Here is Chapter 12. Also, it's not that I haven't been using the last names I chose for the characters, It's just that I keep forgetting to. And a special thanks to Zinnia99 for her uplifting review. Thank You once again. Enjoy. Did I do a disclaimer? I don't think I did.

I don't own Legend of Korra. If I did, I would not be living in Rhode Island because I'd be filthy freaking rich.
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"We will do an exercise to find out what type of medication Korra will need to calm her mood."

They all said at once: "OOOOOHHHHHHHH!"

"Let us begin." Doku pulled out a large wooden box from under his desk.

"This chest contains a standardized test, a sheet of questions I will be asking you, and an application of movement. Let's begin shall we?" He handed Korra the test, a pencil and offered a seat at his desk. "You may begin."

Korra started the test by writing her name at the top. Korra Mizu. She looked up from her test to see everyone watching her. "Um… Can I do this… Alone? As in could you leave the room?"

"Yes, of course," said Doku as he and the others left the room.

"Alright, question one," Korra started to bite the end of her pencil, "What would you say your temper is?" FLASHBACK: GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!, *Spits in Mako's face* You're a real douche-bag, I see you're still single and lonely. Which reminds me, how is your mother, *Gives healer the finger*, You force fed me pain killers? I should kill you where you stand you motherfu-, You Can't Tell Me What To Do! I'll F**K You Up, You Pansy Ass F**k-Face! END OF FLASHBACK. "Doku was right," Korra admitted, "I'll put down hot-headed."

Just when Korra finished the test, the others walked in. She handed Doku the test and he placed it in a file cabinet across the room. Korra sat down in the chair next to Mako, positioned the chair to face him, put her feet up on his lap and pet his hair. (So it's like Mako and Korra's chairs are still next to each other, but her chair is now facing sideways). Doku sat in his office chair. He folded his hands and placed them on his desk.

"I imagine the test went well, Korra?" Korra stopped petting Mako and looked up at Doku, whose desk was facing the position of her chair.

"Well?" Korra looked at him puzzled. "Are you implying that the test could be failed?" She squinted at him still confused.

"It is impossible to fail a test that decides what medication you take."

"Oh… Okay, then. What's next, Doku?"

"I will be asking you a series of questions relating to you, your friends, family and your temper." He took cue cards out of the chest. "What is your opinion on local Politics?"

"Um… I don't follow local Politics… I don't follow Politics at all. What does this have to do with my temper?"

"Oh, yes. My mistake. These are questions for another client." Doku pulled out another set of cue cards. "How often do you get angry?"

"Whenever I feel I'm provoked. Whether I take it the wrong way or if someone's actually trying to irk me. Which seems to happen a lot of the time ever since my breakdown." Korra took her feet off of Mako's lap, re-positioned the chair and folded her arms. Doku began to take notes again.

"How do you handle your anger?"

"Usually I punch, kick, bend or yell at inanimate objects like a dummy or something," Korra sighed and looked at the hardwood floor, "But up until recently, I cut both my wrist." A tear rolled down her cheek. Mako tried to comfort her but she pushed him away. "No, Mako. I… I wanna be alone." Another tear rolled down her cheek and hit the floor. Doku wrote down notes then spoke up.

"Korra, if you don't let people help you, you can't overcome your emotions." Korra looked up at Mako. All the drama that happened in the past few days quickly ran through her mind. The pain, suffering and injuries. Korra pushed her chair back, tackled Mako with a hug and burst into tears. She sat in his lap and he hugged her tightly as she wept into his chest.

"M-Mak-ko," Korra said through heavy crying, "I needed you to help me through my problems, but I pushed you away. It made things worse and, and…" Korra paused and took a deep breath. "I'M SCARED!" Mako brought Korra's head to face him.

"I'm scared, too." The moment they realized they were staring at one another, they both leaned in and kissed. Mako entangled his fingers in her hair. Korra's thumbs sat on his cheekbones while the rest of her fingers grasped the back of his neck. Mako moved his hands down to her thighs and picked her up which resulted in them falling to the floor. The only time they would pull away from their kiss was to breath. He could fell Korra's tears on his own cheeks as she continued to sob. "I… I love… love you, Korra," said Mako between kisses. Korra pulled away and stared at him.

"I love you, too City Boy."