Asami might have been speeding a little. Okay, so she was speeding a whole lot but she was running late and okay so she had a thing where speed was concerned. She might have a small collection of speeding tickets that her father didn't know about because she'd been quick about paying them.

She came up to an intersection. The light just turned green for her so she gunned it. A blue clunker turned into the intersection but it was too late to swerve and avoid it. She braked hard, her bike slamming into the passenger-side door of the car. The world spun, her back glancing off of the car's roof and her feet being the first part of her body to hit the ground. She was moving too fast and too stunned to react, so she rolled a dozen feet, coming to a stop next to a light pole.

The impact had sent the car spinning into a metal cable box on the side walk. Asami blinked her eyes, her head ringing, as someone climbed out of the car and ran towards her. She couldn't quite hear what the person was saying, but she was certain the woman had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry." Oh good. Her voice was working. Asami tried to push herself up but strong hands held her down. "I guess you're okay...you're eyes are really pretty don't look so sad."

The woman said something again. Asami thought she was really cute. She hoped she didn't say that out loud.

"What? Sorry, I think I'm in shock."

"Hang in there, an ambulance is coming."

"How bad is it?"

"I don't know, it doesn't look that bad but it's better to be safe than sorry." The woman chewed on her lip, looking momentarily guilty. "I'm so so so sorry I thought I had time, the light was still yellow and then it turned red and…"

Asami patted at the woman's arm lightly. "Don't worry about it. If I'd been going slower, I'd have missed you." She wished she wasn't wearing gloves. She wanted to know what the woman's dark skin felt like under her hand.

Maybe developing a crush on a woman you'd run over wasn't the best idea, but Asami had never had much luck in that department. She was so distracted that she didn't notice the ambulance until paramedics were preparing her for travel. Maybe things weren't as good as she'd thought.

The woman watched her get loaded up. It looked like she was asking one of the medics a question.

"You can come visit me if you want." Asami felt her face contort into an emotionless smile. "It's not like anyone else will."

Korra watched the ambulance drive away. Her stomach was in knots, her hands were shaking and she was having a hard time calming herself down. Maybe she should have taken them up on the offer for a ride, but she couldn't afford an ambulance. She turned to look at the devastation. The front passenger door had been bent almost in two, both windows on that side were shattered, and the left side of the front of her car had a massive dent in it. If she was lucky it was all cosmetic work.

She could live with a dented up car, as long as it still drove. More concerning was the state of that woman. The motorcycle was in pieces strewn along the road. If that woman hadn't been wearing a helmet and leather jacket she wasn't sure there'd have been much left of her. Korra shuddered. And this was a surface street. She couldn't imagine what the scene would have looked like at freeway speeds.

The car turns out to be drivable. Korra moved it into a parking lot, and sat on the curb while police worked the scene. One of them approached her and she took a breath, knowing she'd have to give a report and knowing she was in serious shit. "Okay so I should probably go get checked out too so can we make this quick?"

"Korra?"

She winced, and looked up into the face of one of her best friends. "Mako. Of course."

"Are you all right? Why didn't you go in the ambulance? Come on, I'll drive you, you can give my partner your statement on the way." He glanced around, then back at her.

Korra's wince turned into a grimace. "Fine. Valley View Hospital."

"Why there?" He helped her to her feet and flagged a woman over. He spoke to the other cop. "We're taking her to get checked out, she'll give her statement on the way."

Korra glanced in the direction the ambulance had gone. "Uhm. Just because." She climbed into the back of the cop car. It wasn't the first time she'd been back here, but at least this time she wasn't actually under arrest.

She gave her statement to Mako's partner. She was new to the force and it was the first time Korra had met her, but she seemed friendly enough. Just talking about the accident made it hard for her to breathe, and her hands started to shake again. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, resting her head on her knees. She ran back over what had happened. She'd tried to run the yellow light. That was her fault. That was her fault. That woman could be seriously hurt and it was her fault. And she'd looked at her like Korra was the sun and she was pretty sure that meant the woman had a head injury.

Korra didn't move until the car stopped and Mako touched her shoulder. "We're here. You look a little pale."

"Yeah. Sure. Thanks." She got out of the car and leaned in towards Mako's partner. Her badge said 'Beifong' and she wondered if she was related to the chief of police. "Anything else you need from me?"

The officer smiled and shook her head. "That's everything. Besides, Mako here knows where you live if we need anything more. Don't worry about it. I'm sure your insurance company will take care of everything."

Korra nodded, knowing her rates were going to skyrocket, and trudged into the hospital. She turned to wave at Mako before he drove off, then made her way to the reception desk. She signed in, and found a seat to collapse into.

Asami was alert, and wishing she wasn't. They weren't giving her the good painkillers, since they thought she had a concussion. They'd bandaged up the worse of her scrapes,and she had ugly bruises all over her back and side. It was alarming, and painful, but she kept thinking back to those gorgeous blue eyes. She should be mad. Irate even. But the guilt and compassion on that woman's face tempered her anger. She could afford a new jacket to replace the one they'd cut off. And a new motorcycle. She couldn't remember how bad the woman's car had been, but she was positive she could repair it. Asami saw it as a challenge. And as something she ought to do, since she'd been speeding. She could have seriously hurt someone.

"When can I leave, exactly?" Asami's tone was hopeful as the nurse came in to check on her. She even tossed her hair, which made him blush.

"You'll need to stay a little while longer," he said, giving her a smile. "We just want to make sure everything's okay in your noggin. They're looking at the CT scans right now."

Sighing, Asami sank down against the pillow.

She was going through the channels on the TV for the fifteenth time when she heard someone at the door.

"Oh, finally!"

She looked over and there was the woman from the accident. With her head much clearer than before, Asami upgraded her initial assessment from cute to stunning. She remembered channel surfing and coming across a commercial for a hallmark movie about a couple that met during a fender-bender. She'd thought it was a stupid premise, but her crush hadn't dissipated in the hours since she'd crashed her bike. Asami smiled, pushing her hair back. "Hey. You're okay. I'm glad."

Korra stared at Asami as though she had two heads. "You're glad I'm okay? I'm the one that almost killed you." She stood in the doorway, fidgeting and wondering why this beautiful woman had no one to visit her.

"I'd say I've been in worse, but that would be a lie." Asami didn't like lying. She'd spent most of her life being lied to. She pushed herself up to a sitting position. "You can come in. I'm not angry or anything. It was an accident."

"It's still my fault." But Korra came in, coming to a stop at the side of Asami's bed. "I'm sorry."

Asami reached over, putting her hand on Korra's arm. It was everything she'd hoped for. "It's okay. And don't worry about the damages. I'll even fix your car up for you, no charge. I'm kind of into that kind of thing and it'll be good practice. I mean I did damage it, I was speeding."

"But I ran the light-"

She held up her hand. "We're both at fault. How about I buy you dinner when I get out of here?"

Korra sat down in the chair next to the bed. "I..You.. what?" First she offers to fix her car, then she asks her out to dinner. She looked down at herself. Dirty jeans and a t-shirt with one too many stains on it. Asami had been wearing a really expensive and stylish leather jacket and the kind of jeans that probably cost eighty bucks.

This did not compute. "I don't even know your name."

"Asami. I'm Asami."

"Korra." She found her courage, sitting up straighter. "And how about I take you to dinner, instead?"

"I'd like that."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Korra leaned forward, resting her elbows on the bed. The concern in her eyes was endearing.

"Bumps and bruises and some sprains. But nothing broke. I'm just waiting for the cat scan results right now. What about you? You must be so shaken up."

Just a little, Korra thought. "I'm.. honestly trying not to think about it." This woman made her want to talk about it though. Which was… new.

Asami studied her, but didn't say anything. It was something she'd have to coax out of Korra, after hopefully getting to know her better. "I don't think it's really hit me yet. It's my first serious accident."

"It probably won't. Not for a few days, and not when you're expecting it." Korra spoke with such authority that Asami wondered if she'd been in an accident before. "I don't.. I'm really glad you're okay." Blue eyes met green ones, and Asami's hand moved to cover Korra's.

"Please don't feel guilty. Nothing worse happened and we can't live on what ifs."

Korra nodded, but she wasn't sure she agreed. She probably wouldn't have forgiven herself if Asami had been hurt worse, or killed.

"So uhm. When do you want me to pick you up? I'm guessing you want to get home and get cleaned up."

"Seven would be good. Here." She reached for a piece of paper and scribbled her phone number and address on it. "Just ring the bell at the gate and say your name, I'll make sure you're expected."

She looked down at the piece of paper. "Okay." Then she looked up at Asami, unable to help the laugh that bubbled up out of her chest. "This is so surreal. Is your first instinct after running over someone to ask them out?"

Asami flushed, averting her eyes. "Not usually. Maybe it's just that.. I don't know..."

Korra gave her a big, heart melting smile. "You were a little out of it, Asami. I'm sure that explains everything."