TITLE: Air + Water + Fire Equals U tell me
SUMMARY: Six years has passed since the war. Aang and Katara are finally old enough to know what they want. Aang had always wanted Katara but does Katara want Aang? Or is she still waiting for someone else?
CATEGORY: Friendship / Family/ Hurt/Comfort/ Drama/ Romance/ Angst/ Tragedy/ Spiritual
RATING: T
PAIRINGS: All I'm saying is that it can either be Aang / Katara, Zuko/Katara or even Katara/OC. You just have to wait to find out. evil laugh
Author's Note: Thanks to Chaser of the Moon who put the term 'steam babies' into my head. That truly is whole reason of this story. I still haven't come up with a proper term for Katara/Aang babies. Air + Water
PROLOUG
Aang pushed back the door, and leaned against the wood. He wrapped his thin arms around his still thin stomach, in six years since the war ended the only thing he had grown was up. He was forever going to be thin. He still kept his head bald, and no facial hair; he was a monk after all. He was tall eighteen year old now, just an inch over six feet. He was pleased. He still was able to maintain his balance as he flew. Either with his glider or just jumping off overwhelming tall mountains.
He looked across the hallway, and saw that twenty year old, Katara, was sitting on the window seat. He just loved the side of her face, as she looked out of the window. He loved how the sun beams hit the right angles of her facial planes. He could stare at her all day. Happily there was no more war to fight; so he actually could.
He had loved this woman since the first moment he set his eyes on her. He loved how nonplussed she was when the first thing he asked her, would she go penguin sledding with him. He thought back to when they went to his temple and when he learned of his people's fate. He had so much feeling that he went into the Avatar state and would have exploded – if she hadn't reached out and gripped his arm. She had brought him back down to her; she just wrapped her arms around him, allowing him to break in his grief. If it hadn't been her than or any other time than he wouldn't still be alive.
He owed her life and his heart. She all ready had his heart. Did he have hers? At times he thought he did; but than she would pull away. He didn't understand females. No matter how old he was, eighteen or technically a hundred and eighteen, the female sex would be a complete mystery to him.
He had wanted to marry her when they still twelve and fourteen, one because he honestly figured that he would die in the war. He just wanted to know it felt to be in her arms, being inside her. Their hearts beating as one. But when she had turned him down on the night of the play; he understood her reasoning. They were after all just children; not ready for that intimate. They were not ready to be husband and wife. He didn't want to understand her confusion back than – hell he was only a twelve year old boy – with the whole world's fate in his hands after all. But after the war was over, once he was able to finally think of ordinary things, he understood her reasoning.
He had vowed to himself not to pressure her again about them. For six long years, he had fought against his desires, and heart, allowed her to figure things out for herself. No matter how much time it took, he would patiently wait for her.
Sokka had rented the house that they were currently living in. Toph had decided to go back to her home, try to work things out with her mother. She had been gone for two years now. But with the messages that they have been receiving, it looked like Toph was finally healing from her overprotective mother.
Zuko had returned to the fire lord's castle after his father's death. He was the crowned prince after all. In the six years since the war, Zuko had managed to bring the fire nation under a new peaceful reign. Whenever possible, Zuko came to visit them. But mostly they went to the castle.
Suki went back home, made sure that her fellow warriors were all in one piece. She had come back saying that she just missed being with her family. But they all knew that any time now, she and Sokka would become man and wife. Once Sokka decides to finally get the courage to ask her to be his. He was only twenty one after all – he had plenty of time.
When Sokka first rented the house, he decided that it was time to move on. Mainly to give Katara some alone time, where she could figure out her feelings. But Katara had insisted that he remained with them. That they were family – and family didn't abandoned family. Aang was relieved that she still felt this way - he had no where else to go.
Yes, he was the Avatar, welcomed anywhere in the world. But when it came down to whom he truly felt home with. It always boiled down to Sokka and Katara. They after all were the ones whom had found him in the ice burg. They were the first ones he saw after a hundred years of being frozen.
Katara turned her head, unblinking she stared straight into his eyes. Aang almost lost control and blurted out once more that he loved her. He wanted to rush over and take her in his arms. Never to let go. But he forced his body to remain still, not to break this spell that they were in. He would not do anything to make Katara afraid.
She broke the spell by lowering her eyes, as he knew she would. But he was content that it was her chose, and not something that he had done. He sighed and left the door frame. It was time to get about the business of living. He grabbed his glider and headed outside. He needed some serious air time to try to clear his head.
END OF PROLOUG
Author's Note: This was just to inform everyone where the gang were. Aang's point of view obviously sets the mood of the story. Well one side of the story at least. There are still to other sides to tell, Zuko's and of course Katara's. Like I said Katara can end up with either one of these young men, or someone who no one ever expected.