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The Beifong Legacy is a fanfiction by KorraFanBoy. Ever wondered how Lin Beifong got her scars? This is the story of Yakone, Lin's scars, and the death of a very special earthbender.


This story is about the life of Lin Beifong. It follows her life from a young age until the beginning of The Legend of Korra.


Every story is Tokka except for The Metalbender One-Shot. Most stories are Linzin.



Sokka was the first to see her.

Their new house was less than two blocks from the earthbending school on Tenth Street, and Sokka liked it that way. Toph teased him constantly about how much of a worrier he was, but she knew why he was. He had lost his mother as a young boy, and he wasn't about to let his daughter suffer the same fate. Lin was only eight, after all, and Sokka was very overprotective. Which is why that entire day would seem like a bad dream to him, even twenty years later.

"Daddy! Daddy!" A voice cried from the front yard. A burst of panic shot through Sokka's heart. Sitting in the living room, he dropped the book he was reading. In a single bound, he had traversed the sparsely furnished house and burst out the door. What he saw nearly stopped his heart.

Lin Beifong was standing on the pathway in front of the house, carrying a pink backpack in her hand. She was wearing a green and brown earthbending uniform, and her hair was put up in a bun. And the entire right side of her face was covered in dark red blood.

"Oh my god." Sokka whispered. He ran across the yard and dropped to his knees in front of his daughter, tears running out of her eyes. She was crying, sobbing hysterically. "Toph!" he shouted, his voice panicked.

"Daddy..." Lin said weakly. Blood stained Sokka's blue Water Tribe shirt as he brushed her hair with his fingers.

"Shh," he said calmly, doing his best to comfort his daughter. "It's okay. It's okay, Lin. Daddy's here."

"Sokka?" Toph's voice echoed from the doorway. Sokka turned his head, not moving away from Lin. Thank god, he thought. If anyone would know what to do, it would be Toph. Because he didn't have a clue. He pulled Lin closer, brushing her black hair with his left hand and hugging her tight.

Toph was still in her gray metalbender police uniform, her dark hair covering her eyes. The second she stepped into the doorway, she knew something was off. There were two figures out in the lawn about fifteen feet away. One of them on their knees. That would be Sokka; he had to kneel to be at eye height with Lin. The other was standing. There was something wrong, but she couldn't quite place it.

A drop of blood ran down Lin's face and hit the ground silently. It registered immediately on Toph's radar.

"Lin!" She cried, running towards the two. She had never been so scared before in her life. Her hands shook as she dropped to her knees, right next to Sokka. "Oh my god, Lin, what happened?" She raised her hand to Lin's face and felt hot blood run across her fingers. She turned to Sokka. "Call Katara. Now." Sokka nodded, his eyes deadly serious, before running into the house to get the phone. Toph hugged Lin close, her jaw tight. She wiped a splotch of blood away from her daughter's eye, keeping her close while Lin sobbed into Toph's uniform. Sokka came out of the house a minute later, his sword strapped to his back. He looked ready to use it.

"Aang and Katara are on their way. They'll be here in five minutes."

Twenty minutes later, Sokka and Toph were sitting in a hospital waiting room at Republic City Healer's Center, on Fifteenth Street. Sokka was sitting in one of the chairs lining the wall, his arms crossed. Toph was pacing back and forth, her hands behind his back. She was still wearing her metalbender's police uniform. They had gone straight to the hospital in Katara's Satomobile; she hadn't had time to change. Occasionally she stopped and looked furiously at the operation room door, before going back to pacing.

"If you keep that up much longer you're going to wear a hole in the floor, you know." Sokka said, breaking the stunned silence in the tiny room. Toph stopped and slammed her foot into the ground. Sokka's chair jumped about a foot in the air, and he landed with a yelp, the chair crashing into the floor. Sokka stood up, rubbing his sore back.

"Will you please be serious for once in your life!" Toph shouted, her voice breaking. "Lin's in there, she's in an emergency room, she's been attacked..." A sob escaped her lips, and she buried her head in Sokka's shirt, tears streaming from her eyes. Sokka put his arms around her and held her as she cried into his chest. "I don't know what to do." She said quietly. Sokka just held her close to him. After what seemed like hours, Toph stopped crying. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. Sokka pulled away.

"Listen," Sokka said. "It's going to be alright. Katara's in there, remember? Best healer in the world? If anyone can help Lin, it's Katara. It's going to be alright. I'd bet my sword on it." Toph smiled.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." She said quietly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. Sokka smiled.

"Don't sweat it, Chief Beifong." Toph punched him in the arm, laughing.

Sokka was almost asleep when the doors to the waiting room opened. The sound of the twin doors banging pulled him away from the edge of unconsciousness. Toph was asleep as well, her head resting on Sokka's shoulder as she snored. He looked up slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes.

There was a man in front of them, looking down on them. He was about six foot two, with no hair and a dark brown beard. He wore a red and yellow robe, and he was smiling.

"Aang!" Sokka said. He nudged Toph, waking her up. He stood up and shook Aang's hand. The airbender pulled Sokka forward and hugged him fiercely.

"Sokka!" He said cheerfully. He voice was much deeper than the last time Sokka had seen him, but that had been a long time ago-five years? Six? The affairs of Republic City kept Aang very busy. "Good to see you, my friend. It's been much too long."

"I'd know that voice anywhere." Someone said from the corner. Toph stood up, smiling slightly. "How you doing, Twinkle toes?" Aang walked over and hugged Toph as well, lifting her up in the air.

"Chief Beifong." He said, smiling before setting Toph back down on the ground. "I'm sorry this meeting couldn't be under better circumstances." Sokka frowned.

"Yeah, well, there's not much choice in that." He said quietly. "Do you know anything? What's going on?" Aang shook his head quietly.

"I'm afraid I'm as much in the dark as anyone else." He said gravely. "I got the call during the City Council meeting, and Katara left to come here. I was caught up in a meeting with the Northern Water Tribe ambassador and couldn't make it over until now. How is Lin? What happened?"

"We're not entirely sure ourselves." Toph said worriedly. "Katara and the rest of the healers have been in there for the last few hours." Aang nodded.

"I'd better go in and talk to Katara." He said gravely. He walked through the emergency room doors, a gust of wind blowing behind him. Sokka looked at Toph and nodded reassuringly.

"She's going to be okay, Toph." Sokka said. Toph nodded.

"I know, I know. I just..." Toph shook her head angrily. "Sokka. When I find out who did this...I'll kill them." Sokka just nodded and put his arm around Toph's shoulder.

"I know." {C}It was almost another hour before the emergency room doors clanged open. Toph was fast asleep, her head leaning against Sokka's shoulder as she slept. Sokka was sitting in the chair, his head bent at an awkward angle as he snored. Toph jerked her head up, awake instantly as she heard the sound. Sokka woke up slowly, removing his head from the awkward position and cracking it loudly. Toph winced at the sound before looking up.

Standing in the door was a woman in her thirties, with long, dark hair and impossibly blue eyes. She was wearing a traditional Water Tribe dress, a simple blue necklace adorning her neck. Two strands of hair were tied up in loops. Toph would have recognized her anywhere.

"Katara!" She said, standing up. It was definitely Katara, Toph thought. Each of her friends had a special kind of signature when they stood, one that Toph had memorized very early on in their lives. It made for less awkward moments.

"Toph." Katara said, sadness in her eyes. Not for the first time, Katara was glad Toph couldn't actually see her. Her eyes betrayed her right away. She took a few steps forward and hugged Toph as tight as she could. "Oh, Toph, I'm so sorry."

Toph's breath caught in her throat. Oh God, she thought. "Is Lin okay?" pleasepleasepleaseplease... Sokka stepped forward, his eyes pleading.

"Sis?" He said quietly. Katara looked away.

"Mommy! Daddy!" A tinny voice shouted from behind Katara. Katara stepped to the side, and Lin Beifong came bounding down the hallway towards them. Sokka felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. He dropped to his knees and embraced his daughter, hugging her like he would never let go. Toph was next to him in a second, brushing Lin's hair away from her face.

"Oh, thank God." Toph said. She kissed Lin on the forehead. "How you doing, kiddo? You okay?" Lin laughed.

"I'm fine, mom!" She said, smiling. "Aunt Katara fixed me." Sokka looked up at Katara, mouthing thank you. Katara smiled.

"Uh, Sokka?" Toph said uncertainly. Sokka turned to face Toph. One of her hands brushed against Lin's right cheek. "Is this what it feels like?" Sokka looked closer.

Right on Lin's cheek, bright as day and still very fresh, were two angry red scars, crossing from her hairline to her cheekbones. Sokka frowned.

"She'll have those for the rest of her life, I'm afraid." A booming voice said from the corner of the room. Aang walked across the room to stand next to Toph. "Katara and I did our best, but there are some things even we can't heal. I'm sorry, Toph." Toph looked at Aang with contempt.

"You can't heal two little scars?" She asked, crossing her arms. "I thought you were the Avatar. You know, master of all four elements, best bender in the world?" Aang looked away.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I tried everything."

"Well, you should have tried harder!" Toph shouted, the ground underneath her feet shaking. "Lin's going to be scarred forever, and all you can say is sorry!" She stormed out of the building, Sokka close on her heels.

"Toph-" Katara stepped in front of him. She held her hand out, stopping him. Aang walked past, giving Katara a knowing glance before walking out the door after Toph.

"Let her go." She said. "She needs to talk to Aang about this. There's something we haven't told you." She looked down at Lin. "Hey, Lin." She said. "Tenzin's playing in the lobby, why don't you go join him?" Lin grinned.

"Yay!" She ran off down the hall and into the next room, giggling like nothing had happened. Sokka smiled; kids were like that. He turned to Katara.

"You're sure you can't help the scarring?" He asked. Katara frowned, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry." She said. "Aang and I are the best healers in the world, you know that. But even we can't heal scars that deep. No, the scars are staying. For life, I'm afraid." Sokka looked crestfallen.

"Sokka, there's something you should know." Katara said. Sokka looked up. "The cuts..." She stopped, wondering if she should say anything at all. Maybe it was better for him not to know.

"What about them?" Sokka asked. His hand went to his sword. Katara winced; she knew that if Sokka found who did this to Lin, their life would be over very shortly. She had to tell him.

"They weren't made by a knife." She said, regretting it instantly. Sokka's eyes went hard, and he looked Katara in the eyes.

"What caused them?" He asked, very calmly. Katara almost felt bad for whoever had done this. When Sokka found them... she hesitated for a second. No, she thought. It was better if he knew. She took a deep breath.


"Toph," Aang said, standing next to her in front of the hospital. "Please, think rationally."

"I-will-not-think-rationally!" Toph shouted. Her foot slammed into the ground, and a chunk of rock the size of Aang's head rocketed towards him. He dodged it easily. "This is not a time to think rationally, Twinkle Toes!"

"Toph, please." He said pleadingly. "I know you're going through a lot, but you need to calm down." Toph turned at him, tears streaming down her face as she stared him down.

"I won't calm down!" she cried. "You have no idea what I'm going through! You're the Avatar! No one would dare touch Kya, or Bumi, or Tenzin. But Lin..." A sob escaped the façade. She leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down until she was sitting on the ground, her head in her hands.

"What if I could give you a name." Aang said quietly. Toph looked up, wiping tears from her eyes.


"The man who attacked Lin." He didn't use a knife. The cut was too clean. It had to have been waterbending. And there's only one waterbender in the city that could do something like that." Toph stood up.

"Are you sure?"


"Because if you're wrong-"

"I know." Toph turned around for a second. She clenched her fists. The ground underneath her shook.

"What's the name?" Aang sighed. He knew what he was doing. If Toph got the name of Lin's assailant, she'd hunt the man down and kill him. And looking back, years later, Aang still wondered if, in the back of his mind, that was what he wanted.


"I hold you personally responsible!" Toph shouted. Aang sighed. He had expected this would be coming. They had moved from the hospital to the Metalbending Police headquarters building; Katara had left to watch Tenzin and Lin while they talked.

"And I don't blame you." Aang said. "You were right. We waited too long. We should have taken Yakone down the minute he presented a threat to Republic City."

"And what did you do?" Toph said, clenching her fists. They were standing in her office, a large metal room with windows that showed a view of the bay, uptown, and the lot that would soon become the first pro-bending arena. "You mediated. For three weeks, you squabbled with Ambassador Shoda about getting extradition rights. And what happened? He destroys half of the inner harbor, levels two warehouses, and attacks Lin!"

"Wait, wait, wait." Sokka said. "Who is this Yakone guy? Why haven't I heard of him?"

"Yakone is a waterbender from the northern tribe," Aang said. "He came to the city about a year ago, and he's been causing problems with the Triple Threat Triads for the last few months. I've been trying to extradite him to the Northern Water Tribe, but Ambassador Shoda is being...difficult."

"He's a terrorist." Toph said. "I've had enough. I'm bringing him in, Aang." Aang shook his head.

"No, Toph." He said. "It's too risky. Yakone is the most dangerous waterbender I've ever met-"

"You think I can't handle him?" Toph crossed her arms.

"That's not what I said." Aang said. "I'm saying we don't know what he's capable of. Plus, arresting Yakone could only increase tensions with the Northern Water Tribe."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should talk to Shoda about it." Toph said, walking over to her desk. She reached under it and pressed a button, and a slot opened in the front of the desk. She reached inside and pulled out two gloves, made of metal with small circular openings on the top. She slipped the gloves on and clipped them to her police uniform. She grabbed a small, slim pack from her desk chair and put it on her back. She grabbed two metal wires from the pack and clipped them to the circular openings in the gloves.

"What are those?" Sokka asked. Toph grinned.

"My own personal invention." She said. She snapped her wrist, and a thin metal cord shot out of the end of the glove, burying itself in the wall. "They're called metal skaters. Two hundred meters of cord in the pack, and they can break through just about anything. I'm having more made. Pretty soon the entire department will have a set."

"Toph, I can't let you do this." Sokka said, stepping in front of her. Concern showed in his eyes, but the rest of his face was expressionless. "You're not going after Yakone alone. Let me come with you." Toph laughed and gave Sokka a quick kiss.

"I'm not going after him." She said softly, raising her hand to his cheek. Sokka grabbed her hand.

"What are you going to do?" He asked. Toph smiled, that same mischievous smile that she had given Sokka the first time they spoke.

"I'm going to call a press conference."

"Citizens of Republic City." Toph said into the microphone. The entire room, full of hundreds of reporters and journalists, went silent. Toph could have that effect on people. She was good at getting attention.

"A year ago, a man came to Republic City from the Northern Water Tribe. Since then, he has committed several acts of violence against our dear city, including the destruction of the inner harbor last month and the death of three merchants working in the South Sea warehouses. This man is, for lack of a better word, a terrorist. He has already shown himself to be a major threat to the safety of Republic City and its citizens.

"But this morning, he made a grave mistake. He made a personal enemy of two very important people; Avatar Aang, and myself." The entire room was silent as the reporter's eyes moved to Aang and Sokka, standing in the corner. They were waiting with bated breath for whatever would come next.

"This morning, the terrorist known as Yakone attacked my daughter, Lin Beifong, in the street."

The room exploded in a symphony of shouting, waving and camera flashes. The rumble went on for almost a minute before Toph raised her hands, and the entire room was silent once more. Sokka was impressed. The Chief of the Metalbending Police commanded respect like no one he'd ever seen, not even his father.

"This is the final straw." Toph said, leaning forward on the podium. "Do the people of Republic City really want a man attacking children roaming their streets?" A mutter of agreement sounded in the crowd.

"While the council is caught up in extradition treaties and bending rights, the Metalbending Police have no such restrictions." Toph said, grinning. "Yakone is on our turf, in our cities, committing acts of violence against our citizens. This needs to be stopped. And I'm putting forth a challenge.

"Yakone, if you're listening, and I know you are, I challenge you to a bending showdown. To the death. Tonight at seven, in the probending arena lot. Come alone; bring nothing but your waterbending. That is, if you're man enough to show."

If the roar the crowd had erupted into minutes earlier was bad, this was an earthquake. The ground was literally rumbling as the photographers and journalists tried to get a decent look at Toph as she exited the stage.

"That was very unwise, Toph." Aang said gravely. "I wish you would let the council take care of this."

"Yeah, because they've done such a great job with that in the past." Suddenly, a mob of reporters made their way behind the podium and were bombarding Toph with questions.

"Chief Beifong, how is Lin doing?"

"Chief Beifong, what caused you to suspect Yakone in the attack on your daughter?"

"Chief Beifong, do you think Yakone will show at the probending lot?"

Sokka could see that Toph was getting a little antsy. Having so many people around made it difficult for her to decipher who was who, and that made her nervous. He decided to step in.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen!" He shouted above the din. He stepped in front of Toph, hand on his sword, a barrier between her and the journalists. "Chief Beifong's had enough questions now. If you'll just follow the lieutenant here downstairs, he'll be happy to take any more questions." He pointed to a metalbending officer in the corner, standing with one of his coworkers around a water jug. The journalists were on him in a second. Toph sighed in relief and intertwined her arm with Sokka as they walked.

"You just sent the Republic City Times after my second in command," She said, chuckling.

"He had it coming," Sokka said. Toph laughed.

"Thank you." She said.

"No problem, Chief." He said. Toph laughed, and he turned to face her. "Toph. Please don't do this. You don't have to go against Yakone. Let Aang handle it." Toph frowned.

"You don't trust me to take care of him." She said. She sounded crestfallen; Sokka winced.

"I'm worried about you." Sokka said. "Do you want me to come with you?" Toph shook her head.

"No," She said. "This is my fight."

"Lin's my daughter too, you know." Sokka said. "I've got a beef with this Yakone guy just as much as you do." Toph shook her head.

"No." She said. "This is all my fault. I could have stopped Yakone weeks ago; months. But I let myself get caught up in the politics. And now he's out there on the streets, and he attacked Lin, and she'll have those scars forever, and all I can think is that it's all my fault." Sokka looked at her for a second before taking a step forward and hugging her.

"Please be careful." He whispered into her ear.

For nearly an hour and a half, Toph waited in the lot that would soon become the pro-bending arena. Sokka, Aang and Katara stood on the side of the empty lot, waiting patiently. Toph hadn't wanted the rest of the gang to come, but they had insisted. Toph crossed her arms, tapping the ground with her foot. She did a quick test for vibrations. Nothing.

"I don't think he's going to show, Toph." Aang said. Toph looked disgusted.

"Coward," She muttered. She turned and began to walk away. She took two steps before stopping. She clenched her fists.

"Toph," Sokka said uncertainly. "What's wrong?" She smiled before pointing to the far edge of the lot.

"He's here."

From the end of the lot, a low clapping started. From behind a pile of stone, a slim, tall man appeared.

He was almost as tall as Aang, with scraggly black hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt and black pants, and a blue Water Tribe necklace dangled over his chest. Sokka took a disliking immediately. The man looked sleazy.

"Very impressive, Chief Beifong." The man said. His voice was whiny and high. "Very impressive indeed. Did you like my little message?"

Sokka took a step forward, sword already halfway out of its sheath. Aang put a hand out to stop him.

"She has to do this herself." Aang said. "You know how she is."

"Yeah, I know how she is." Sokka said, dropping his hand from the sheath. "That's what I'm worried about."

"I'm here to take you down, Yakone," Toph shouted across the lot. "You've gone too far this time. You're a threat to Republic City and its citizens."

"I was just havin' a little fun," Yakone said, shoving his hands in his pockets. He wandered across the lot lazily, never taking his eyes off Toph. "Surely you understand, Chief Beifong."

"I'm not sure I do." Toph said. She took up a fighting stance; feet shoulder length apart, hands raised and fists clenched. "You're insane." Yakone laughed.

"Yeah, maybe." He said. "But I'm good at what I do. Correct?"

"You're stalling."

"But what for?" Yakone shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm not scared of you, Chief Beifong. You may be the best earthbender in the world. So what? I'm the best waterbender in the world."

"I have a friend who would beg to differ." Katara smiled; she knew Toph praised her as the best waterbender.

"Well, let's find out, shall we?" Yakone said. He adopted a lazy fighting stance; low set, his arms low and hands held loose. "I'm ready when you are, Chief. Whenever you-"

Her first attack came lightning fast, almost faster than Sokka could process. Before Yakone could finish his sentence, a bolt of metal wire shot from Toph's wrist, heading straight for the waterbender's face. Sokka would think that Yakone would have no time to react, but he was quick too.

In a split second, a thin blade of water rose up from the pouch on Yakone's back. He maneuvered with precise skill, slicing the wire clean in two.

"You're gonna have to try better than that, Chief!" He shouted. Toph smiled. A challenge, then. She slammed her left foot into the ground, digging in. She felt every vibration in the ground, every movement as clearly as someone who had perfect vision. Maybe even a little bit better. She lifted her hands, shook her fingers loose, and made her first move.

The two walls of stone came at Yakone from the left and right, so fast that there was no way he could dodge them. He moved his hand in a complicated motion, and the water from the bay on the left shot from the sea in a lightning fast wave. He ducked low, the wave cleaving the walls of stone in two. The pieces of stone fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"You're quick." Toph said, grinning. "I'll give you that. But not quick enough." Right beneath his feet, a pillar of rock shot from the ground, sending Yakone spinning fifty feet in the air with a scream. Toph grinned as the waterbender hit the ground, hard. Only a thin wave of water summoned from the bay stopped him from snapping his neck on the hard-packed dirt.

The fight went on for twenty minutes straight, both benders fighting for the upper hand in a fast paced struggle to the death. To say that it was impressive was an understatement. Neither benders seemed to tire as they fought. Yakone was moving impossibly fast, dodging Toph's attack like a pro. He pulled off a particularly impressive move, spinning between two block of earth sent at him by Toph. He bended water from his pack and froze it solid, throwing it towards Toph like daggers.

Toph sensed his movement and slammed the ground with her fist. Two blocks of solid stone shot from the ground. The icicles shattered against the stone, and Yakone cursed, breathing heavily. There was a long gash across his right shoulder, and his hair was wild and disheveled.

"Getting tired yet, pal?" Toph shouted across the lot. "I can go all night."

"I don't know, Chief!" Yakone shouted, panting. "It's getting a little dark, don't you say?" Sokka looked up. It was indeed getting dark, the sun setting over the western port, giving way to a bright full moon.

A full moon.

A full moon.

Oh, no.

"Toph!" He shouted, pulling his sword from his sheath with a metallic whine. "Toph, he's a bloodbender!" Toph turned for a split second, and that was all Yakone needed.

He raised his hand, fingers limp. He performed a complicated motion with his left hand, and Toph turned to face him. Even from the other end of the lot, Sokka could see the fear in her eyes.

Toph was suddenly jerked high in the air, spun around and then slammed back down into the ground. Yakone laughed manically as he performed the puppet-like motions with his hands. The moon was high and full, as strong as it had ever been. Yakone's powers would be as strong as they had ever been.

"Sokka!" Toph screamed. The terror in her voice shook Sokka to the bone. "Sokka, help me!"

"Toph!" Sokka shouted. He took two steps before stopping abruptly; he couldn't help it. He looked up and saw Yakone lifting his other hand, stopping Sokka dead in his tracks. He looked behind him and saw that Aang and Katara were frozen as well.

"Yakone!" Aang shouted, his voice booming. "You don't know what you're doing!" Yakone laughed.

"Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing, Avatar Aang." He said.

"Sokka, please!" Toph shouted. She was still pinned to the ground, unable to move. God, she was scared. More scared than she'd ever been in her life. She'd never lost control of her body, not once. It was more terrifying than anything she could have imagined.

"What shall I do with our dear chief of police, Avatar Aang?" Yakone shouted. "Shall I...drown her in the bay?" He moved his hand, and Toph stood up and began walking towards the bay. Sokka could see the fear in her eyes, plain as day.

"No!" Toph shouted, straining against the bloodbending. She was fighting as hard as she could, but it was hard to rebel against your own body.

"Or shall I use her earthbending against her?" Yakone jerked his hand again, and Toph assumed a fighting stance.

"Sokka!" Toph shouted. Her head turned to face her husband. "Sokka, please help me!"

"Toph!" Sokka shouted, straining at his invisible bonds. He turned to Yakone. "I'll kill you!" Yakone looked at him.

"Oh, shut it, will you, loverboy?" Yakone moved his hand again, and Sokka's jaw muscles tightened until he could no longer open his mouth.

"Yakone, I don't think you know what you're doing." Aang said quietly.

"Shut up!" Yakone shouted. "I'm busy." He turned to Toph, who was still frozen in place. "Your time is over, Chief Beifong." He performed more motions with his hand, lifting Toph high in the air. "Any last words?" Toph's expression hardened as she hung in midair, rendered completely immobile by the bloodbending.

"Go to hell." She hissed. Yakone grinned.

"You first."

He closed his limp hand, clutching it into a fist. Toph gasped and fell to the ground, gasping for breath as she collapsed on the ground. Sokka felt the bloodbending release him, and he ran towards Toph, Aang and Katara right behind him.

Suddenly, the metalbenders were everywhere, shooting their metal skaters at Yakone. Two of them wrapped around his wrists, holding him in place. Two more coiled around his legs, bringing him to his knees. With the terrorist safely contained, Sokka knelt down next to Toph.

She was breathing heavily, her skin clammy and sweaty. When Sokka knelt down next to her, she raised her hand to his cheek, brushing her fingers against his goatee.

"Where are you hurt?" Sokka asked, looking her up and down. Sokka started to unbuckle the metal armor, trying to find out where she was injured.

"You usually wait until I get home to do this." She said, coughing. Despite the situation, Sokka had to laugh.

"You..." He said as he pulled off the metal armor. "Are insufferable." He gasped. The bloodbending must have burst an artery-blood was flowing freely from an open wound. He looked to Katara.

"Can you heal it?" He asked her. Katara knelt next to Toph, looking at the wound. She turned to Sokka with tears in her eyes and shook her head.

"Looks like I'm flat out of luck, Sugar Queen." Toph said. She coughed, wincing in pain as more blood poured from the wound in her side. "Better say my goodbyes."

"Shut up, Toph." Sokka said. "You're gonna-"

"Please shut up for once in your life?" Toph said, laughing. "I'm speaking my final words and you're gabbing as usual." She turned to Katara. "Katara. You were my best friend. Thanks for taking me with you all those years ago." Katara nodded, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Aang." Toph said. It was getting more and more difficult for her to breathe. "We had some good times, Twinkle Toes. Good fights. I wouldn't change it for the world." Aang smiled.

"It was my honor, Chief Beifong." He said.

"Sokka." She said. "I'm bad with feelings. But with you..." She coughed up blood, wiping it from her mouth before continuing. "With you, it was always so simple. Take care of Lin for me, will you?"

"You know it." Sokka said. Toph gasped for air; she knew her time was running out.

"Make sure that man rots in a cell 'till the day he dies." Toph said.

"I promise." Aang said. Toph turned to Sokka again.

"I know what I want my last words to be," She said. She reached up and touched his face; Sokka grabbed her hand. "Sokka... I love you."

"I love you too." Sokka said. Toph smiled, then gasped for air, then went limp. Sokka stood up, holding back a sob. He looked at Yakone, sitting in the corner of the lot, bound in metal cords, smiling, looking quite pleased with himself. He decided right then and there, staring at the man who took his wife from him.

He would kill him.


You don't know the whole story.

It's none of your business.

Everything must have worked out for the best.

You shouldn't even know about it anyway.

Everyone seems happy enough.

It ended years ago.

There's nothing you can do.

Korra repeated mantras of logic in her head as she pulled streams of water up out of the bay around Air Temple Island and whipped them around herself. The important thing to focus on now was the championship tournament tomorrow, not her mentor's love life... past, long-since-over love life. It didn't involve her at all; there was no practical point to dwelling on it, so, logically, the only thing to do was to forget about it.

As the Avatar spun around, her eyes happened to pass over the clearing where she often tried Airbending when she was alone. A newspaper with Tahno's face grinning smugly at her still hung from the clothesline. She would be practical. She would be logical. But, oh, how she wished she had a picture of Pema to use for Firebending target practice!

Korra sent the water over the cliff, back to its home, with a sigh of defeat. All the logic in the world couldn't erase her anger at Pema, however unjust she knew it (most likely) was. When she remembered the confident, satisfied way the woman bragged about stealing her husband from his first love...

Disillusionment stung. Korra had pictured Pema's rival very clearly in her head: a shallow, brainless beauty, a powerful Bender dripping with charisma and probably wealth but with no heart, no true love for the Avatar's son beyond the fame and status marrying him would bring her, who had easily forgotten about him and moved on to live happily ever after with some wealthy noble who could satisfy her desires just as well. In reality, she had been a close childhood friend; a partner in his mission to protect the city left under their charge from its enemies; a strong, fearless, noble, heroic warrior who inspired awe and respect in everyone she met, friend and foe alike; a woman whose affection couldn't possibly be earned easily, but she had nonetheless bestowed it on him... and who had never married. True, they were very different; even their elements were opposite. But as they say, "Strange extremes meet in love's pathway."*

You have no right to be angry at Pema, Korra told herself again. You have no reason to be angry at Pema. You don't know the whole story... Back to square one.

Korra left the cliff and headed for the woods, hoping a walk would shake off the bitterness that had taken over her. It was getting annoying, actually; why was she really so angry at Pema? She'd always liked her whenever she visited the South Pole, they had always gotten along, and she and Tenzin always seemed happy. It didn't make sense; her mind must be hiding something from her again, just like she had successfully hidden her fear of Amon from herself until a few weeks ago.

Korra slowed her pace, took a deep breath, and tried to search for the truth in her mind, like how she'd been taught to search for moisture in the air when there was no other source of water to bend.

Maybe you're really mad at her over something else, thought Korra. Like the horrible advice she gave you about Mako. Korra shuddered as she recalled that moment when she'd been too high on their first tournament victory to stop herself from doing the... second stupidest thing she had ever done in her life. But she had never blamed Pema for that; she had been too furious at herself and then at Mako to spare any fury for anyone else.

No, that wasn't it. So what was? The sound of a splash interrupted her meditation. Korra looked down to find she'd stepped on the edge of a large puddle of melting snow. As she took a step back and Waterbended her boots dry, the surface of the water calmed, and her reflection came into focus. She stared down at her reflection for a moment, with a look of such intense concentration, you would think she had never seen her own face before. How long she stood there, still and silent, looking into her own eyes, she didn't know, but it was long enough to make her realize the shameful truth.

You're not angry at Pema. You're angry at yourself.

Even though telling Mako they were made for each other had painfully backfired, Korra had held on to the fantasy that it was true, that they belonged together even if he didn't realize it yet, that it was her duty to protect him from ending up with the wrong woman, that stealing him from Asami was what was best for him. Pema did it, and it worked out for the best for her and Tenzin, Korra had told herself. She was in the same position, and it would work out best for her and Mako, too, if she had the courage and determination to make it happen. If she cared about Mako as much as Pema cared about Tenzin, it would be selfish and wrong to leave him to someone who didn't deserve him.

Now, that fantasy had evaporated along with her vicarious joy over Pema's victory. A woman's heart had been broken, a friendship had been ruined. She didn't know for sure that Tenzin's wife had been unquestionably wrong to steal him away, but Korra could no longer believe that she had been unquestionably right. Which meant she could no longer tell herself it was unquestionably right to spoil Mako's happiness with Asami.

Wake up! It wasn't selflessness, compassion, or concern that made you say 'When you're with her, you're thinking about me.' It was pride.

Everything she had said and done to Mako between hearing Pema's story and the semi-final match had been motivated by selfish pride. Her only concern had been her own happiness, not his; her doubt over whether Tenzin's first love deserved to lose him made her quite undoubtedly certain of this.

Korra had reached the side of the island facing the Pro-Bending arena, where the two brothers who (a few days ago, at least) had every right to wish they had never met her were probably training right now. She stared at the view and thought of how she had mistreated them throughout the tournament, putting one unfairly on the spot, and leading the other on before kissing his brother. She thought of Lin Bei Fong and how obvious it was that she hadn't "moved past it" as thoroughly as Tenzin had. She thought of Tenzin standing by her side determined to protect her from any attack and had to wonder if he had "moved past it" as thoroughly as he claimed. She thought of Pema confessing to breaking them up without a single sign of regret.

Well, if she was going to be completely reasonable, she didn't know the whole story, but she knew enough to concede that she could no longer use Pema's actions to justify her own. "Those who don't learn from the past are doomed to repeat it," the sages taught her about her duties as the Avatar. As Korra stared across the bay, she silently vowed she would not cause whatever painful past existed for Lin Bei Fong and Tenzin to repeat now for Mako and Asami. She would never intentionally be the cause of unnecessary heartbreak. She would never try to usurp affections that already belonged to someone else. She would never be that type of girl.

Korra turned her back on the sight of the brothers' home and headed towards the house, feeling lighter and freer inside than she had for days.

One Shots

Linzin One Shot

They say I had a beautiful smile.

When I was young, my mother claimed she had no trouble Seeing it, either, and I believed her.

Incredible how my little cries into this world had made her feel that way.

"How is she?" was all my mother had asked, between the painful breaths and spasms in her abdomen that had come from a restless night of birth.

My mother's blood and sweat had unceremoniously decorated the ice hut's floor by the end of it. Master Katara had been the first one to hold me, so she said, breathing calmly into that night after a delicate – almost fatal - delivery.

"She's..." the waterbender held her words as she cleaned my face, her breath frozen as she first noticed my eyes. My vivid, Earth-claimed, emerald green eyes.

"Toph... she's... looking at me."

"What?" my mother whispered through her pale, bloodless face.

Master Katara's voice cracked, overwhelmed, her own eyes welling up with tears. "She's s looking at me!" The joy had built so much, she could barely place me in my own mother's arms, then.

It was incredible, how my mother's once fearless disposition towards the world had changed when she held me.

They say that when I was born, she cried for the first time in a very long time, over happiness... over the fact that I did not share her blindness. It was like all the disappointment and personal heartbreak from the past year had faded into dust. Dust that she could Bend and twist and leave for a better day.

And when she learned that she could See me smile, hear my laugh, and feel my own love for her through the hugs I would bring to her every day, my mother said she that had stopped waiting for my father to come back.

That my beautiful smile was what kept her fighting so hard to protect this new Republic, to the day that a young revolutionary known as Amon mercilessly took her down.

When the injuries claimed her life, I promised my mother I would honorably defend this city in the way she and the Avatar Aang had defended it together.

I never smiled again, swearing never to do so until I saw this oppression cease to exist.

But of course... you had to look at me, in that way.

My mother had told me to be watchful of boys at a certain age, guarding me as a daughter who was bound to be guarded for the sake of something my mother could only explain through her tears. I saw them as she couldn't see them: an unimaginably-strong girl left alone with her heart in pieces, a child growing in her belly.

The only family my mother could ever trust me around with was yours.

Your parents loved me as the strong, silent type that could only be brought from the tough Earthbender they knew. They cared for me when she passed, cared for me unconditionally on the Island until the day I began training at the Bei Fong academy. Even then, they could see the vengeance in my Emerald green eyes, knowing full well that my ambition to be Security Chief of Republic City was all made to take down the man who killed my mother. And yet, they didn't hinder me. They knew they couldn't stop me.

Now that I think of it, your brother and sister never seemed to think much of me, either, keeping their shenanigans unto themselves, as if assuming me to be allergic to fun. Almost dangerous to it.

How was it... then... that you saw through that steel wall I had built for myself all those years?

Why did I choose to listen to your thoughts... your fears about my safety, your hopes for a better City without the need for so much violence?

...and why... when you brought your face close to mine that night under the Summer Solstice... did I not move away?

You became my best friend, you know.

I found a reason to be happy again, despite my mother's absence and the political Anti-Bending revolution taking hold of our parents' beloved city. You and I, we were a team. We were going to save this city together, and watch the next generation of Benders experience the peace that Avatar Aang had fought so hard to create.

Now... you ask me why I don't smile anymore.

Amon is still out there, we both know that. We know what he is capable of. We've both had to experience it, personally.

When I saw the way you looked... at her... I knew your heart belonged with her. I accepted it. In fact, I hated myself for the fraction of a second I desired to destroy all non-benders from this world, because I knew that had nothing to do with it. Not all of them want to destroy us, anyway, and she is the quintessential proof of that.

I am happy for you. I really am. Your children are beautiful, too.

To say I have lost my best friend would be a lie, because I know we'll always be there for each other.

But you ask me, still, why I don't smile anymore?

Maybe someday, I'll tell you.

Perhaps when Amon and his Cause are wiped from the map, when my mother's work is finally paid off, and your beautiful family and your hope for peace are no longer threatened... I will tell you.

Until then, I work quietly.

The Metalbender One-Shot

The doorway looks painfully normal and innocuous: a simple oaken frame with a brass knob set into the stone wall. It gives not a single hint as to the perpetual nervousness that surrounds it, the constant feeling of dread from those metalbending students who dare to open it.

The graduates of the Bei Fong Academy of Earthbending that receive invitations from the police force in Republic City are the best of the best. Behind that door lies a final lesson that everyone goes through, a test that most fail to pass despite the talent that brought them that far.

I feel the sweat dribbling down my palm as I open the door, the sound of the knob drowned out by the clanking of my plate armor. I flinch a little before entering the room, a small, frightened part of me not wanting to process whatever is inside.

This is the test that the Metalbending Police Corps talks about in hushed tones, the best kept secret in New Republic City. This is the test that separates the metal from the slag, that leaves so many prospective elites on the cutting room floor like garbage. Chief Beifong raised an eyebrow like an arrow string being pulled when she approved me for this test. I am a brave man and a skilled metalbender, but that never seems to matter to those that attempt this, and despite myself I am a little terrified.

Light pouring from the windows grabs hold of my vision, blinding me as I attempt to adjust to the room. As the image begins to resolve, I make out a large open floor, broken only by a lone red bench lying against the wall. An old man sits atop it, holding a cane loosely in his right hand as his head rests on the stone behind him. A lone blue eye snaps open and rests on me; I am struck by the realization that this guy is Water Tribe.

Cavernous wrinkles dance across his brown cheeks as he speaks. "Who are you?" His voice is as gnarled as he is and strangely high-pitched.

Confused, I snap to attention. "I, um, what am I supposed to be.. what is..."

"That's a stupid sounding name," he spits, scowling deeply, "I'm supposed to be waiting here for a metalbending warrior. Make yourself useful and go fetch him for me."

I swallow. "Um, sir, I'm the metalbender. I'm supposed to report for a test?"

His eyes pop open again, looking me up and down. He struggles to rise, planting his cane upon the ground and forcibly drawing himself up. He hobbles a little as he walks over to me, not quite leaning on his cane but using it for support. I can smell a faintly meat-ish odor as he comes within inches in my face, the shock of white hair upon his scalp nearly touching me.


"Stop saying that!" he snaps, spittle flying from his open mouth, "Are you an idiot or something?"

I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off. "You're a scrawny, pathetic thing! I'm here for a metalbender, not some fragile little daffodil! Grow up a bit, and come back to be a policeman when you're ready!"

A twitch of anger replaces my confusion. I'm quickly getting tired of this senile old idiot's posturing.

"I am ready to be a metalbending policeman you old coot!" I hiss, forgetting my officer's etiquette, "Just give me the stupid test!"

He sneers contemptuously, raising a paper white eyebrow high up his forehead. "Are you now, boy? Are you ready?"

He backs up a touch, switching his grip on the cane and whipping it around like an odd sword.

"I'm your test! You think a prancing little rabbitsquirrel like yourself has what it takes to beat an old veteran?"

I roll my eyes, waiting for the punchline. "Just give me the real test, old man. I'm not here to play ga-" is as far as I get before he leaps forward and whips the cane across my face. I yelp aloud and draw a hand to my face, the stinging pain throbbing like a tidal wave in my cheek. My palm comes away bloody and I scowl deeply, gritting my teeth.

Rage overcomes my good sense as I throw myself into the Horse stance. "Fine, you asked for it you relic!"

He lets out a wheezing cackle, grinning like a madman as he pounces forward again. This time, however, I am ready. I bring my gauntlet covered hand up and shunt his cane aside giving me the chance to punch forward with the metal whips locked in my armor. The steel comes alive, snaking around his skinny frame and wrapping tightly against his arms. He tries to bring the cane back around but I jerk the whips upward, allowing the tendrils to pin his arms to his sides. I begin to smile, strutting forward to flaunt my victory when he suddenly draws his head back and fires a hulking gob of spit into my right eye.

I roar in pain and disgust, but he has shaken my hold and squirmed out of the metal trap before I can recover. I slap a hand over my eye and try to draw the quivering metal back into action, but before I can move he drives his foot impossibly hard between my legs, underneath the metal kilt of my armor. Stars explode in my eyes and I scream, the noise sounding distant and far away, like its coming from somewhere else. I'm already tipping backwards as he cracks the cane against the back of my knees, shooting them out from under me and flinging me hard against the unforgiving ground. The ceiling tiles blur and refocus in my vision as he swings the cane again, stopping not more than a centimeter from my prone, exposed face. He grins, looking decidedly more evil than senile as I try to recover my shocked and scattered senses.

"Relic, huh?" he sneers, "How're you going to explain getting your butt handed to you by an old relic to your pansy friends?"

I grit my teeth, fighting through the pain throbbing mercilessly in my crotch. "You... you cheated!" I gasp, "You fought dirty!"

"Cheated?" he roars, an enormous frown replacing his grin, "What do you think this is, an Agni Kai? You want to be a policeman you imbecile, you think the Triads are going to play honorably? You think they won't murder civilians around you to escape getting caught? What are you going to tell a mother whose innocent son was killed during an attempted arrest? 'I'm sorry, I could've stopped the criminal easier but I wanted to fight honorably'?"

The pain begins to subside, but I can think of nothing to say to that.

"I'm a non-bending crazy old man, and I just took down a powerful bender a third of my age!" he continues, "How do you think I survived all the battles of the war? Hmm? I'll tell you, I learned to fight dirty! I took every advantage I could get, because I didn't have the bending superpowers the enemy did!"

All I can do is look up at him, jaw agape, as he offers me his cane. He's right, he's entirely right. I'm going to be a policeman. My job is to serve and protect, not act like a fighter in the Pro Bending Tournaments. I nod resolutely, grabbing a hold of the bottom of the cane and allowing him to draw me up. Then, as I regain my feet, while he is still off balance, I crash my fist into his nose, letting go of the cane and sending him crashing to the floor. Blood streams from his nose, a scowl of pain and anger stretching across his face.

For a terrible second, I have a premonition of my impulsive punch getting me into serious, serious trouble, but as he draws his hand away from his face and sees the blood, a grin blossoms on his worn, cracked face. He begins to howl with laughter.

I shrink a little as he pulls himself up, creaking and groaning all the way. His oceanic blue eyes grab a hold of me, far more youthful than the rest of him.

"Lin! I like this one! He passes!" he shouts to someone I can't see, "You're going to do well, I think, kiddo."

I hear a sudden rattling of armor as Chief Bei Fong emerges from the dark behind me. A cold hand of shock clenches around my chest, snapping me to attention as I clumsily salute. "Chief Bei Fong, ma'am!"

She glowers at me, that permanent scowl etched into her face eying me up and down.

"Are you sure?" she asks the old man, "That punch was dirty, even by your standards."

He sighs dramatically, slinging a friendly arm over my shoulders. I clench up at the awkwardness of the moment, but neither he nor Chief Bei Fong seem to notice.

"You know she has never had much of a sense of humor," he tells me, "Not even when she was little. Try not to hold it against her." Chief Bei Fong's expression hardens and beads of sweat drip down my face.

"Don't frown so much!" the old man says to her, "Your mother never frowned that much! And she had a sense of humor as well!" He winks conspiratorially at me. "I got most of my best insults from her mother! Well, her and the old Fire Lord's wife. You know, I'm actually quite a big deal over there in the Fire Nation!"

I see Chief Bei Fong's eye begin to twitch and rock of fear drops into my stomach. "You are dismissed," she growls, clearly frustrated, "Report to the Police Academy at 0600 in full dress armor. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!" I squeak, trying to gather my senses as I shuffle to the exit.

"You're so incurably serious, Lin!" the old man sighs, "I suppose we should be grateful that you at least got your height from me."

Chief Bei Fong sighs, the action eerily similar to that of the old man.

The Mother & Daughter One-Shot

Good day everyone happy Mother's day to all, dismissed."

Toph sighed she wondered how her 4 year old daughter Lin, was handing this mothers day event seemed to happen in the Spring time all the time Katara obviously had like several gifts from Kya, Bumi, and Tenzin who was the same age as Lin. Toph couldn't pick to be suprised or not suprise if Lin had gotten her anything. Well if she did Toph would have enjoyed it...


Of course she would she never has really said it but Toph loved Lin more than anything in this world even if she is stubborn like she is the two really hadn't formed a fantastic "Mother and Daughter" relationship like Katara, Suki, and Mai did and Mai hardly even speaks! Ugh Toph always thought she was an awful mother.

Toph knew exactly why.

She sighed and stopped on the bridge turning her head hearing families with each other the reason why Lin and her hadn't formed a good relationship is because Lin never knew who her father was so it was just the two. Toph didn't need no father with her maybe she could be wrong though she hasn't mentioned it or maybe...

She's always gone everyday till morning all the way to dusk and Katara usually watched Lin while she was gone all day long she wondered how she was doing Lin was always on her mind and if anyone messed with her! Ohh she'd just!...

She'd beat them to the pulp!

Toph felt a toy shop beside her she decided to at the very most get her a little doll or something to play with she felt the toy store owner starting to greet her.

"Hello Chief Bei Fong." The old voice said, sounding like a woman bowing.

"Hi...Do you have anything a well little girl can play with like rag dolls, dolls, stuffed animals or anything like that?" Toph asked.

"Why of course would you like some?" The old woman asked.

"Yes please...What's the cost?" The female chief asked.

"Ten silver pieces." The woman replied, taking Toph's money.

The old woman placed the small gifts into the bag "Thank you." Toph said, walking out the door going to Air Temple Island.

Toph made an Earth road to walk over the water and knocked onto the door feeling Aang and Katara answering "Hi Toph." Katara greeted, yawning loudly. "Hi sugar queen where's Lin?" Toph asked, using the name she'd called her since the two had met all those years ago.

"In Kya's room." Aang replied, letting his Earth bending sifu inside walking up stairs with the two woman.

Quietly opening the door and lighting a candle to see sleeping Lin and Kya, though Katara and Aang were about to laugh their lungs out in their funny sleeping positions; Kya was on the edge of the bed Lin's legs were on top of her back both seemed comfortable not moving a muscle the two were great friends though sometimes they could be like Katara and Toph in fights like close sisters...

Toph carefully grabbed sleeping Lin while Aang got Kya and felt her stir obviously waking up from the sounds raising her head up rubbing her eye seeing her Aunt Toph walking away with Lin taking her back home.

"Daddy." Kya called her voice low breathing sound.

"Hm?" Aang hummed.

"How come Lin wasn't with Aunt Toph all day like we were with mommy?" Kya asked curiously.

In her 8 year old mind thought it was insane to not be with your mom on mother's day it was like not being with your dad on father's day but she knew Lin didn't know her father she didn't seem to care sometimes she did say she wanted to meet him one day or at least know who he was but like Lin said she didn't care her mom did everything for her and it was nice though they didn't do much together because she was the head police and was busy with meetings and crimes going throughout the cities and world.

"She was busy doing things keeping everyone protected in the city." He said.

"Wait...I thought that was your job?" She said, befuddled.

"She does the small things and sometimes the big things, I usually handle that though so we do some of the same things at some points remember not too long ago that Yukone guy tried to overthrow Uncle Zuko and me? That's what I usually do if someone trying to threaten or overthrow the city, the next Avatar will do the same for everyone also." Aang explained

"Will Tenzin, Bumi, and me still be around when the water bender comes?" Kya asked.

"Yup you'll be around forty-eight years old but Tenzin will be seeing the water bender a little more to train them for air bending." He informed.

Kya yawned signaling she was tired, "Can I sleep with you guys?" She asked, tiredly.

"Of course."

Toph entered her house feeling something moving noting that Lin had woken up.

"Mama?" Lin said.

"Hi, Lin." Toph greeted, placing her on the couch.

"Stay here and close your eye's I got a surprise for you," Lin ordered, going upstairs.

Toph smiled and closed her eyes she always thought it was funny when Lin forgot she was blind sometimes but she was only four so she really couldn't do anything about it.

"Okay open!" Lin exclaimed, handing her an Earth present and letter so she could read it, "Read it mommy!" She said. "I'm going to need you to I don't know how." Toph admitted.

"Okay," Lin said and started to read.

Dear Mommy.

Happy mother's day! Even though you are gone a lot your still my mama you are the best even though daddy isn't here I still think your the best mommy in the whole wide world, I know we don't do much together I would really like to...maybe going Earth bending or go prank Uncle Sokka or the other's because when I do it, it makes me think of you I've also asked stories about you and want to know more from you. You all I need and your the reason why I have a roof over my head and food on my plate, I know that you must think your not the best mommy in the world but I do rather you are gone a lot...I haven't told you this enough, but I love you, Mommy.

Love, Lin

Toph sniffed and wiped her sodden cheek she really does love her even though she's still gone a lot of times "Mommy your crying," Lin said, shocked. Seeing her mother smile they weren't upset tears they were happy ones which happened rarely.

"Yeah I am...Lin...that was beautiful thank you." Toph admitted, embracing her daughter tightly.

"I got you some toys if you ever get bored here or anywhere..." she said, handing over the bag.

Lin gasped and glomped her mother tightly "Thank you mommy thank you!" Toph smiled then shocking heard something spill out of her daughter's mouth she'd said the second time in like the last few moments.

"I love you, mommy," Lin said, hugging her mother.

Toph's mouth agape but curled into a smile and hugged her tiny four year old back replying...

"I...Love you to Lin so much."

"Your the best mom ever."

Toph smiled she now knew that she was a good mother and hearing it from her own child she knew that the future was going to be great knowing she'd be the world's greatest mom in Lin's eyes...

Pema's Talk One-Shot

"Can I talk to you?"

Lin Bei Fong was in her office, trying to fill in the paperwork about the events that had taken place on the pro-bending arena the previous night. She had been so lost in her thoughts that the matter of locking her door hadn't even passed through her mind.

Looking up from one of the reports, she regretted not doing so.

"What would you have to talk to me?"

The bitterness in her tone made the woman at the door flinch, but she didn't leave.

The two brunettes stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Tenzin told me about last night."

Turning away from Pema and back to her work, Lin scoffed.

"Of course he did. He is your husband, isn't he?"

This time, the venom in her tone wasn't even masked and the younger woman clenched her fists, trying to control the anger rising in her chest.

"I'm trying to talk to you, can't you at least try and be civil, Lin?"

Pema's outburst was sudden and the Police Chief stood up, glaring at her, before bending her metal ropes to close the office door.

"It's Chief Bei Fong to you. Don't you forget that."

Despite the rude response, her tone was softer than before. Lin set back down, grabbing one of the reports and skimming through it as if there was no one else in the room with her.

Pema felt her annoyance subside. She had been expecting a much more violent reception than this, yet, the coldness she was receiving only served to make her feel guilty. Well, Lin had always been very good at getting what she wanted.

Unfortunately for her, though, so was Pema.

The Air Acolyte walked to the chair in front of the chief's desk and sat down, waiting for some reaction from the other woman.

"We used to have so much to say to each other, Lin." She lowered her caramel eyes to her intertwined hands. "What happened?"

There was a sharp sound as Lin's metal pen hit the desktop. She took her eyes from the paper she'd been signing and glared at the woman before her.

"Stop making yourself into the victim, Pema. We both know what you did." Her words were pure ice as she fixed the other with a sharp look. "Just because it's been a while, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It's not that I need him, I never did, but he was all had left."

She paused, pressuring her lips into a thin line.

"And you knew it."

Pema blinked, feeling herself diminish with such an accusation.

"You didn't love him, Lin. Tenzin was your punching bag, much more of a brother than a boyfriend. The only thing you did was hurt each other. You were turning him into a mess!" She took a deep breath, calming herself down, before bringing her eyes to meet Lin's. "You didn't love him, but I did."

The Chief shifted her gaze to the wall behind Pema, a remarkably still expression on her scarred face.

"That might be true, but it still didn't give you the right to do what you did."

The other made an exclamation of incredulity.

"I confessed my feelings for him! Nothing more, nothing less! I didn't force myself on him, I didn't seduce or steal him away from you." Pema scowled at Lin, crossing her arms over her chest. "You were already broken."

This seemed to do it, because Lin smashed a fist against her desk, startling the pregnant woman.

"Yes, we were broken! My mother had died, Lin, and you had been there! You knew what it had done to me and what it had done to my relationship with Tenzin. I had to take her position here, as Chief." She waved a hand to indicate the Police Quarters. "And that meant that I couldn't stay with him at the temple, that I couldn't be what he wanted me to be, a wife. My career and the safety of this city, the city my mother and his father helped built, were too important for me."

Lin closed her eyes, trying to suppress the memory of Toph and Aang.

"You had always been there, hadn't you? His first acolyte student, the little girl with brown eyes that had this admiration for Tenzin; an admiration that I, at first, didn't think about too much. You grew up with us, turned into my friend, and you still had the audacity to fall for him!"

Pema closed her eyes, trying to block out the effects of Lin's words.

"I didn't want to. I didn't mean for it to happen, but... The more time we spent, the more I realized how wrong the two of you were for each other. You were friends, almost siblings, not lovers. And the two of you knew that, in a way, but were too scared to do anything about it. Because of how much you had already lost, specially after Bumi and Kya left, you were afraid of losing each other too."

A bitter laugh came from Lin, as she watched Pema with disdain.

"And we did. We lost each other. Yet, Tenzin had you. I was alone."

They looked at each other for a second, before Pema reached across the desk and gripped Lin's hand.

"It's not too late, you know. He told me about last night, about your promise and how you agreed to let things go for a night in order to help securing the arena." The acolyte leaned closer to the desk, furrowing her brows in worry. "We are preoccupied about you. I don't know what Torlock might do after yesterday. He is a vile, greedy man, but, above it all, he likes to be the center of attention. If he thinks punishing you as an example will help his image, that is what he'll do."

Lin stared at Pema's grip at her hand, her jaw set as she heard what the other had to say.

"He won't dare to mess with me. I don't need yours, nor Tenzin's worry." And she pulled back her hand, spinning her chair so that she was looking out the window, instead of at Pema. "If you don't mind, I have much to do. And, if I heard correctly, Tenzin doesn't like when you exhaust yourself. It isn't good to do so in your condition."

The other frowned, looking down at her swollen belly before getting up. The woman bit back her usual retort to people's concern about her activities while carrying.

I'm not helpless, I'm just pregnant.

She hadn't talked to Lin in so long, almost twelve years, but it still felt so wrong to have to watch her words around an old friend. Pema knew it was her fault too, but it had been her happiness on the line as well. Sometimes, though, the woman wished she had dealt with the matter more carefully.

"Tenzin misses you. I wish I had done things differently, talked to you before going to him, because I miss my friend as well." She looked back at the chief, while holding the door open. "I remember the days we had each other's backs, how much fun we had, how much good we did. I wish we could get that back."

Pema sighed, a sad smile on her lips. She took a step, getting out of the office, when Lin turned to her, finally replying.

"I'll think about it."

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