tackled her to the ground, she had known what she was capable of.

"Listen to me, Asami. You cannot get close to her, you cannot touch her when she's this way," the Firebender explained sternly. "Because she will hurt you, whether she means to or not."

"Do I tell her?"

He gave her a soft smile. "You do. She needs to know and she'll need your support." After all, he knew what it was to be this way. But he wouldn't let his friend go through it alone.

The military woman took a deep breath as she listened to her best friend. For weeks now she had suspected something was wrong but couldn't figure out what. She'd wake up disoriented and sometimes in another room with no memory of how she got there. So when the heiress explained that she had been sleepwalking it all made sense.

"How often do I do it?" the Colonel asked.

"A couple of times a week," Asami answered taking a bite of her food. "Usually when you're really tired and have had a long day."

Korra nodded her head. "So, what do we do about it?"

The heiress clasped her hands in front of her. "Well, Mako suggested going to a hospital to run some tests." The younger woman made a face and the ravenette smiled. "Thought that'd be your response so we'll be taking turns watching you sleep, make sure you don't get up."

"But then you two wouldn't be getting sleep."

Asami shrugged indifferently. "Nothing we aren't used to."

The brunette sighed but nodded, continuing to eat her dinner. She had been progressing very quickly in her Waterbending for the past three months. Mako had started taking over most of the training for the Southern troops, reducing her time with them to two days a week. The Water Tribe woman was enjoying learning what could have been her native element.

For the rest of the evening the two friends made small talk, mostly discussing the upcoming sleeping arrangements among other things. The Colonel hadn't had a fling in a couple of weeks, something that hadn't happened in a while. Asami teased her that she was losing her game, earning a scoff from Korra. They were just discussing the heiress' suit when Korra happened to glance out the window and froze.

Outside the diner, staring straight at her, was Joey.

She shook her head, knowing she must be seeing things but when she looked up again he was still there. The red head made eye contact with her before turning around to leave.

Korra stood abruptly and bolted out the door.

Korra started toward where she had just seen her team member, finding him down the alley wearing his civilian clothes. She ran after him, never able to catch up until she hit a dead end and Joey was gone. The military woman slammed her hand against the wall, making a dent. Of course he wasn't there, Korra growled to herself bitterly. He was dead.

"Korra?" the green eyed woman called when she reached her, approaching her friend carefully. "Is everything okay?"

The Water Tribe woman nodded her head, pushing back tears of frustration. No use crying about it. Korra wouldn't cry. "Yeah, everything is fine. Lets to back to the diner."

Asami watched as the shorter woman brushed passed her and headed back to the diner. The heiress felt something twist in her gut as she she trailed after her.

Asami smiled softly as she watched her friend sleep on the small cot in the one free corner in her workshop. It had been a long day, Korra having sparred with a couple of Katara's other students. For a week now Mako and the heiress had been taking turns keeping an eye on her, making sure she wouldn't sleepwalk and it seemed to be working.

The engineer sighed and turned her attention back to her project, studying the blueprints to her design. Korra had been right, there was something missing. She turned her attention back to the younger woman, studying her. Something had happened when they had gone to the diner though her friend wouldn't admit to it. Whatever it was had caused a serious reaction.

Her creation made a noise, snapping the heiress out of her thoughts. The robotic arm, as usual, was distracted with the Colonel even if she was asleep. Asami gestured to the blueprints and it almost reluctantly turned its head.

Korra shifted, turning on her side so her arm dangled off the cot, the collar of her tank shifted, revealing the scar on her chest. The ravenette tilted her head, remembering when the arc reactor had once kept her alive before the fusion with Raava. It had acted as a battery of sorts, keeping her heart-

A battery.

The heiress stopped and opened the drawer next to her, bringing out the device. The arc reactor had once been used to keep Korra's heart beating. If she made a few adjustments... Asami turned to look at the sketch, picking up a pen and adding her idea to the chest plate of the suit.

Now the real work began.