Author's Note: Sorry it took so long, but with school everything is getting so hectic. Senior year can be extremely busy. Here you go! Tell us what you think!

I will never let you fall

What if I asked you to run away with me? Korra sat up in her bed, and put her hand up to her mouth as his words circled around in her mind. What did Zaheer mean when he said that? Did he truly want them to run away and play pretend? Or was he trying to make her off balance and then take her captive?

Korra was trying to convince herself that was what he was trying to do to her, but his face when she had stopped dancing kept reappearing in her head. He looked so destroyed; she never saw so much pure emotion on his face. Then as fast as it was there, it was soon gone and his normal façade was back in place. That was one of the first times she saw him smile as well. Korra couldn't help but let a small smile appear on her face as she thought back to how happy she was to see him smiling just for her.

Her bottom lip began to tremble as she realized that she was probably never going to see that beautiful smile every again. She was never going to feel his strong larger hands incase hers every again. Soon small moans were slipping through her lips and tears began to fall down her face. She clenched her eyes shut and let out a sad groan as she let her fist make contact with the concrete walls. This time she felt no relief when small pieces of concrete hit her bed.

Her breathing became labor, and she was no longer trying to hold the noises inside of her. Every hoarse cry clawed its way out up her throat just making it burn even more. Korra grabbed her knees and tucked them into her chest, as she let her body violently rock with each sob. She didn't realize how much Zaheer had gotten to her with their few encounters; with each of their small talks he slowly made his way into her heart. Her dug into her scalp and she shook her head trying to make herself stop crying. Korra was right, he was her air. She needed him to breathe. She needed to see him.

"Korra, is everything alright?" A knock and a voice behind the door caused Korra to freeze. She cursed the fire bender who was on the other side of the door. Korra slowly made her way off of her bed, whipping her eyes trying to get rid of any evidence that she was crying.

"Yeah I am fine." Korra said trying to sound as normal as she could as she opened the door; she found herself looking at a disheveled Mako. Who looked as if he just rolled out of bed, he probably did. I probably woke him up with all the noise I was making. I hope I did not wake anyone else up.

Mako's eyes had widened at how Korra looked; she was in her bindings, her hair was a mess, her eyes were all red a puffy, and there were still tears making their way down her cheeks. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes were looking at the ground, the girl in front of him was not the Korra he knew. The girl in front of him was a broken piece of her.

"Oh, Korra," Mako whispered in a low voice, "Are you sure? Is there anything I can do?" Even when he spoke, Korra's eyes did not seem to meet his. He just wasn't the person that she needed tonight.

"I wish you could." As she spoke her voice began to crack, she leaned up against the door frame trying to stabilizing her shaking knees. "But it was just a dream." Korra whispered as she pushed off the door frame, and closed the door as she turned away from the man. Leaving him standing at the door all by himself.

Korra threw herself on her bed with a loud cry, her face deep in the cushion. With the cushion muffling her noises she let the tears fall down her race with rapid speed. She needed to see him, she wouldn't be able to leave with him, but she needed to let him know that she needed him. She needed to tell him that she, that she loved him.

Korra's eyes shot wide open when that thought ran through her mind. It was true, she had fallen for the new air bender and there was nothing that she could do about it. Her heart began to beat faster as she thought back to all of the times they spent together. Whether or not he needed her was the question.

Korra slowly pushed herself off of her mattress and sat herself up in a meditating position and took a deep breath. It was hard for Korra to calm herself down enough to release her spirit. After some time, the tears had stopped falling from her eyes, and her breathing had leveled out to a normal tempo. Her sprit slowly started to leave her body, but then behind her mind the sight of him leaving filled her body. The fear consumed her and she let out a blood curling scream.

Korra's body fell forward off of the bed face first and hit the ground with a large bang. Her body laid on the hard ground sprawled out, and that is how everyone found her as they swarmed into her room. Mako barged through the door, when he saw Korra laying on the ground he quickly ran to her. He slowly rolled her over so her head was resting on his lap; soon Tenzin, Pemma, Bolin, and Asami ran into the room as well.

"What happened?" Tenzin quickly asked Mako as he kneeled down next to the fire bender.

"I don't know." Mako said, staring down at Korra's pain stricken face, "I came in here earlier because I heard crying. When she answered the door, her eyes were all red and she looked broken. When I asked if I could do anything, she said no, and then closed the door in my face. I ran into the room when I heard her scream. I should have never left her alone."

"This is not your fault," Tenzin said to Mako as he put his hand on Mako's shoulder. Tenzin looked down at the young Avatar and his face twisted up in confusion. "I can only sense some of her spirit here."

"What does that mean?" Asami asked as she took another step closer to Korra's body and Tenzin.

"When going into the spirit world, one must stay completely calm and not let a single emotion take control of them." Tenzin explained as he picked Korra up bridal style, "If one gets filled with fear or sadness half of the soul will want to stay and half of it will want to leave. Most of the time, one would just not be able to go to the spirit world and be fine. But, if one's soul was already leaving the body, and the emotion hit with a strong enough force. Then her soul would have torn leaving half of it here, and half of it went to the spirit world."

"What do we can we do?" Pemma asked resting her hand on her husband's back.

"I don't know…" Tenzin said staring down at Korra, "I don't believe there is anything that we can do to help her."

Zaheer had fought with himself most of the night, but once dawn started to hit, he convinced himself to go and see Korra. He needed to… well he didn't know exactly what he needed to do. But he knew he needed to do it. Whenever it came to the fiery Avatar he lost all common sense; he never knew what he was supposed to do. All he knew is that he wanted to be near here. He needed to feel her radiant aura surround him once again. For all times.

So that is where he was now, waiting for Korra in the same place they always met. Underneath the same spiritual tree; the spirit world seemed off today. Most of the spirits were in panic, and the sun was not out. Something was wrong, and Zaheer had a bad feeling that it had something to do with Korra. But deep in his heart he was hoping that it wasn't.

Zaheer felt a weird presence appear in front of him, it felt like Korra, but not completely. When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing a couple feet in front of him in nothing but her bindings. She was looking down at the ground, but Zaheer could see the tear stains that covered her cheeks. Something was off about her; Zaheer slowly stood up and took a step towards the Avatar.

"Korra?" Zaheer whispered as he took another step towards her; stretching his arm out towards her. Korra lifted her head and her eyes were filled with fear as he reached for her.

"I…I….I…Lo.." Korra began to speak, but a heart stopping screech ripped through her mouth, interrupting her. Zaheer took a step back, not sure of what to do.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she started to fall towards the ground. Zaheer's eyes went wide as he leaped forward. The Avatar hit his chest, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her as he caught her torso before she hit the ground. He gently lowered them both to the ground; with her head in his lap with his legs crossed. Zaheer brushed her hair out of her race and watched as her face scrunched up in pain.

"I will never let you fall." He whispered as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.