"Welcome back, Colonel!" calls Ying, Asami's housekeeper. A kind woman, she had been housekeeper to Asami's mother, Yasuko, and had helped raise Asami in the painful years after the bombardment that took Yasuko's life and her father's attention. She also, to my hidden amusement, was not shy about expressing her opinions if she thinks Asami needed food or sleep.

"Great to see you Ying!" I reply happily before sweeping the smaller woman into a hug and planting a loud kiss one one cheek.

Ying blushes and swats me on the shoulder. "You big oaf," she sniffs. "Behave or you won't get your favorite noodles and dumplings for dinner tonight."

My mouth instantly waters as Asami chuckles behind her. My doctor hangs up her coat as she smiles ruefully at her housekeeper. "You spoil her, Ying."

Ying shrugs and turns away. "I spoil the two of you, and you spoil each other. Thus we have peace in this house."

As we enter the kitchen, I do a double take as I se Bolin sitting quietly at the kitchen table, the blue glow of Raava 'sitting' next to him. A bowl of fruit sits in front of them, and Raava quietly talks to him as he eats. His hand movements are slow and uncertain, and his face still bears an expression very unlike his previous perpetual grin, but rather reserved, and a little wary.

Ying shooes us towards the table, following them over a moment later with two steaming bowls.

I accept mine gratefully and look over at Bolin. "How you feeling, Bo?" I say it softly, without any real expectation of a response, but he surprises my by lifting his head and actually looking at me.

"I'm—," he pauses, thinking. "I'm good." His voice is soft but clear. He glances quickly at Raava, still sitting next to him.

"Your vital signs are all within standard healthy parameters," she assures him. "From a physical standpoint you are in good health."

He frowns, the nods and visibly relaxes. "Ok."

"Based on ongoing monitoring of your sleep cycle and brainwave patterns, your mental health has improved thirty-nine point two percent in the past week, so I would consider that good as well."

I suppress a laugh with a coughing fit as Asami kicks me in the ankle. "I, uh, glad to hear it!"

Bolin pushed back the bowl of fruit. "I think," his forehead scrunched, and he looked shyly at Ying. The woman paused from wiping down the counters. "Can I have some noodles?"

She throws up her hands in triumph. "I knew you couldn't resist my cooking!" she declares happily.

I frown. "Wait, you mean you didn't make these for me?" I then bite back happy tears when I hear a low raspy chuckle.

Bolin's grin is faint, but there. "I was always better at getting the girls, Cap."

It doesn't surprise me that Bolin isn't aware of my new rank, or probably even how long he's been out of commission. Besides, just seeing a hint of Little Mouse peeking through the long darkness of his brain injury is better than ten bowls of noodles and a whole case of whiskey.

Asami nudges me under the table again, and makes a subtle gesture. I follow her gaze and see Raava, still next to Bolin. The AI's hologram has the beginnings of a smile on her normally placid face.

—-

I let myself into my old base apartment. Opal had taken it over after I moved in with Asami, but we had an agreement that I could keep using the smaller, spare bedroom for pilot gear and other 'work' crap I need to keep close by. Asami's estate is on the outskirts of the city, too far for side trips in the event of a real emergency.

It's quiet in the apartment, but that wasn't surprising. I know Opal tends to sleep in when she isn't on duty, and get up at the crack of dawn if she is. I move quietly in case it was the former.

As I walk past the master bedroom on my way to my gear, I pause. Two entirely nude forms lie entangled on a very rumpled bed. Clothes are tossed haphazardly aside, as if with extreme impatience. I grin, taking in the scene. A series of scratches runs down Jinora's back, and I can see a wicked set of hickeys across Opal's chest.

I lean against the doorjamb. "Well, fuck," I drawl loudly. "I owe Asami fifty for this."

Jinora raises her head blearily and sees me standing there with a smirk. "Shit."

Opal groans and waves a middle finger in my general direction. "Do you mind, Avatar," she growls irritably. "We've gotten like two hours of sleep."

I chortle. "After an extremely intense workout, by the looks of it."

"I'm too tired to argue with you," she fumbles for the closest sheet and rolls over, pulling Jinora into the curve of her body. "And go away, we're off today."

I ignore this and step over a bra and somebody's underwear before sitting on their bed. "So, how long has this been going on?"

Jinora looks up from where she's encircled in Opal's grip. "Why? Is it bad?"

"Oh, hell no!" I assure her. "This is awesome, and we've all been wondering. And speaking of that, there's some real money on this. I need dates."

"For fuck's sake, really?" Opal rasps. "Not long, okay? Couple of months."

I pump my fist. "Sweet! That means Boss also owes Asami fifty." I sigh dramatically. "She was going to be intolerable if she was actually right about you two. She swore it's been going on for years."

"Happy For Doc," Opal rumbles. "That's great. Now get out."

"What she said," Jinora added sleepily, snuggling back down.

I laugh out loud. "Sorry, Bitches. No more day off. We have a mission briefing today," I reply smugly, but at their collective sighs of despair take pity on them. "But it's not until this afternoon, so you can easily fit in at least four more screaming orgasms."

I duck as a t-shirt comes flying at me.

"Get OUT, Korra!"