This will story will be a collection of one-shots and drabbles about Korra and Tenzin, their bond, their friendship, Korra's head strong personality, and how she is different than Aang...please let me know what you think, and send me prompts for other chapters, I would love to continue writing about these characters!

He sees Aang in her, sometimes.

In many ways she is the complete opposite of his father-wild and rebellious and angry, but when she is quiet...

Sometimes, at night, he catches her standing by her window, staring out over the water. She is calm and peaceful, the wind hums to her, tugging at bits of her hair, ruffling her clothes. She cannot hear the wind yet, she is not an airbender, but he can. She turns to look at him, not with blue eyes that burn, as hers so often do. Her eyes are as calm and cool as the rippling lake outside, and in the starlight, they appear almost faded.

He sees Aang in her eyes, in that gentle look of affection, in the slight twitch of her lips when she almost smiles, in that careless way she leans against the windowsill.

His throat tightens, and it takes him a moment before he can find his voice. "What are you doing up, Korra?"

"I was just thinking." And then the image of Aang is gone, and she is Korra again, scared, defensive, seventeen year old Korra.

He walks over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. It is a relief when she does not push hum away. "I'm always here if you need to talk, Korra." He says, the same thing his father had said to him, so many years ago.

The wind hisses at him as it leaves her mouth in a small sound that might have been a laugh or a sob he was not sure. She looks away quickly, back over the water, and he can see that she is calming herself, her pride not allowing the tears to fall. "Thank you, Tenzin," her tone is soft, genuine, but the words are clearly a dismal.

He hesitates. He does not want to leave her here alone, where her nightmares torment her, where she has only the soft lapping of the water to comfort her.

But she is Korra, and she is independent and prideful and headstrong, and right now, he knows she wants to be alone.

So he dips his head, and backs away. "Goodnight, Korra."

When she speaks, her voice sounds so much like his fathers that he almost stops. "Goodnight, Tenzin."

As he walks away from Korra bedroom, a single tear slips down his cheek.

And this time, he's crying for both Aang and Korra. Aang, because he knows his father would know what to do in this situation, and sometimes he misses him so much it aches, and Korra, because she is so young, so lost in the world, and she won't let him guide her home.

Korra is not Aang. She is herself, wild and angry and full of fire. But sometimes, just sometimes, Tenzin sees his father in the young Avatar, and he's not sure if it makes him want to laugh or cry.