SURPRISE! Encore chapter! You guys have been so amazing to me, and your reviews brought actual tears to my eyes and warmth to my rotten apple of a heart. So, as a treat, here is the Epilogue, but from Korra's perspective, to show how the past six years have been to her and how 'it' all came to be…it only seems fair to show her side. ***Plus, a scene where the lovebirds meet up after their tryst, which takes place after where the previous chapter left off.

Sorry it took so long to actually upload this – there's probably only like…2 ppl reading this now, so….sorry, 2 ppl. I was too busy graduating school, and I went to art school so there was a lot of projects to measure, draw, paint, -you can check out some of my work on dA- there was a Serbian writing assignment that almost killed me and I had to actually study English… I could not bring myself to write when I knew I had shit to do. And, I went to EXIT festival again. Also, I got into gaming…sorry. In summation, this would've been done a long time ago, were it not for school…and gaming…and music festivals. Gimme some o' dat Mass Effect and quality Drum n' Bass and I'll neglect anything. The writer's block didn't help either.

This chapter's considerably longer from the previous one, or any other, it's basically a, holy shit, oneshot, but Korra has a much longer story to tell as does the salamander that lives in my head.

I wrote this chapter mostly for me; it was in my head for a long time and I just had to get it out, but you're more than welcome to bask in my psychosis. So, here you have a one-shot soaked in so much angst and drama that it will most likely trigger your periods - that goes for the fellas, too. Prepare your bodies.

Warning: the chapter contains some pretty mature themes, so, if you can't handle it, skip reading.

Without further a due, enjoy the chapter!

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Just to Say We Still Remember

Chapter 14.1: Epilogue Part 2

She was wrong. Her doctor was wrong. Korra was pregnant. How could she, the Avatar, a skilled healer, not realize this on time?

She threw up a few days after the wedding, when she was already in the Fire Nation, and still hadn't gotten her period. She went to a healer to double-check, and she told her that she was over a month along – longer than Korra thought. She calmly thanked the older woman and went back to her inn. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she started to scream and throw stuff around in a fit of rage, ultimately succumbing to a fit of sobs.

Amon, her child's father, is an ocean away, and awaiting her return to sign the papers. She didn't want to tell him, because she was afraid of what he would say or do…or what he wouldn't. She wants to let him go for good, to sever every tie to him and forget him, but how? How can she forget him when she's carrying something that will bind them forever? Why did this have to happen now?

At the very beginning, she hoped she would suffer another miscarriage, and she hates herself for it. After a while though, she couldn't even bare to think like that; the child began to grow in significance in her life, and the thought of losing it devastated her.

XxXxX

At three months along, showing slightly, Korra came across the guy from the wedding, in the Northern tribe. He was young, attractive, Water Tribe, complete with blue eyes, slicked back brown hair, full, white teeth…just gorgeous…but Korra couldn't feel all giddy like all other young women feel when cute guys talk to them. If it were another time, another circumstance, she would have been all over this guy. She was attracted to him, yes, but she wasn't really into him as much as he was into her.

Will she ever let herself recover?

XxXxX

He pursued her madly for weeks, and she finally gave in. On the night of their date, Korra was trying out various outfits like some chick, trying to find something that didn't show off her bump. He was aware that she was separated from her husband, but he had no idea about her impending motherhood. She gave up and decided to wear a parka for the entire night.

During their date, he was so incredibly sweet and nice and perfect that Korra had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom and punch a wall several times, screaming and crying. How she wishes that she would just fall in love with this guy, it would be so simple, her life would be so simple…she found herself wishing to not be pregnant again, but stopped herself before her thoughts got darker and cupped her stomach, saying, "I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it, right?"

As if on cue, he walks in, of course, to check on her, since she was gone for so long. Korra took off her parka and finally told him the truth. She was surprised to see him not mind; in fact, he proposed that they marry, right there in the women's bathroom, which made Korra stumble back in shock. He explained that the child needed a father, and that way they could cover up the baby's true origins.

Korra shook her head and ran out of the restaurant straight to her hotel, where she curled up beside Naga. He had a point; the baby will have a normal family, a father, and Korra could have a cover, not to mention someone to look after her kid when she's off traveling. But, this can't be just from the kindness of his heart, right? There must be an ulterior motive. There just has to be one.

XxXxX

She met up with him again, and demanded to know the reason why he wants to marry her. He sighed and said that he's loved her since the wedding. Korra didn't know how to reply; she just dropped her head and sighed, saying, "Okay, fine. Let's do it." She's already been married to a politician out of convenience before, so she's confident that she has the knowledge to see anything suspicious. A week later he gave her an engagement necklace, far more 'superior' and expensive than her last one. She put it around her neck.

XxXxX

At five months, Korra received the letter – she was not prepared for this day. She has been expecting it, but now that it's here, she can't handle it. This is it; she's separating from Amon forever, with just a trip and a signature. But she can't; she's too far along, he's bound to notice one way or another – he'll find out, and she can't let that happen. He cannot know.

She consulted her politician fiancé –apparently, Korra has a thing for them– on what to do; he told her she can just send the papers, which she eventually did. She was alone at their house, which was located in a city in the Earth Kingdom, far away from Republic City, and she was sitting at the desk, staring at those papers with panic. She can still turn back; she's not married yet, the baby hasn't come…it's not too late. But…is it worth it? Is Amon worth it?

There had been good times, yes, there was love, that's true…but she can't risk it – she can't regret one more thing in her life, she's tired of fighting.

No, he's not worth it. Not anymore. She can't.

With a sharp intake of breath, she picked up the pen and signed her name as fast as she could in every bracket and quickly slipped it into the envelope. She ran out of the room and into the bathroom to throw up. Korra clutched the toilet with her life and started to sob softly. It's over; she has officially separated from the man she once loved…the man she probably still loves. With that thought, she stood up and brushed her face with her sleeve, the other hand caressing her stomach. "I'm so sorry." She said, not really sure to who.

She walked over to the mirror and stared at herself. Her hand grabbed the pendant around her neck and then her left wrist. She pushed the sleeve up to reveal the tan line that's still there, but barely. Korra dropped her head in defeat, and noticed a straight razor. She impulsively picked it up and put it to her left wrist, growling, wanting to erase that damn memory that refuses to fade from her skin.

In the heat of the moment, she grabbed as much as she could of her hair and just cut it off. She didn't feel any regret, so she just kept going until her once waist-long hair was now at shoulder-length. Still no feeling of regret. After staring at herself for a long time, she calmly grabbed the scissors and evened it out. Looking down at the floor covered by her hair, she saw it as a new beginning, and actually felt proud of herself. Her fiancé liked the new look, and didn't question her reasons. Good.

XxXxX

Labour came earlier than expected – earlier than Korra would have liked. The only person that should be by her side was held up at work, but was on his way…really, Korra couldn't care less; her mind and body were in so much pain, fear and regret. When he did come, he was told to stay in the waiting room.

The contractions were beginning to come more frequently and along with them, the baby was coming fast – everything, every emotion she felt during the past few months started to bubble up and she started to cry. She wanted him there – she wanted him there more than anything; she wanted to hear him say that she would make a great mother, that she's not alone in this. At one point, she started to scream his name, which made the nurses look at each other in confusion; that's not the father's name.

With one final, agonizing push, the baby was finally out and Korra was still in tears – but the baby wasn't. The lack of a baby's cry and the nurses' hastiness replaced Korra's previous panic with a completely new one. She wasn't breathing. The baby was taken away from her and put on a table but Korra couldn't see what they were doing to her. Korra started to hyperventilate as she was muttering, "Come on, breathe, you can do it, come on…please be okay…" She wanted nothing more than for her baby to live – she can't bear losing another one – not when it's right there.

Suddenly, the sweetest sound was heard…she's okay; she's breathing. The room was filled with a collective and audible sigh. "A beautiful baby girl, Avatar Korra," a very relieved nurse placed the crying little bundle into Korra's weak arms. Korra stared at her daughter in awe – she's never felt such love for another human being. That made her think of Amon; even though she was just born and looked like any other baby, she reminded her of Amon so much.

She wanted him there…she truly wanted him there to see their child.

That's the last thing she remembers thinking when her fiancé walked into the room.

…

"Mmm, where's the baby?" Korra mumbled when she came to.

"Right here," said the 'father' proudly as he turned around to show the little bundle in his arms.

Korra just smiled and laid back. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "What happened? How long was I out?"

He came over to place the child into its mother's nook and took a seat on the bed, still keeping his eyes on the baby. "You passed out from exhaustion and some blood loss. You were out for about two hours."

A comfortable silence passed between the family. "The name suits her," he spoke up.

Korra lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head. "What? What name?"

"Noa, that's what you named her, right?"

Korra tried her hardest not to look horrified; she must've mumbled the name as she was passing out. That's the nickname she gave Amon at the most tender of moments – not romantic, per se, but intimate nonetheless. She has to take it back before it's made official.

But…Noa, that's a pretty name, and when she thinks about it, it does suit her. Damn it. Now she likes it. "Yeah, it does."

She's her little Noa.

"Is the name significant?"

"Yeah. Some."

XxXxX

As romantic-looking and beautiful as the wedding was, Korra involuntarily kept unfairly comparing it to her first not-so intimate one; while this was undoubtedly better, with even her parents here, Korra was feeling nostalgic and sad.

Their parents had arrived a little over a week after Noa's birth, chewing both parties out for keeping her a secret. They insisted to help out and chip in for the wedding. There were only about twenty-something people there: the parents, the groom's friends, Asami and Bolin with their son and, surprisingly, Tenzin and his family. He came up to her on the day before the wedding, when they arrived, and simply hugged her; he didn't ask her any questions or try to find anything out. Korra was grateful for that.

…

"Déjà vu, right?" Asami joked while doing Korra's make-up. She was wearing a simple white summer dress, her khakis and a crown of sakura flowers on her head.

"Tell me about it."

"Does…he doesn't know, does he?"

"No, I didn't tell him. He can't find out. About anything." Asami nodded, knowing what 'anything' means. She sees him sometimes – he keeps his composure incredibly calm, but it's evident that the man's a wreck. The few times she has spoken to him it was obvious he was unwell. She can't let Korra know, though.

"Okay, all done. Oh, I have to go check on the boys. See you out there," Asami threw a smile in Korra's direction and squeezed her shoulder as she left. As Asami closed the door, Korra turned back to the vanity mirror and sighed; her fiancé is a good man and he's great with Noa…she really won't find anyone to fall in love with again, she's sure of it. Now, since no one is holding her back anymore, she can travel freely and devote herself to her Avatar duties…and her daughter. So, this is the best option. Right..?

…

In front of the witnesses and 'their' daughter that was being held by Senna, the couple said their vows and ultimately 'yes'. The crowd cheered as they shared a kiss and walked down the aisle hand in hand. The town's press managed to sneak in, which horrified Korra, because Amon might see the article and find out about Noa. Asami, with her connections, made sure that none of that information made it back to Republic City.

…

Even though small, the reception was lively; the kids left before midnight, with the exception of Jinora, who stayed behind while Korra sneaked her some sake behind Tenzin's back – the morality might have been questionable on Korra's part, but hey, she was of age and Korra's no prude; it would be hypocritical to deny her. Ikki, Meelo and Rohan had spent most of the day cooing at the babies and making trouble, so Pema took them and the babies back to the inn.

After dancing for what felt like hours, Korra went off to sit by a creek and clear her head. Wow; she's married. Again. She has a family, a normal one – well, as normal as anyone in her position can have, and she found herself…content. Not ecstatic, but…satisfied. She has a beautiful daughter, a loving husband and a supportive family.

But in spite of her happiness, there's still a hole in Korra's chest – even though empty, it weighs her down.

Korra put her face in her hands, "Why do you do this, brain? Move oooon already-"

"Korra?" Said a voice behind her, and made her squeal. She turned around to see her mother looking concernedly at her.

"Oh, Mom. Is everything…okay?"

She took a seat beside Korra, "I was about to ask you the same question."

"Why? Everything's great – I just got married, you know." Even Korra thought she could do better than that.

"Korra…" Senna inquired.

Korra sighed and dropped her head. They were quiet for a long time.

Senna placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Korra, there's something I've been meaning to ask you: is Noa…Amon's?"

Korra looked at her, "How..?"

"I had a hunch. I did the math Korra; and you don't seem like the type to cheat."

Korra put her face in her hands, "Oh, man, does Dad 'have a hunch'?"

"Yes - he's not too thrilled about it, but Noa's his grandchild, so he won't say anything bad. Does your husband know, though?"

"Yeah, it was his idea to get married and cover it up."

"So, he doesn't know?"

"Of course not – he can't find out."

They again sat in silence for a while, with Senna's hand on top of Korra's. "Do you love him?" Senna finally asked.

"I…guess so – I mean, he's my husband –"

"You know that's not who I meant."

Korra sighed, but didn't answer. The silence stretched on further and Senna let it; they've never met the man, since he obviously avoided it, and Senna knew that there was something fishy about him, but she knows Korra's look: the Southern Tribe might be small, but she has witnessed and felt the pain of many broken hearted people who have fallen for someone from their sister tribe, and even though the relations are better between the Tribes now, old traditions die hard… as does love.

"Mom, am I making the right decision?" Korra gave her a pleading look.

"Well, honey, does it feel right?"

"I guess; it's the best option for Noa." Korra frowned in concentration.

"Are you happy, though?"

"In a way, yeah. But there's still something…" Korra trailed off as her voice was about to break and she again dropped her head, this time, on her mother's shoulder.

"Oh, Korra honey, don't cry; you'll ruin your make-up." They both chuckled, and Korra accepted the laughter with much appreciation. Senna wrapped an arm around her shoulders and put her head against hers, "Korra, the life of an Avatar is never easy; while your duties are easier for you than others, your life will suffer in other aspects." She put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at her, "Don't forget, though – you're never alone, Korra: there's an infinite line of Avatars always by your side, as well as your family. Things have a peculiar way of working themselves out."

Korra lifted the corner of her lips and nodded.

"Now, let's get back to your wedding."

…

Korra had no idea just how much she missed this.

Their first time was…good; he was attentive, sweet and passionate, something that every girl would want – but Korra's mind kept inadvertently going back to her very first time with Amon: it was hardly ideal, but it had an edge and rush to it that cannot be compared, and this train of thought frustrated Korra; here was an incredibly attractive man that loved her and that made love to her so wonderfully, and here she was, thinking about her ex.

…

Korra woke during the night to a crying Noa. She inched away from her husband and put on a pink silk robe to go tend to her child. Korra went into the nursery and scooped up the baby from her crib – she immediately stopped weeping, "Oh, now you stop crying," Korra was annoyed, but when the baby started cooing and trying to unsuccessfully grab her shoulder-length hair, Korra melted immediately and chuckled.

Sighing, Korra lovingly whispered into Noa's ear, "I'm sorry I have to lie to you, but I want you to be happy, you know? I don't think you could be if mommy and daddy were fighting all the time. I love you, Noa, never doubt that. I'll protect you." She kissed the baby's forehead and put her back in bed, tucking the blanket in place securely.

XxXxX

One warm, sunny spring morning, Korra came into her backyard to see her four-year-old daughter's back to her and her hand moving around in circles. "Noa, what are you-"as she approached her, she could hear squeaking and then saw it: a field mouse moving unnaturally – Noa was bloodbending it. She ran up to her and grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from the animal that promptly scuttled away. "Noa, no!"

"Ow! Mommy!" Noa tried to pull away.

"That was a very bad thing you did!" Korra kept pulling on her arm.

"What did I do?" Noa whined.

Korra pulled her close to her face and ominously whispered, "I don't ever want to see you do that again. You hear me?!"

Noa snatched her wrist back and ran inside, crying for her daddy. Korra put her face in her hands and sighed heavily. Naga showed up beside her and nudged Korra with her snout. "I was scared this day would come true, Naga. What do I do?" Korra looked up to as if Naga expecting an answer. "You know, I sometimes wish you could talk, girl."

"You mind telling me what happened, Korra?" Her husband came out with Noa's hand in his.

"Noa, go to your room."

"No." She pouted.

"Noa, listen to your mother." He sternly said. She huffed and stomped inside.

"Now, explain."

…

He was pacing in their huge kitchen while Korra sat at the table, with a glass of whiskey in front of her, anticipating the questions.

"How could you not tell me something like that?" He stopped and put his hands on the table.

Korra kept swirling her drink with waterbending but stopped to take a sip, followed by a face, "I hoped I'd never have to," she answered with a booze tinted tone.

"Well, you should have; she's my daughter, too!" Korra looked up at him and almost felt pity; he tries so hard to convince himself of that fact, but Korra is much too aware of the truth – she has her father's name!

"A Republic City Councilman – a bloodbender! Unbelievable." He stepped away.

"You better keep that in the family," Korra threatened and took another sip.

"Oh, don't worry, I will. But you better do something about Noa before she accidentally bloodbends a person in public and promptly kills my career."

Korra stood up abruptly, knocking her chair back, "Screw you." She downed what was left of her drink and stormed upstairs.

…

She walked into Noa's room to see her playing with her stuffed animals and still pouting. "Noa? Can we talk?" no answer.

Korra sighed and closed the door behind her, "Look, I'm sorry I freaked out earlier…but you have to understand; you can't do that. Ever."

She decided to turn around then and innocently asked, "But why?"

Korra knelt down in front of her and cupped her face, "It's…wrong. It hurts, you know, and…" Korra's mind went to Amon then, and she had to pull it together before continuing, "It's forbidden – they can take you away, Noa. I can't let that happen."

"Why would they take me away? I didn't hurt anyone."

"Because…it's not allowed. One day, you might hurt someone, not on purpose, and…people will be afraid of you. So, they'll take you away." Korra tried to convince her.

Noa dropped her head and nodded, "Okay, I won't do it again, mommy. I don't want to go anywhere."

Korra picked her up in a tight hug, "Me neither, sweetie. Thank you."

…

Even though things were settled in a way, Korra still couldn't shake the concern; the reason she can't let Noa be seen, is that that'll reveal her true parentage – Amon might hear about it and figure out – but what she said was true, she can betaken away, Korra didn't think about that fact…or they could expect Korra to 'do something about it' – her husband already alluded to that.

No matter the circumstance, the reason, she will never take away her daughter's bending – she will never be Amon.

XxXxX

On the anniversaries of her first wedding, Korra drinks. Her current husband stays at work and her daughter is tucked in bed, so all Korra has left is her bottle.

On these days, Korra allows herself to recall the best memories, since the bad ones conveniently disappear. She hates these days, especially since she knows it's not her fault for the collapse, but that bastard's – seeing Noa look like him more and more every day, seeing his face in hers and his gestures in her movements, makes Korra feel guilty…guilty for taking his daughter away from him.

Okay, enough of this, Korra thought, downing her drink and standing up. She went into the back yard, into the rain, to get Naga, and off they went to Korra's new 'special place' – a creek where instead of thinking, she bends away her emotions – and there were a lot of emotions over the years to work out that made Korra's muscles bigger and more defined.

Korra wondered, stupidly, if Amon would've ever joined her on one of these bending sessions – maybe Noa's birth would've softened him?

Korra directed her stream of water to a nearby oak tree – it can handle it – imagining Amon in its place, redirecting it, but the fantasy snapped back to reality soon and all Korra saw was water splashing against the wood. What a stupid train of thought; what if the sick bastard would've encouraged Noa's bloodbending, even trained her – turns out, she didn't know Noatak at all…

But then, her thoughts drifted right back to the good as she raised a fresh new ball of water and started to just…swirl it. Their wedding day wasn't good at all, but their anniversaries were the best thing ever…initially – they used to surprise each other with notes and gifts and their honeymoon…oh, the honeymoon: where Korra wasn't the Avatar and Amon was never conspiring against her.

Falling in love with him was so not what Korra wanted or expected, but she did, and it was one of the best experiences of her life. When she found out about his past and his plans against her, she truly, at one point, wished she hadn't – she had thought many times that she shouldn't have gone to the police station, should've never listened to Lin, and should've just stayed home – then, maybe, she wouldn't be in this mess. She would still be with Amon, her Noa-

Korra growled and sent an actual lightning bolt at the tree, completely destroying it, but she still summoned all her elements to pelt at the smouldering stump, her teeth gritted and her cheeks burning with hot tears. When she felt that she was accidentally about to slip into the Avatar State, Korra calmed down and looked at the aftermath: there was nothing left but burning leaves and smoke coming out of a hole. She felt guilty for that, for destroying a defenseless tree, but the guilt was shared with a different source, as well.

Korra fell to her knees in the mud and buried her face in her hands, letting go but also keeping in. "Oh, Amon…"

XxXxX

"We have to go to Republic City."

Korra almost choked on her cereal, "Why?"

"Business; there are talks of electing a President and I need to be there. The Avatar being there wouldn't hurt, either," he teased as he got up from his chair to put away his mug and give Korra a kiss on the temple. "We could visit my parents, too – they've been hounding me to bring Noa."

"Yeah, sure," Korra muttered, looking away.

"What's wrong? Is this about –"

"Of course it is."

He came up behind her and started massaging her shoulders – damn, Korra loves it when he does that. "Don't worry; we won't run into him…and even if we do, it won't be a big deal. I mean, he has no clue, right?"

Korra thought for a second, "No, but…he's very…perceptive." Her husband is aware of her ex's bloodbending abilities, but not to their extent – what if he would be able to 'read' her blood..?

No, no, that's ridiculous.

"It's going to be fine, Korra," her husband assured her and gave her a peck on the lips before leaving for work.

"If you say so," Korra muttered.

She won't run into him.

XxXxX

She ran into him, of course, even though she avoided his usual route – he must've moved. The best part was how she just had to run into him on the anniversary of their divorce – the spirits have a sick sense of humour, no doubt.

When walking back to the in-laws' house through a crowded street, the ever-curious Noa wandered off while they were talking to a fellow politician. Korra, all ready at her wit's end with the kid, excused herself from the boring office talk, and angrily stormed after her daughter. There was a rain storm coming, so people were rushing to get indoors – luckily for Korra, no one recognized her due to her haircut and bigger frame.

After a few minutes passed and no Noa in sight, Korra was getting concerned. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted the top of the girl's head, and scooped her up from behind and told her not to wander around, albeit playfully. Noa was apparently speaking to a man, since the man in question was getting to his feet, his head down. Wait a minute, "A-Amon?" Amon. Amon was talking to Noa – his daughter. Oh, crap. Does he suspect? She looks like him, he has that blood thing, and he's just looking at the mother – what if Noa told him her name?! Will he catch on -

"Korra," He breathed out; he looked surprised. He looked older; his sideburns are now almost completely gray, his cheeks a bit more sunken in, his face and neck baring faint lines, but his body was…broader, somehow. Maybe after she was gone, he finally took up waterbending. Figures.

With all of this, Amon looked as attractive as ever. But, what stood out to Korra was his scar: that wonderful scar that he once bore as a sign of love for her, remained completely unaltered by age – it was still reddish-white, with white dots on the sides from the thick stitches, no wrinkles or anything affecting it.

"Korra, how-how are you?" Small talk? Good – he doesn't know, yet.

Still, she needs to get out of here…she can't just run away, though. But Noa needs to go, so she put her down and said, "Go find your Dad, okay?" Wow; that felt awkward as soon as she said it.

"You're married?" He sounded…actually, Korra couldn't make out his tone.

"Uh, yeah," Korra pulled the neck of her parka down to reveal her expensive and intricate necklace to him. That action left her feeling guilty – she shouldn't, though! It's his damn fault she left. But all he did was nod. Figures; he never did show his feelings. Maybe he doesn't care. Maybe Korra made a good call, after all.

"What about you?" Korra figured he might even have gotten married…but she dreaded the answer despite being the one to ask the question.

"Me?"

"Did you get..?"

"Um…no, I haven't found anyone." Why did that make her hold back a smile? He…he can't possibly still…? No, impossible.

Why hasn't he found anyone, then? He's on the council, he's charismatic, incredibly attractive…oh, what is she thinking? Quick, she needs to find a way out of this conversation.

"So…how old is she?"

Korra snapped out of her escape route plan, "Who?"

"Your…daughter?"

'My daughter…Noa? Yes, she's five and a – no! She's, she's..!'"My, oh! She's, um, four," Korra tried to smile, but it probably looked ridiculous.

"She's pretty intelligent for her age," Amon half-smiled. Oh, crap, did he figure out her bluff? She looks older than that.

"Um, yeah, she is."

"She's…she looks just like you." Does he really think that? He must be messing with her: how can he not see himself in her?

"Thank you. But, I think she looks more like her father," Why, just why did she have to say that?

He nodded again. Wow, either he's stupid or he just doesn't care enough to read into the obvious. An uncomfortable silence settled after that, with them looking around. Korra saw that the crowd was thinning, most likely due to the incoming storm. What's taking Noa so long?!

After what felt like an eternity, Amon dropped a bomb on her with the unexpected, "Korra, why didn't you come and sign the papers yourself?"

What? "What papers?"

"The divorce ones."

Why was he bringing that up? Now she started flashing back to that horrible time right in front of him. "I…couldn't," Was all she managed to say. 'I was kind of pregnant with your bastard, and didn't want you finding out,' wasn't an option.

"I had so many things to say to you; you have no idea." 'What? Are you kidding me? Six years of silence and now he wants to talk about things left unsaid?'

"Like what?" That came out a lot angrier than Korra intended, but it's unfair! He can't possibly choose to be perfect now.

He hesitated, "I…can't. Not now. Not anymore. You…you have a new life, a family, I do not want to impose." What? He makes a statement like that and just backs off? Korra got even angrier and got up in his face, their noses and mouths dangerously close. Oh, man, that smell…No, she can't have a flashback right now, she needs to stay angry.

"What, what did you want to say? To clear up another lie? Is that it?!" She growled.

He didn't react how she expected; he hung his head, his forehead just barely brushing up against her nose, making Korra wince away. "I wanted to say I was sorry." No, "For all the lies and…" No, please don't do this, "…everything. I'm really sorry, Korra. It was all my fault." No. No, no, no; he can't do this to her. Why..?

Her gaze dropped as she backed away some more, doing her best not to break down, "Do you…mean that?"

He looked up at her, his eyes slightly red, "Yes," He looked…miserable. Korra actually believed his regret. Then she remembered Noa and felt like crying; he has a daughter he doesn't know about and it's her doing…she has to tell him the truth before the guilt crushes her to death. She doesn't care where they are or what the circumstances are.

"Amon, I have to t-" And as if on cue, Korra was interrupted by her family.

"Hey," Said the husband holding Noa, "I've been looking for you, where have – oh, I'm sorry – are you..?"

That was a close one; maybe that was a sign that he shouldn't find out, after all. "This is Amon, Amon, this is-"

"It's an honor to meet you, Councilman Amon, sir," he interrupted, extending his hand. Wait, 'sir'? Ouch, Amon must feel old.

Amon grasped his hand in a firm handshake, "Likewise," He said with a smile, but Korra knew him enough to know his fake smiles – the corner of his mouth stays completely symmetrical to the opposite one, unaffected by the scar.

Before her husband could strike up a painfully awkward conversation with her ex-husband, Korra said, "We, um, have to go." Her current husband nodded and readjusted Noa on his shoulder before turning away…but not before smiling at Korra and brushing a thumb against her cheek.

Noa, in her infinite and oblivious cuteness, waved happily at Amon and yelled, "Bye!" in her high-pitched girly voice and he waved back, and actually chuckled. She likes him. Damn it. Why do things have to keep getting tangled up?

"I guess I'll…see you around?"

"I doubt it," Korra swallowed at the slight harshness in his tone, but a part of her deserves it.

She just nodded and briefly squeezed her lips into a thin line, "Goodbye," those words were hard to say but they needed to be said.

"Goodbye," he repeated, and it was worse than when she said it. She sharply turned away from him, so as to not see him leave first, her lower lip trembling. The street was suddenly empty and Korra began to shiver.

She rejoined her family, doing her best to keep it together. "Korra, everything alright?"

Korra looked up at him and smiled, "I'm fine, just surprised I ran into him – it wasn't that bad." It was worse – not painful like Korra ever imagined, but painful in a different way.

As they walked back to her in-law's cottage, where they were staying, Korra looked back once and bit her lip, wondering if she would ever see him again, and how she would feel if she wouldn't.

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Korra couldn't sleep. Her family was in bed and she was up, sitting on the porch and holding a bottle of unopened scotch in one hand, while watching the pouring rain. The rain, her best friend that could always soothe her, wasn't doing its job tonight; her mind was just filled with…everything.

Her thoughts, frustrations and inability to let go was keeping her up – she wishes she loved her husband like he loves her, she wishes that her traveling and Avatar duties would fulfill her like they used to…she wonders if her life would've been easier if Noa wasn't Amon's. She knows it's a terrible thought, but she thinks it anyway. Sure, it would be easier, but it wouldn't be better; Korra smiled a sad smile and thought about Noa's 'Amon' qualities – like the eyes that everyone assumes are Korra's, but Korra knows better because she stared into those eyes for years; Noa's little nose that's showing a bump at the base; how…quiet she gets, as if deep in thought. She wouldn't trade them for the world.

Korra shook her head, putting down the bottle, and she slowly walked out into the pouring rain, her arms outstretched. Since she was soaked, Korra didn't mind letting the tears come freely, followed by a series of desperate moans. She finally just doubled over and clutched herself; she loves him. After a baby, after her second marriage, after six years, half of them horrible, she still truly and whole-heartedly loves him. But she can't have him. It's too complicated… and too late.

Korra made a decision – in her utter devastation, she straightened, wiped away as much moisture off her face as she could, and walked into the house to pick up the phone, not even considering the time. She hoped their number was still the same.

After endless rings, the phone was picked up, "Hello?" Came an irritated and sleepy voice from the other line.

"Asami? It's Korra."

She immediately woke up, "Korra? What's the matter? It's almost midnight - is there an emergency?"

Korra swallowed, "Listen; I…I need you to tell me, has…" Korra sighed, "Can you trust me?"

"Korra, you're scaring me, what's wrong?"

"I need to…I need to see Amon."

Asami was quiet for a while. "Asami? Can you tell me if he moved, or…?"

Asami gave an audible sigh, "Why? Why now?"

Korra sighed as well, "I…I can't explain it. Please, just tell me what you know."

Asami reluctantly told her the address. "Korra, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"No, of course not; it's just something I have to do. Thank you so much, Asami."

"Just…be careful, Korra. It's not just you, anymore."

"I know." Korra replied somberly.

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Korra took a few breaths to steady herself; she was actually going to see him. How would she even start? What should she say, or do? Would she even dare tell him the truth?

Korra took her parka, not noticing how soaked she was underneath and, just in case she won't be able to get the words out, she took one of Noa's baby pictures and wrote down her date of birth on the back, knowing that Amon would figure it out. Korra decided to take something else with her, as well: her anniversary present. The present she kept hidden from her family, from the whole world; the present she takes with her everywhere to soothe her on particularly desperate days – the present she keeps hidden under Noa's bed – maybe because no one would think to look for it there, but the reason maybe also Korra's desire to keep a little piece of Amon close to the child he never met. After tonight, she has to let go completely.

Korra snuck into said child's room and gingerly reached under for her 'black box', which contained a newspaper clipping of her first wedding, that she took into her hands and looked at for too long, and the boomerang, which she immediately tucked into her bag, in order to not dwell on it right then. Standing up, Korra gazed upon the beautiful slumbering creature; she brushed away her ponytail and lightly kissed her temple, making the child squirm. Korra smiled and whispered, "I'm sorry, it's just something I gotta do. I love you."

Before leaving, Korra thought to maybe take a sip of liquid courage, but she merely shook her head and decided against it; she has to be fully sober for this. If she won't be able to tell him outright, Korra quickly scribbled down a date, time and address on a piece of paper, if she decided to see him again…but that's just a back-up plan. She went outside into the pouring rain with her hood up, and thought about what she would say, how she should react, but all the outcomes in her head just made her more nervous. It isn't even about him knowing the truth, not completely…she just wants - needs to see him.

She finally located his apartment and just stood in front of the door, keeping her head down. She doesn't even know when exactly she knocked, or when he opened the door, she just remembered him saying "Korra?" which was all it took; she forgot why she was there, what she was carrying…the secret. Korra looked up at him and impulsively grabbed him, crushing her lips to his.

Korra needed him; she loved him. It wasn't about lust or desire; she needed to feel him pressed up against her, needed to feel his bare skin against hers, needed to hear him say the words she hasn't heard in years…she needed all of him or she'd lose her sanity. They were soon on the bed, with Korra on top of Amon, and she said the words she hasn't said so long, that she hasn't said to him enough, "I love you. I love you so much," she was crying, but it didn't matter.

Amon pulled her face away to look into her eyes and said the words that Korra desperately needed to hear, "I love you, Korra… I always have." Her smile was warped by her crying by that point. She traced that beautiful scar on the side of his face, her mind going back to the first time she heard him say those words.

They took it slow after that; they straightened up to slowly take each other's clothes off and take in the other's body; Amon was almost showing his age, but looked younger than most fifty-year-old men, his body was more defined than Korra remembered, as was her own. His hair was as smooth as she remembered and slid back as always, while she kept hers at shoulder length now.

He rolled her on her back and ran his hand over every part of her body; there was a single lit candle in the room, which made Korra feel a bit self-conscious due to her more muscular body and stretch marks, but that passed as soon as Amon caressed her face and kissed her passionately; now is not the time for insecurities – she's here, with the man she loves, everything can wait.

When they finally joined, Korra cried out in a mix of emotions, most involved her desperation and regret – her desperate loneliness, her regret for not coming back – he said he loved her, she should've just asked that question six years ago…or five years ago, or when she was proposed to, or when their daughter was born, or on the day of her second wedding… but that shouldn't matter right now; she was here, with him…fully.

That was the most important thing - tomorrow and yesterday can wait.

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They spent the rest of the night in an embrace, with Amon finally deciding to tell Korra everything she's been wondering about for years. Korra could tell he was getting uneasy at certain points, but all she allowed herself to do was squeeze his hand, trying hard to not let herself get too emotional. She could actually understand him now, but couldn't imagine going through something like that.

They got quiet again after that for a long time, until Amon suddenly asked, "Did you mean it?"

Korra looked up at him confusedly; she doesn't remember saying anything. "What?"

"That you loved me."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing; if he had the slightest idea of what she went through these past few years, he wouldn't be asking that question. Korra kissed his whole face and told him the truth he's been wondering about, "I never stopped…all those years…I just wanted my husband back. But you –"she couldn't finish that thought; she was starting to get angry and this was not the time. She understood his pain and what he went through, but it was just unfair.

After he apologized again, she softened up and forgave him – she can't stay mad. He suddenly presented Korra with something unexpected. She gasped, "You kept it?" There it was: her engagement necklace that she last laid eyes on the day she said goodbye to it…goodbye to him. She didn't realize how much she missed its weight on her wrist.

"Of course," he said melancholically, handing it to her, "Keep it, or destroy it."

Korra mulled it over; she came here with the last piece of him, her gift, with the intent of letting go, but he was again giving her something to keep. "Okay," she said, not really sure what to do. She pulled out the boomerang out of her bag, telling him to do the same, and his response was almost the same as hers.

Korra suddenly remembered her family, waiting for her, and how the sun was about to rise. "I have to –"

"I know." Amon stated somberly.

As Korra was getting dressed and putting on her boots, she pulled out the picture and paper – she forgot to tell him. Korra turned around to see him staring at the sheets and realized she shouldn't; she doesn't want to make the situation even more depressing or ruin the beautiful moment they just shared. Her lips pulled back as if to cry, but she held it in and quickly slipped the incriminating material into the necklace's box.

Amon got dressed as well, and when he walked her to the door, he stated the obvious and painful reality, "Korra, this can't happen again; it will not work."

Korra nodded, "I know." She was hoping that he'd say, 'I'll figure something out', that Amon would try and find a solution, he's persistent like that, but he didn't; his lack of confidence crushed her even further.

Korra wrapped her arms around him and kissed him as hard as she could – she'll miss his taste, and the way his fingers bury themselves in her hair when they kiss and how his body softens up when they do. This is the man she loved and lost…now he's come back to her, but she can't have him – just another sacrifice an Avatar must make.

She bumped her nose with Amon's in an Eskimo kiss and said, "I'm sorry," her voice breaking.

"For what?" She heard him say, but she was already legging it.

Korra bended the moisture from her clothes and hugged herself – she can't even cry; she's dreading his reaction when he figures out that he fathered a child, that she kept it from him, and if he would hate her. Will he even show up on the time and place specified? Will he completely let her go by that time?

Korra snuck in, tired physically and emotionally, first going into Noa's room to add the necklace into her black box. She again kissed her daughter and assured her that everything's going to be fine. Her husband was woken up by her getting into bed so late, "Korra? What are you doing up?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.

Korra thought up something quick, "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk."

He just nodded and went back to sleep – but…wasn't it raining, though?

XxXxX

Korra showed up on Aang Memorial at the exact same time as specified in the note, at sunset, the day before she's set to leave The City, which was the next day after they had their 'encounter'. It's poetic: standing at the same place they first, um, 'met', and where he first proposed to her…it would be romantic if it wasn't so stressful.

Amon was about half an hour late. Maybe he won't even show up; maybe he hates her, or doesn't care…all of these questions were eating away at her – she should've just told him that night, get it over with.

Korra was about to give up, when she saw a speedboat approaching her position; it had to be Amon, who else comes here? Soon enough, the man was walking up to her, stomping actually. Korra was about to say something when he slapped her right across the face – it didn't hurt too much as much as it shocked her.

"Are you crazy?!" Korra screamed, holding her cheek.

"What have you done?! How could you keep something like this from me?" He sneered.

"Okay, I guess I deserved that; but how can you ask me 'why?', when you know very well why!" She pointed a finger at him.

"Korra, this isn't a game! This is a child's life! My child's life! You had no right to keep such a secret!"

Korra's relatively calm demeanor collapsed then, so she got right up in his face, "I had every right - you said it yourself: you were a lousy husband, how should I have known if you would be any good of a father? I couldn't bargain my kid's life just to see if you could possibly change!"

Amon shoved her away, but not roughly, and circled around her to look out at the City, avoiding her face, "I wanted a child, Korra. I've missed the most important years of her life… I mean nothing to her…because of you." He venomously stated.

So, apparently they're back to the original 'Amon and Korra' married couple; it's like last night didn't even happen. Okay, Korra can play this game. She cringed at what she was about to say, but she was too mad to care "Yeah, obviously you did; you showed real compassion when I lost our first baby!"

Amon whipped around, "How dare you bring that up? I mourned Korra, just as much as you did."

"I don't think so – I think you might even have been relieved," Korra argued – she finally got to tell him what she thought about his behavior during that horrible time.

Amon stomped up to her and poked her in the chest, "Do not go there, Korra."

"Or what?" Korra pressed her nose to his.

Amon then lowered his voice into his threatening tone he used during his Equalist days, "You realize, Korra, that I have the legal right to take her away from you now, did you think about that?"

Korra's angry face drained away into a face of horror, "You wouldn't…"

"Wait and see," he threatened and turned around, walking away. Korra snapped out of her shocked stupor and reacted immediately: she dragged the water out of her pouch and tried to attack, but he quickly turned around and redirected the stream back at her, knocking her on her back.

Korra looked up; she never saw him bend before, not like this. She quickly got to her feet and performed a counter attack, but he saw it coming and reacted. Whilst doing their back and forth, neither one close to winning, Korra grunted out, "You are not gonna take her away from me!" She sent the stream back, but he jumped over it and bended it back at her.

"You took her away from me!" Back at her.

"I was trying to protect her!"

"From her own father?!"

Korra slammed the ground in an earth bending move to make him stumble – he predicted it and once again whipped at her. "From a bloodbending, emotionless, manipulative freak!"

Amon stumbled back in shock, but quickly defected Korra's attack, "You came to me first, Korra – you willingly gave yourself to that 'freak' and married him!"

"I didn't know that until I found out what you were planning to do to me!"

"But I didn't go through with it! I loved you!"

Korra paused, holding the balls of water in both of her hands, her voice shaky, "I loved you, too…that's what hurt the most; finding out the man I loved didn't exist – that everything was a lie from the start!" On the last word she sent icicles at him, unsuccessfully.

"I'm right here, Korra, and I love you still!"

"How dare you say that to me, when you're telling me you want to rip Noa away from her mother!" Korra's mention of Noa's name made Amon barely deflect Korra's ice in time, but once he did, he didn't send it back; he let the puddle splash around him, his face confusedly staring at her.

For a moment, neither said anything, just stood apart, looking at each other and heaving. "You named her 'Noa'? After me?"

Korra's focused expression dropped and she immediately softened up. "Yes – when I was having her, all I thought about was you."

"Korra…" Amon just breathed out, taking a few steps towards her and she did the same; they completely forgot their battle a moment ago and remembered the words they exchanged last night. 'I love you' stuck out the most in both of their minds.

They were only a foot apart. Korra looked up at him with watery eyes, "Were you really going to take her?"

Amon put a hand on her shoulder and leaned in to look her in the eyes, "Of course not; I was angry – I wanted to hurt you. I could never take away a child from her mother."

Korra dropped her head and a sob escaped her lips. Amon pulled her into a comforting hug and she buried her face into his arm. "I'm so sorry, Amon; I didn't know I was pregnant. I didn't know you would care so much. I wanted to be strong, I wanted to forget you – but I would've come back if you had just…called or something. I missed you so much."

"I don't blame you. If I hadn't been so proud, I would've told you to stay when I saw you at the wedding. But I wanted you to move on, so I let you go."

Korra looked up at him with a sad smile, "You went after all?"

"You wanted me to."

Korra pressed her lips to his, and they kissed – grasping each other's bodies, trying to deepen the kiss with every move of the lips, their hands digging into each other's backs, as if to fuse with the other person by skin. Korra broke the kiss first and whispered into his still open mouth, "I need you."

Amon responded by kissing her again, "It's cold,"

"I don't care."

He laid her down on the cold stone, in the wide open, but they were alone, and Korra's leaving so he doesn't care – she doesn't either. He took off his heavy coat to slip under her while Korra was taking off her pants and underwear, leaving her boots on. Amon just lowered his and they joined, both exhaling at the same time and they began to move slowly, building up pace as they went.

It was hardly passionate like the night before, but it wasn't any less intimate or loving; they kept their faces pressed together, running their lips over each other's noses, cheeks, lips, necks… Korra's hand grabbing onto Amon's hair and her legs wrapped around his torso. He supported himself with one arm while his other one was preoccupied with giving her more pleasure. Korra screamed hoarsely.

It was over too soon – for the both of them, but life had to go on. They lay on their backs beside each other, their fingers entwined in the space between their heads as they look up at the sky, waiting for their breath to even out. Korra was the first to stand up. Amon gazed at her lovingly while she was pulling on her clothes and fixing her tousled hair.

Amon got up as well and straightened up, neither of them saying a word. Amon grabbed Korra suddenly and embraced her, burying his face in her hair, inhaling as much of her as possible. Korra did the same. They pulled apart reluctantly, both on the edge of tears, but still not saying a word, because they needn't – they know exactly what the other person is saying…and they're saying 'Goodbye'…again.

They kissed one more time before Korra gave him a sad smile and turned around to leave. Amon impulsively asked as she was about to take a second step, "Is she, Noa, a bender?"

Korra turned around and smiled a proud mother's smile, "Yes - she'll be one of the best, one day."

Despite his past hatred of bending, he felt proud. "Is she happy?"

Korra nodded, "Very much."

Amon felt like crying, but held it together for his final question, "Will I ever see her again?"

Korra looked away at the horizon where the sun was almost gone and thought it over; maybe once Noa is older and will be able to understand her, able to forgive her mother for the lie. Including Amon casually into their lives now would be confusing and hurtful for all company involved…especially her husband. He doesn't deserve any of this.

"We're going to the Northern Tribe for the Solstice Festival – you can see her there, but no one can know."

Amon just nodded in understanding.

Korra nodded at him and finally turned to walk away, keeping herself together; she had to say goodbye to the man she loves twice already in one day – she mourned too many times; telling him he can see his daughter again gave her hope for the future and made her just a bit happier for the first time in a decade.

'See you soon,' Korra thought hopefully, as she tucked in the pendant peeking back under her armband.

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Another dubious ending? Mimi get yo shit together already – stop toying w/ our emotions!1

SONGS LISTENED TO WHILE WRITING THIS SHIT! Synthetic Epiphany ft. CoMa – Icarus –srsly, you owe it to yourself to listen to this song; Clams Casino – I'm God; Annwn – Rosa das Rosas; Lauren King – Numb cover H320 remix; Blackmill; XXYYXX; Imogen Heap…

Holy shit! Finally done! Now I can finally have a life!... lol nope…

Seriously though, thanks guys for the past support – I think I am fo`shizz done w/ this pairing. Season 2 could be so interesting if incorporated into this story line, but I think I honestly hated that season – there I said it – I'm not going to explain my reasons right here, just know that no sequel will ever be made. UNLESS…one of you lovely ppl would be up to it, in which case…be my guest.

Since Amon has been dead for two seasons already *sniff*, the Amorra community has died down significantly so I don't feel like writing…not even for myself. His underdevelopment is also a big factor in my lack of motivation – most of the time I didn't know what the hell I was writing and I felt like a dumb 12 yr old tween whenever I tried to make Amon even the least bit emotional – so I'm truly sorry if it seems amateurish.

I've also been thinking to write a sequel for my other story 'Desiderata', because my muse decided to finally come back from her vacation and gave me a retarded idea, but I don't think anyone would be interested so that goes under the rug as well. UNLESS they bring Amon back in season 4 – then I'll write whatever.

Thank you guys so much for your support - I wish you a good life and luck in your future endeavors.

Love,

Mimi