Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra. The rights to that belong to Nicklelodean and Michael Dante DiMartino and Byran Koneitzko. I only own the plot idea and this story.

Pairings: Makorra, Bosami, slight Masami and Borra.

Note: This story is loosely based off the Uncharted series, with Mako being the Nathan Drake whilst Korra is more of the Elena Fisher type. Bolin seems to be like Sully and Asami is more of the Chloe of the series. The Ignis Petra was made up by me, which is the reason...it is a crappy idea.

Ages:

Mako and Asami- 22.

Korra- 21.

Bolin- 20.

Summary: Mako is the world's most charming treasure hunter; he's got the looks, he's got the talent and the goofy sidekick (His younger brother Bolin). During a raid they encounter Korra, who seems to be Mako's equal and Asami, Korra's beautiful but deadly partner-in-crime. They seem to both be looking for the same treasure. To find it, they'll have to join forces and with the evil Amon on their tails, it isn't going to be pretty.

"Hey Mako, do you copy, over?"

A sigh could be heard as two fingers pressed against an earpiece, "Yeah, Bolin, I do."

"I didn't quite get that, over."

"I said I do here you."

"Repeat yourself by using the word over, over."

A young man of about twenty-two sighed, rolling his golden eyes in annoyance. Sweat dribbled down his pale skin and his short, black hair that defied gravity and stuck up in the fringe area was matted with sweat, "Bolin, I am not using that word?"

"What word, over?"

"I am not using the word over."

"There I heard it!"

The man groaned, shaking his head, "Damn it, Bolin." He muttered, "I'm here the place that was discribed in the note, the walls are beginning to look like his discriptions. I'll call you when it's all over."

"I heard it agai-"

The sentence didn't get to be finished as Mako had ripped the earpiece out and shoved it into his pocket. He sighed. His brother could really get on his nerves most of the time. He reached a wall and he noticed a rock jutting out and gripped it, swinging his foot up as he began climbing the wall. It was rather easy, he had the ability to scale walls like these effortlessly. He finished climbing and panted slightly. He took off his black jacket, glancing at the white shirt he wore, it sticking to his body, showing his muscle tone. He grabbed a red scarf that was around his neck and pulled it off, knowing it was way to warm to be wearing a scarf.

Mako continued on, tying the jacket around his waist. He then arrived at an opening. It was a beautiful room, with art sketched around the walls. It was rather nice to look at. Mako wasn't one for the pretty things but even he had to admit it was a good sight. He looked around the room, raising an eyebrow as he spotted something that definitely shouldn't be there.

"Uh..." Was all he could manage as he found himself staring a women his own age. She had long brown hair but it was worn in a high ponytail. Despite there being a few metres distance between them he could see her aquamarine eyes staring in his very-confused yellow ones. Her skin was dark but that wasn't the main thing he noticed about her.

What dear old Mako noticed,

Was the pistol she was aiming at him.

"Uh...um..." Mako's eyes widened as he stared at the gun she held.

A smirk was on her face, "Kinda far away from town, aren't ya, pretty boy?"

Pretty boy? Mako thought before raising his hands, "Listen, I'm not here to get into a-"

"The only reason anyone would come here would be for that." Her eyes flickered to a stand in the center of the room, where a wooden box lay on it, "And if you try saying another excuse, I'll happily blow your brains out." The smirk stayed on her lips, and Mako knew she wasn't bluffing.

He sighed, "Alright, no point in denying it, I'm here for that." He glanced at the box, "I'm assuming you are as well?"

"Yep." She responded, "Now get on your knees with your hands behind your head."

"This isn't the first time you've done this, huh?" Mako muttered as he went down on his kness, placing his gloved hands behind his head.

"Your pretty good at the guessing game." The smirk was beginning to annoy him right now. Well, everything about her was annoying him. He just sighed and watched her turn away to go towards the box.

Now that was the opportunity Mako could only dream of. He then smirked himself, knowing the girl forgot to check him for any sign of a gun. He whipped out the pistol he himself had and pointed it at her, "You may know how to act, but the most important rule is to always search the hostage."

The girl quickly whipped around, aiming at him as a stand-off erupted. Mako frowned, beginning to worry. He didn't want to shoot her but he didn't know what she was thinking about him.

"Let's start over...I'm Mako." He quitely said, not dropping his aim.

"Korra.." She replied, her hand steady and not shaking.

"Alright, Korra." Mako continued speaking low and slowly, "We clearly both want the same thing. Now why do you want it?"

She rolled her eyes, "It's one of the eight pieces of the map of the Ignis Petra. It's priceless and is also thought to be a myth. I don't believe it."

"What makes you so sure that the pieces exist?" Mako asked.

"Because I have one of them."

Mako nearly dropped the gun then and there. She had one? However did she gather the info to track down the location? He frowned at Korra, "So do I..."

He noticed her reaction. She didn't look suprised, but her eyes clearly showed it; shock, confusion and hesitation.

"You don't believe me, do you?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I don't." Korra sighed but lowered her gun and placed it back in it's holder. Mako raised an eyebrow but knew she wouldn't shoot him so he too, stowed his gun away, "Sorry about that." She crossed her arms, "I just don't usually run into people during a raid."

He dryly laughed, "Me too. Usually it's just like a walk in the park. I get in, find the treasure and get out." He glanced at the box, "So, why are you searching for the Ignis Petra?"

"I already said it was priceless. But a treasure that is made entirely of flames and lava just seems to pull my curiousity." Korra answered the question truthfully as she too, looked over at the box.

Mako sighed, "I do have a part of the map, but it isn't with me. It's back at the camp with my brother. How about you come back with me and we can compare the pieces just to see if they look alike in anyway?" He calmly asked, but in reality he was freaking out.

"Promise not to jump me?" Korra asked him.

The corner of Mako's mouth twitched upwards, "I promise not to."

"Well, alright then, Pretty Boy. Lead the way."

"And have my back to you? Dream on." Mako tiny smile instantly disappeared, "Side by side?"

"Deal." Korra agreed.

They both looked at eachother, and then at the box. They looked back and both charged towards the stand.

If it were something physical like arm-wrestling or a fight, Mako would have the upper-hand, but Korra was smaller than him and seemed to be agile as she rushed forward at a faster pace then him. She reached the box first and grabbed it, "Don't worry, I won't run away from ya." She smiled at him.

Mako rolled his eyes, "Just c'mon already." He turned towards the opening, walking towards it with Korra by his side. He thought one thing though, The minute Bolin sees her, he's gonna freak...

As Mako walked with Korra down the temple, he noticed an oddly comfortable silence between them. As if neither of them had any problems with eachother. At one point, Korra walked slightly ahead of him and his eyes scanned down her back to something in the southern region. As he caught a glimpse of her behind his golden eyes quickly moved ahead and a large blush erupted onto his cheeks.

It may have been comfortable for Korra, but right now it was very very embarrassing for Mako. He groaned mentally. Even though it was awkward for him, he still kept a guard up around her, knowing she could pull her gun out at any moment.

They then reached a part where they would have to jump a few metres to the other side. Failure to do so would result in falling to your death. He looked at Korra, "Erm...this might be kinda hard for you. We could go back the other way if you..." He stopped as he watched Korra take a few steps back and run forward, easily making the jump, "...want..." He gaped.

Korra smirked, crossing her arms, "You coming, Pretty Boy?"

"Okay, first off; stop calling me that!" Mako growled slightly, "And second off, I was just trying to be nice." He sighed, taking a few steps back and rushing forward, feet leaving the ground as he jumped. He landed on the other side, but tripped over, not landing as graceless as Korra did.

The women laughed, "Smooth move."

Mako got up, dusting himself. He noticed his scarf on the floor and grabbed it, wrapping it around him, "Just keep walking." He huffed, annoyed as he continued on.

Soon, they both saw light and they were soon out of the temple.

Mako sighed, "Alright, our camps that way." He pointed to his right, where Korra noticed numerous trees and smoke in the air, assuming a fire was planted, "Follow me." Mako headed off, not bothering to walk alongside her.

As she followed, Korra thought over Mako. He was definitley not someone she would be friends with but he had some positive qualites; like the fact he didn't shoot her. She glanced at him as she moved beside him, particulary the chest region. The shirt he wore clung to him and she could make out his muscle tone, which was very nice. She smirked lightly but then shook her head, Urgh! Focus, Korra! He could shoot you at any second!

They walked silently for half an hour, occasionally crossing a river or climbing a high wall (Something which Korra seemed to do better than Mako, leaving him irritated) before arriving at a custom-made camp.

"Bolin? Bo?" Mako walked around the camp, calling out land for his brother. He frowned, "Where is he?" He muttered before feeling something cold press against the back of his head. He sighed, "Gee, thanks a lot, Korra." He turned around to see the women but blinked as he saw someone entirely different.

It was a woman. A rather beautiful woman with long black hair and cute green eyes. She had a smirk on her face (Next time he saw one, he was choking whoever was smirking to death) as she pointed a gun at his head. He gulped, "Not again..."

The pretty lady turned back to Korra, "You got taken hostage, Korra? Really?"

"Asami, wait! He's a good guy!" Korra rushed forward, shoving Mako back. He fell flat on his back, groaning in pain, "Really. You can trust him! He has a piece of the map!"

Asami paused, lowering her weapon, "You do?" She turned to Mako, "Funny, a guy that looked kinda like you told me he had a piece as well."

Mako frowned, "What did you do with my brother?"

"Tied him to that tree over there..." She glanced over and Mako and Korra did to.

Tied to a tree, was a boy in his early twenties with short black hair styled in a duck-tail and big green eyes, "Mako!" He shouted, seeing his brother, "Don't trust that lady!"

"I gotta got that point, bro.." Mako sat up, sighing, "Bolin, Korra, Korra, Bolin."

Bolin's jaw dropped, "What?! You befriended one of them?"

"Not really.." Mako sighed, "But she's a good guy." He then heard another click and turned to look and his eyes widened as he saw Korra pointing her gun at him.

"Guess I kinda changed." She smirked, "Now give me the map and I won't cripple ya."

"I won't tell you anything.." Mako glared at her.

"In the orange bag, the wooden box!" Bolin then exclaimed.

"Bolin!" Mako groaned, "Why did you tell them?"

"I wanna walk, Mako!"

Asami grabbed the bag and opened it up, pulling out the box, "Looks like he's telling the truth." She opened the box, smirking at the piece of paper that resembled her own one, "Perfect."

Korra sighed, grabbing some rope and binded Mako's hands and legs together so he wouldn't be able to move, "Thanks for the map, Pretty Boy." She turned and left with Asami.

The last thing she could hear before out of ear-shot was, "STOP CALLING ME THAT!"