AN: Hi guys, pyON here again. I thought I'd get started on my Korra finale rewrite. Just so you guys know, I'm going to try and keep it as canon as possible (eg no OCs, no OOC moments) but it will end up being a Borra fic.

This chapter doesn't really rewrite much at all, but it does give insight to Asami's reaction, which hopefully will make the rest of the fic seem more plausible.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, dialogue or the plot of Avatar: Legend of Korra. Credit belongs to the show's creators - NOT me. I have written this purely for entertainment and do not intend to make profit from this story.

Chapter One: Collision

Snow gushed under her feet in a tumultuous arc. Slush and ice crunched, as she skidded out into the frozen wilderness. The slamming of the door barely registered as she took in the scene before her. There was only an instance: a tense, heavy pressure in the air. The tenure of it bearing down on her nerves, as she saw his face…or the lack of it.

Amon stood just a few feet away from her. Cold malice and superiority emanating from him as his eyes travelled from the crumpled form of Tarrlok in the van, over to her desperate attempt at freedom. He had taken the councilman's bending away; she knew that, even if she hadn't seen how the events had played out. She supposed she ought to have relished in this fact, it would have been understandable: after all, the duplicitous politician had been outed as the son of former crime-lord, Yakone; a bloodbender; attacked her and wrongly imprisoned her here. Instead, she felt nothing, except a tinge of pity.

The mask stirred in her direction. Without thinking, she drew an arc of water from the snow, weaving into shards of ice. She flung them blindly at the monster, hoping the darts would hit, even if she only sought to distract him. Running, running was all she could do for now.

Amon gazed on at the disappearing avatar, watching as her form shrank into the distance. Soon she would be over the hills and returning to Republic City. The growing incompetence of his team never ceased to amaze him. An out of breath lieutenant staggered towards him, no doubt to deliver the most obvious of conclusions.

"I thought I told you not to underestimate her."

She could feel the uneven surface of compacted snow, throwing her balance as she flew down the mountain on a hastily bent slab of ice. Adrenaline formed heat rose in waves throughout her body. She could feel her nerves making her stomach tremble and shout at her. Her stomach would wretch, were it not for the desire to put as much distance as she could between her and Amon.

Snow had begun drifting down, slowly. It wasn't enough to cover that which had fallen the day before. She was going to have to focus on staying on her feet. Gritting her teeth, she righted herself again. Another pulse of heat pricked at the back of her neck. Come on, Korra. Keep moving! She told herself angrily. But I'm so tired… The tree root came out of nowhere. Perhaps she'd been too distracted by blind panic to notice it. She didn't so much feel herself fall, but watched the world tumble around her in indistinct shapes and her shoes treading on clouds. Her head hit a nearby pine tree and everything turned to black.

"And what if Korra's not down here? Asami asked, her sharp tone bouncing of the metal lined labyrinth.

"-Then we pick another tunnel until we find her!" He snapped, cutting off the doubts of her first echoes. At any other time, he might have realised just how angry and frustrated he sounded and apologised; "I'm sorry, but we need to keep looking." he would have said to ease her niggling worries and suspicions. He didn't do either of these things though and instead marched on into the gloomy depths of the storm drain, lighting the way with the flame in his clenched fist.

She sighed, slowly walking on with the others, further back than before. These tense conversations were quickly becoming the only ones they shared. His brother was walking beside her. Perhaps, Bolin will shed some light on the situation – they are close.

"Hey, is Mako alright? He seems really worried about Korra."

"Yeah, we all are." He said, folding his arms, knowing that hadn't been what she'd meant.

"I know," she rolled her eyes, thankful that he wouldn't have seen her do so in the dark, "but he's your brother. Do you think he likes Korra as more than just a friend?" Her face boiled with embarrassment: she really shouldn't need to ask.

"W-what?" Bolin's face shone with deceit. " No! That's - just gossip. Where'd you hear that? Crazy talk is what's coming outta your mouth right now…" He looked away quickly, laughing nervously. He really didn't want to be the one to hurt her feelings. Boy, does Mako really needs to communicate more!

"What do you know Bolin?" Asami asked assertively, placing her hand a little more firmly on his shoulder than she'd meant to. He seemed so eager to run off…he must be covering for his brother. "Come on, spill it."

"Nothing!" He shrieked, "I mean – there was this one time during the tournament when Mako and Korra kissed, but –" He spat the words out quickly, he couldn't bear the look she was giving him.

"They – kissed?" her voice was like a whisper of shock. She didn't even seem to realise she had stopped walking.

She couldn't help keep herself from staring at Mako's back, shooting daggers at it in her mind. Perhaps she expected his shoulders to be stooped under the weight of his lies…they were tense, but this was probably down to worrying about Korra. He marched them through the tunnels at a brisk pace. He threatened guards for her sake…and she could see from the look in his eyes that his world would come to ash if he couldn't find her. All this new-found doubt cast shadows over her mind. She thought that Mako was the one constant she had left, after her father sided against her and her friends, but now… He hadn't even had the courage to be honest with her. What relationship could be built upon lies and inequality? And Korra…Korra was supposed to be her friend. Yet, she had kept this from her too…why?

"I scanned the entire prison. Korra's not here." Lin said regretfully, wrenching Asami from her thoughts.

"Why would Tarrlok lie about being attacked by equalists?" His voice was raised in panic and anger. The equalist Mako had been threatening fell to the ground and scuttled off to the far end of the corridor; no doubt to inform those on guard duty of their security breach.

Everything was knitting together into a horrific tapestry of betrayal. It all made sense in the most cruel of ways. "Because he has Korra. He fooled us all!" Tenzin said in shock, a swell of worry washing over him.

AN: Hope that was okay...I realise this chapter was more like a written version of the episode and yeah, I did quote the dialogue, but as I said, it's merely to make the bits I do write make more sense. I don't know...I might take these first few chapters down later and just leave the actual rewritten bits up. Depends how I feel. Let me know what you think?

pyON~