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Ollie's POV

Korra was off tonight. I could almost say she was avoiding me at all costs, except for the fact that she stayed with me throughout the night, probably to keep up appearances. I looked at the boy who seemed a little off too. Something must have happened before I picked them up, that was the only explanation. I had to know what was going on.

"Are you okay?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

"We need to talk," Korra whispered back.

I nodded. Something was definitely up. Not long after that Asami walked in, heading toward the middle of the crowd. Korra and I shared a look at this. A few days ago she didn't want to see her father but here she was, ready to support him. Mako walked in shortly after and his attention went from his date to mine. I couldn't help but feel a little overprotective as I saw him come closer.

"Hey Korra," he greeted.

"Hello Mako," she answered.

"You look…beautiful," the Firebender commented.

I felt my jaw clench as I saw the Water Tribe girl blush slightly. I never had that effect on her and he did. I wrapped my arm around her waist and surprisingly she allowed this, though I felt her stiffen.

It was his jaw that clenched this time.

"Hi Mako," Jason greeted, smiling at the older Firebender.

The ex-cop smiled at the boy, picking him up. I wasn't the least bit surprised to see that the smaller Firebender liked Mako. I wouldn't doubt if he was the one he wanted for a father. A trait he and his surrogate mother seemed to share.

"You've gotten a little taller, haven't you?" he asked the boy who nodded.

"Did you come with Asami?" Korra asked, taking her son back into her arms.

Mako furrowed his brow at this. "I didn't think she was coming."

I frowned. "So you didn't come with her?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "I came here on other…business," Mako replied.

I was about to say something when all the lights went off. I pulled Korra closer to me. This wasn't a good sign. I had been through enough of these 'the light goes out' events to know that. I felt her turn towards me, handing me the boy.

"Take care of him," Korra whispered. "I have to go. Be a good boy for Ollie," she added, kissing the boy's cheek.

"Momma!" Jason called.

"She's okay," I tried to reassure. "Korra's just going to make sure everyone gets out."

"I want my mom," he told me as I walked out with him.

"She'll catch up to us."

I didn't see the fire attack coming. One moment he stopped his squirming and the next my tux was on fire and I knelt down, setting him down for just a second to put it out. When I reached out to grab him again he was gone and I began to panic.

"Jason!" I called, looking around frantically. "Jason!"

Shit. Korra was going to kill me.

Hiroshi's POV

I heard the director of the event call my name and I couldn't help but scan the crowd one last time, hoping that my daughter had changed her mind and decided to come. I let out a long sigh when I didn't see her and forced myself to smile as I went up the steps, shaking hands with John who handed me the award. I smiled to the crowd and placed the award on the podium. I was about to start the speech I rehearsed when I saw my daughter come in, wearing a red dress. She looked as beautiful as her mother. I let a real smile appear before speaking.

"The true humanitarian in the Sato family was my wife, Rebecca," I began. "Many of you here knew her. She tirelessly devoted herself to help those less fortunate here in the city. I'd like to think that the man who murdered her, if he'd known her, known the work that she did, known the person that she was, he would have walked her to her car, making sure she was safe instead of stealing her purse and burning a hole in her chest," I said, my voice cracking at the end.

I looked at my daughter and I saw tears but she quickly wiped it off. Her mother was a sensitive topic for the both of us. We both missed her. She had been the love of my life, but she had been taken from me in the most abrupt way possible. I smiled at her before turning my attention back to the crowd.

"The truth is, I haven't done enough for this city," I continued. "My city. I failed it. But I promise you I am not finished yet. I promise you that this city will be better for all of us and on that day, I will look at this beautiful award," I continued, lifting it up. "And feel that I have earned it. Thank you."

Everyone clapped as I stepped down from the stage and took my place with my colleagues, I noticed that Asami was looking at me, smiling. I smiled back at her. Suddenly the lights went out and the guards I had turned on the flashlights I had made them. The director began to ask everyone to leave and I was about to do the same when I saw my Equalist guards go down one by one. My eyes widened. I was under attack.

I quickly looked around, frantically searching for Asami. I called out her name but I wasn't getting a response. I looked around my factory, where the ceremony was being held, trying to spot her, when I finally caught a glimpse. I sighed in relief and made my way toward her before grabbing her arm.

"Asami, come with me," I instructed as I led her up through some stairs. "There's an exit on the second floor."

As soon as we got to the second floor we were ambushed by a group of Firebenders who threw a series of attacks at us. I pulled Asami back, holding her against the wall, making sure she wouldn't get hurt when the glass of a nearby window broke and the Blue Spirit came tumbling through, fighting with the attackers.

"Get somewhere safe, I'll hold them off!" the vigilante said. I hesitated a little. That thing had attacked me a few days ago after all. "Go! Now!"

"Come," I said as I asked my daughter to follow me once again.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Up."

"Who were those guys?"

"I don't know."

"They were trying to kill you," my daughter added as we ran up another flight of stairs.

"It seems that way," I answered, not skipping a beat.

"And we're going up?" she questioned. "Without any of your body guards?" I didn't answer just led her through the end of the hall. "Dad we need to get out here."

I punched in a security code and a door opened, revealing one of my latest inventions which I liked calling the elevator, before turning to look at her.

"Asami, take a deep breath and trust me," I said, leading her inside. "Upstairs in my office there's a panic room. We get there, we can seal everyone off."

The elevator went up and I patted her shoulder reassuringly, silently letting her know everything was going to be alright. Finally we came to a stop and we got off, heading towards the last flight of stairs to my office. But when we were about to go up two masked figures blocked our escape. I pulled Asami back, standing in front of her. The figures lit up their fists in flames and aimed at my daughter.

That was my breaking point.

I pushed her back and pulled out a few electric darts, hitting one of them with them, making them crumble to the floor. I took the other one on, blocking his moves with the defensive attacks I had learned.

He made a move against Asami again and I took out the gun I had, hitting the back of his neck with it, making him fall to his knees. "Wait!" she cried when I pointed the weapon to the back of his head. I pulled the trigger and fired it. My daughter jumped at this, placing a hand over her mouth.

"You killed him," Asami whispered when I grabbed her hand, taking her up the last set of stairs.

"Yes," I answered and we came inside, locking the door. "Because he would have killed you."

"They're going to get in."

I shook my head at this. "These are platinum doors," I said. "Not even the most skilled Earthbenders can get through, much less a Firebender."

"How did you learn how to do that?" Asami finally asked.

"What?" I questioned looking at her.

My daughter's face reflected the horror, the pain, the confusion she felt. It wasn't till then that I realized what I had done, and that perhaps I shouldn't have.

"Fight," she replied. "Kill," my daughter added with a whisper.

I lowered my gaze at this before walking to behind my desk and opening a drawer, where I kept all my Equalist equipment. My hand hovered over the electric glove I had invented. Perhaps it was time that I told her what my side job was. Just as I was making up my mind the glass in my office broke, and a archer dressed all in black came in.

I ran over to Asami, intending to protect her but before I could get to her an arrow hit my chest. I placed my hand over my wound, looking at the figure before falling to my knees and rolling onto my back. I had been stupid. My daughter had been right. They had been trying to kill me, not her. This was about me.

A numbing sensation started to creep over me and I placed a hand against my daughter's cheek when I saw tears fall. I smiled at her.

"Dad!"

Asami's POV

My father had been shot with an arrow. I knelt beside him, trying in vain to shake him awake; I think that's when I lost all composure. I began to sob, moving him around, trying to get him to wake up without any success. I thought about pulling out the object but I didn't know if it had hit any vital veins and I didn't want him to bleed out.

I heard a thump and I grabbed the gun my father had, facing the intruder. It was none other than the Blue Spirit; the creature Korra claimed had saved us. My eyes narrowed. A few nights ago, my father had filed a report claiming the Spirit had threatened him. Maybe it was responsible for my father's injury.

"Stay back!" I growled.

"I'm not going to hurt you or your father," a muffled voice said, holding its arms in front of them.

"I said stay back!" I repeated when it took a step toward us. "Don't come any closer."

The Spirit placed their dao blades on the floor slowly, letting me know they meant no harm. I didn't lower my weapon. I didn't know how to fire it, but I was sure I could figure it out if I had to. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt my father.

"Your father's been poisoned," the creature revealed. "I can help you. "

"Help?" I asked. "Help how?"

"Getting the poison out," the vigilante answered. "That will buy him time to get to the hospital. You're low on time as it is, you need to make a decision now."

I turned to look at my unconscious father before looking at the masked creature before me. I needed to save him, but I wasn't too keen about having the same thing that had threatened him a few days ago near him again.

"Why should I trust you?" I asked, the weapon still aimed at its heart.

The Spirit stilled, before slowly reaching for its mask. I furrowed my brow at this. What was it doing? My question was soon answered when the mask fell onto the floor revealing two familiar blue eyes. I gasped. No…it couldn't be.

"Because you always have," Korra answered.

I dropped the gun to the floor and she quickly walked over to my father, kneeling down next to me. She pulled out a small blade from the pouch at her waist and ripped my father's shirt, exposing the wound. I kneeled next to her, watching as she worked, my mind still playing catch up.

She opened the wound and took out the arrow, causing the cut to bleed out faster. She asked for a towel and I ripped part of my dress which she used to wipe away the blood that was oozing out of the wound. After a moment, she started to add pressure.

"You're the vigilante," I said, my voice monotone. It wasn't a question. "Why?"

"Later," she replied before shifting her attention back to my father who let out a groan. I sighed in relief, he was going to be okay. "He's still going to need medical attention," the Water Tribe girl added when she heard someone come up the stairs.

I nodded as I watched her get her mask, putting it back on. "Hey," I called. She turned to look at me. "Thank you."

Korra nodded her head once before going out the broken window. I felt pressure on my hand and I turned to look at my father.

"Asami," he whispered.

"I'm right here Dad," I said with a smile.

He let out a weak chuckle as the Metalbending officers came in through the door. They asked me to step back as the healers came in, putting my father on a stretcher and assuring me he would be well taken care of. I nodded my head absently. So many things had happened today. First my father had been shot and now…now I knew that my best friend was the Blue Spirit.

Nothing would be the same.

"Ms. Sato," Lin called as she came inside, her Metalbenders behind her. "What happened?"

"My father was shot with an arrow," I replied. "The Blue Spirit…it-it helped me save him."

"What?" she asked. "Did it say anything to you?"

"No."

"You let a homicidal maniac talk you into letting it help your father instead of waiting for the paramedics to arrive?" Bei Fong barked.

"My father's life was at stake," I reminded her. I'd known since the beginning that Bei Fong hated the Blur Spirit. But I never realized the extent.

"So first the Blue Spirit rescues you and Korra at the warehouse, and now it saves your father," she began, her eyes narrowed. "It's been targeting all of the wealthy citizens of the city, but spares its richest man?" I didn't say anything to that. The Chief looked at me with suspicious green eyes. "Is this thing a friend of yours, Ms. Sato?"

I stared evenly back at the older woman, jaw clenched. "I don't know who the hell that person is," I answered before looking over at the healers who were carrying my father out. "Now if you'll excuse me, Chief Bei Fong, my father needs me."