This was going to be added to 'A Swift Kick To the Rear' as an one-shot but it's becoming a short story instead and I did not want to add it to that. So, this idea came from Kaoupa and I made sure to ask before I continued to make it a short story. I am not going to try and rehash out Book 3 with Aang being alive. There will be a few things that are similar but I am trying to also make it come out as if Aang had to deal with the rebuilding the Air Nation. My goal is six chapters with about 1,500 words each, maybe more but it's not going to be long like 'Fallout' or 'Impasse Terre.'

Oh, and it has been such a long time since I last wrote Aang in anything. I apologize ahead of time if he seems too OOCly. Enjoy.

He had seen many things during his life time but during his eighty-four years of life, he never thought that the return of airbenders after Harmonic Convergence would happen. The astrological moment went by without too many problems. Avatar Aang had to deal with the Chief of the Water Tribes. Chief Unalaq tried to fool the old Avatar with opening the Spirit Portals, but the airbender knew better than to allow the spirit and human worlds merge. The result ended with an independent Southern Water Tribe led by Unalaq's older brother, a disgruntled Northern Chief and later after Harmonic Convergence, two temporarily opened portals. After the Northern Water Tribe army left the Northern Portal, Aang closed them again in fear of spirits and humans fighting.

Now the Avatar was about to begin a trip to the Earth Kingdom capital to aid his two sons in finding the new airbenders that were the result of the astrological event. Tenzin and Bumi would lead the efforts in the western part of the kingdom as well as the United Republic. He would look for them as he headed north to Ba Sing Se.

As he was saying farewell to his wife, a noise came from the saddle of his recently found bison. Cakes (named by Sokka years before because of the bison's love of any kind of cake) looked slightly disturbed as a stowaway sneezed. The old airbender went to the saddle, only to find that the oldest child of the Southern Tribe Chief had packed a bag and tried to hide. She was dressed in Southern Water Tribe warrior armor and had a few weapons with her. Unfortunately for the waterbender, Korra found that she was allergic to the bison. The eighteen year old was attempting to join the Avatar on his mission.

"Princess Korra," Aang laughed at finding her, "Why are you hiding on Cakes?"

After wiping her nose, she responded with a wide grin, "I want to see the world. If I am supposed to become Chief after my father, then I should see the world to better understand it. Besides, you might need a healer. I happen to be a great healer; third best in the tribe after Master Katara and my mother."

He could not argue with her logic. The young waterbender was a natural leader and after relenting on her stubborn nature, became a master in healing after becoming a student under Katara's tutelage. Fighting came after Korra realized that pain had been her teacher at first. Under her father's and Chief Sokka's tutelage, she and her two younger brothers learned about to fight with clubs, spears and a boomerang. She had to convince the old Chief to let her join his weapons training and later convinced her parents that she needed to learn this as well as waterbending.

"And I don't want to be called princess, Avatar Aang," her demeanor changed slightly to a serious tone, "Princesses are all fancy with their properness. My little sister is the definition of Princess."

Aang laughed as she then smiled, "And you are far from proper?"

"Yep. Everyone has to deal with it too. My siblings can be proper for me."

Then she sneezed again. Korra muttered something about a long trip. A long trip it would be.

Other than having to deal with sneezing, Aang soon found out that Korra had a bit of a playful, yet rough side to her. They would take breaks in towns along the way. The Avatar often pushed the young waterbender to experience the towns in different ways, stating that she had to know more about the Earth Kingdom than just trying to challenge them to fights in the streets.

The young waterbender learned that the Avatar could easily whip her around in his old age and then brewed them tea to talk it over. Perhaps she deserved it some. A lot. He said it was all in good fun so she did not argue with him.

When it came to entertaining the children with his airbending, he found that the young waterbender tried to copy him with her natural element. They pushed each other in a well-mannered and humorous way even if Korra took everything in as a competition.

She even tried to copy his marble trick with the Aang Rolls from one dealer by bending what water was left in the rice. The few people cheered as they tried to race a roll between hoops and back to a finish line which was their mouths. The waterbender lost because she realized there was no fish in them and spat it out.

"Can we go to Republic City?" Korra leaned over the saddle, "I want to see the pro-bending matches. I've never seen one."

The Avatar laughed softly before turning to face her, "Let me guess; you want to challenge one of them?"

"Well, yeah," she let one of her arms drop, "I want to see firsthand if this new kind of bending is worth the time to learn or not. Sokka and Master Katara said that you found a teacher in some kind of pro-fighting thing."

"Finding Toph was meant to be. It was only by coincidence that she was in a professional fighting club." He looked back at her again with a smile, "Not everything is solved by fighting, Korra. Sometimes the best outcomes come by talking it out."

"Like the Water Tribe Civil War?" she rolled her eyes as she commented with sarcasm.

"Your uncle had some problematic plans in mind and did not listen to reason. I only fought him and his army because they would not return home."

"Hey," she pointed, "I fought in it too!"

"Yes, all of your training and beating your younger brothers finally paid off."

She grinned proudly.

"But you do not have to wear your warrior wolf armor all the time." Aang laughed, "You can take it off."

"Oh no," she added, "I glued all of this on. It is never coming off."

He shook his head. The young woman had spent too much time with his late brother-in-law.

Aang was finishing up with paying for supplies when he heard a ruckus behind him. The young waterbender had been thrown into a stack of boxes. He was about to lecture Korra again about causing trouble when he heard a few trouble seeking villagers harass her about being an outsider. Then he saw her grin. It told him that she about to do something brash. Then she stood with her arms up slightly as if she was waiting for them to attack again. The Avatar had to step in.

"Enough," his voice filled the market, causing a few of the people to step away, "Come Korra. We have overstayed our welcome here."

He then handed her the heavy basket of food. She grunted in protest before trying to defend herself.

"I didn't start this one, Aang. I swear on my father's post."

"Korra."

"They attacked after I tried sticking to your advice of walking away and-"

"Korra," he interrupted after they left the town, "I know. I heard what they were saying. I am not mad at you. In the few weeks that you have travelled with me, you have become better with being patient with others. Your tribe would be proud."

She stopped, letting her arms hang. The waterbender still held onto the basket, but only by her fingertips.

"Then why did you look disappointed?" her voice was filled with hurt.

Aang looked down for a moment before rubbing his chin, "I was disappointed that there is still lingering prejudice between people. This was more common after the Hundred Year War but I see that it has not completely gone away."

She hated when the Avatar would take some time (several hours sometimes) to meditate. At first she tried it but it was boring. Then she tried cranking on the radio in hopes of contacting the Avatar's airbending sons. Either Aang did not care about the radio or was he was just as clueless about them, she could not tell.

Korra reread the directions out loud.

"Crank the battery to power up the radio, check. Switch to chosen radio frequency; it is on channel 4 so check. Why aren't they picking up then?" she muttered with dissatisfaction, "Councilman Tenzin? General Bumi? …Master Arrowhead?"

"Korra," the radio finally responded, "Do not call me Master Arrowhead."

She silently cheered before answering, "Finally you respond. What's taking you so long, Tenzin?"

"It's Councilman Tenzin to you," then the radio paused as she caught a bit of an argument between him and Bumi, "Is my father around?"

Korra looked over towards the meditating man. She sighed before responding, "He's here but he's meditating."

There was another long pause before the airbender spoke again, "Can you inform Avatar Aang that we will meet him in Ba Sing Se in a few days? We haven't been able to convince any of the new airbenders to join us."

"That's because Little Brother Tenzin doesn-"

The radio went dead before Bumi could finish. Korra was safe to assume that it was shut off on their end. Soon they would be in Ba Sing Se.