A.N.: Yes I know I'm starting another ZukoxOC fanfic without finishing the first one, but I just had this awesome idea after only finding 4 – or was it 5?- fics where Zuko is transported to our world and has to enlist the help of some cooky teenage girl. There is just too few of those out there (obviously) and it makes my heart cry a little.

So I decide to write my own! Yay me!

Chapter One

Twinkie Ninja

CRASH!

My hands flew from the keyboard, almost slapping me in the face on the way up as I jumped at the loud noise. Yes, I do keep my head that close to said keyboard on account of my bad typing skills.

'What in the hell was that?.. and why did it sound like it came from the kitchen,' I wonder as I look down at the golden lab at my feet. His ears were up and his furry face was turned towards me, the look he gave me seemed to say "What? You expect me to go out there and bark my head off? Nu hu, your on your own woman." As if to finalize this look he got up and scooted under the futon, so that only his blond butt was sticking out.

"Coward," I hissed.

He only wagged his tail.

'Guess I'll have to take care of this intruder myself,' I think sarcastically while grabbing the crow bar situated between the desk and the bookshelf. I keep it there for certain situations like this. Not that stuff like people breaking into my apartment happens all the time or anything, but hell! I live in the city, what do you expect? I rush toward the doorway only to be sharply pulled back. "OW! Oh, right. Headphones," I say sheepishly, and remove the bulky items from my head. The dog peeks from underneath his hiding place, casting me a "Your an idiot" look before retreating back under the blue cushions.

I quickly, but not so quietly, rush out of the office/studio/guest room, running into the door frame and various other items strewn out around the apartment before squishing myself against the wall leading to the kitchen's entrance. Yes, I'm well aware that I'm not that graceful. I held my breath, trying to listen to whatever the bastard was doing. The thought of some tall, lanky guy in a ninja outfit rummaging through my cabinets searching for twinkies ran through my mind's eye. I gasped; I hadn't even opened the box yet and here was some Twinkie Ninja here to still my moist, cream filled pound cakes of deliciousness! I shook my head, clearing out the random (and horrifying) thoughts. I froze as I suddenly heard a moan and the clink of glass.

Wait, glass? I eye widened once again in horror; my china cabinet! My eyes narrow; first my twinkies, now my china sets? This guy's gone too far. I reach around the wall and easily find the switch, turning on the bright lights with a flick of a finger before jumping into the room, holding up my metal bar poised to strike. "Ok you china breaking, twinkie stealing ninja-!," I stop my ranting and raving as I take in the sight laid out before me:

A black haired boy looked up at me through squinting eyes from his spot on the floor, a hand raised as if to deflect the sharp light. Ok, 'boy' wasn't really the right term, more like 'young man'; he look around my age, probably eighteen or nineteen years old. He was dressed in some long green robes that looked very much Asian-ish. 'Well I guess that makes since; he looks Asian after all,' I thought with my mouth quirked to the side. I had long since lowered my weapon; the guy just looked so... odd? I furrowed my brow, not really being able to place my finger on the right word that was keeping me from bashing his brains in. I looked around him, glass, colorful porcelain and polished wood lay around him in shambles. There were a few drops of blood as well, which, not surprisingly, made me smile a little on the inside.

What? Well it serves him right for screwing my kitchen up!

Suddenly he drew my gaze away from the once clean white tiles of the floor as he rose to his full height, which naturally rivaled my own. Yeah, I'm not exactly short here, 5'8 to be exact. He blinked, his mouth opened and closed a few times like he didn't know what to say. I raised one eyebrow in waiting while noticing what looked to be a burn covering his left eye under his shaggy hair. If it was possible, my eyebrow arced a little higher.

"W-w-here am I," he finally blurted out. "And who are you?" The last part made me scowl at the demanding tone he took.

"Did you, like, lose your way from an anime convention or something, dude?" Now why the hell did I say that? Oh yeah; Asian-ish. He just gave me a confused look.

Ok, maybe not.

He shook his head, frustration clear in his voice. "Look, I don't know what an 'anime convention' is, I just want to know where I am!"

My eyes go a little wide as I spread out my arms, looking around the room. "Uh, what's it look like," I said in the most obvious tone. I motion to my splinters of wood up against the wall. "And what the hell did you do to my china cabinet!'' I didn't have to ask, I knew damn well what he did.

"I just... kind of fell on it," he mummers, scratching the back of his as if he wasn't sure how he managed to destroy a six foot self of wood, metal and glass. And they call me clumsy.

I fold my arms in front of me. "Whatcha do, get a running start and jump?"

He glared at me, so I glared back. He sighed, his hand dropping to his side. "Look I'm sorry, alright. I don't know how I got here; one minute I'm in my uncle's tea shop, the next I'm crashing into your... whatever it is again."

I sighed as well; I had to admit, this guy looked pretty damn convincing, with the face and eyes all sad looking and lost... Ugh! I could feel my gentle side starting to peek out.' Maybe his convention buddies and him had way too much pocky and they just dumped him here as a practical joke? No wait, he said he didn't know what an anime con was...' I could tell my face was reacting to my thoughts when my 'guest' asked, "Uh, are you alright?"

I looked up, shaking my head and thus the random thoughts from my mind for the second time that night. "OK," I said, ignoring his question. "What part of town are you from? I'll just drop you off at your place or something." I knew I should be hitting him up for money for the damages he cause, but I decide to hold back on that conversation... for now.

"I live in the Lower Ring," he replied.

I blinked. Ooook then. ''So is that like, down town or something?"

"Uh," he looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck before he looked back up at me. "Yes?"

"Yes as in yes, or yes as in maybe?"

"...Uh..."

Well damn. I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Ok, come here," I say walking back into the living room and over to the huge balcony windows covered with an equally large and heavy curtain. I pull back the drapes, revealing the night life that was Raleigh. "Does anything look familiar, anything? Any hotel, office building, or billboard maybe...?" I trail off, gazing out at the dozens of lights that littered the surrounding towers of concrete, lighting up what-would-be dark places. I turn around to see his reaction, but it wasn't the one I was expecting. Instead of recognition, I got the exact opposite and then some; fear.

"This isn't Ba Sing Se," his voice was barely above a whisper, reflecting the same thing I saw in his face.

"Ok, so let me recap everything you've told me." I'm pacing back and forth, and I know I must be making this guy, what was his name again? Zuko?

Anyways, I knew I was making him nervous, but I just sat still through an hour long brief of this Asian kid's 'world'. "You're from this place where people can control the elements; earth, air, water, and fire?" He nods once, so I continue. "And there is a nation that is dedicated to each element, and your the prince of the, what did you say, Fire Nation?" He nods again.

"And there's this one dude called the Avatar, that can control all four of the elements. Something no one else can do?"

Nod.

"And you were on this uber long quest to find said Avatar and bring him to daddy so you could be, I guess un-banished?"

Scowl. Nod.

"But, then your sister -who sounds like a grade A bitch by the way- tricks you and now your a runaway fugitive from your Nation and this Earth Nation, ...Kingdom, ...thing."

Nod.

"So you and your uncle run away to this place called, Boo Sang See?"

"Ba Sing Se." Did I hear an edge of irritation there?

"Yeah, whatever it's called. Now you and your uncle are working at a tea shop?"

Sigh. I'll take that as an equivalent to a nod.

"And my favorite part; you can control fire," I say the last part carefully, sitting down in the chair across from the sofa. Zuko tiredly puts his head in his hands.

Silence.

"Yeah, I don't believe you."

He jerks his head up. "What!" I wince as he yells. "Sorry man, it's not like there's much from me to go on here. I mean, as far as I know, your some crazy wack job that's escaped from the funny farm or something." He narrows his eyes at me. I a raise a hand in my defense," Hey, don't take it too personal buddy. I mean, what if I crashed in your home and started tell you all the stuff you've told me? Would you believe me?"

He throws his hands out. "Yes!"

I grimace. "Yeah, I guess you would, considering...," I mumble under my breath. Zuko drops his head back into his hands with a tired groan. I shrug. "Look unless you can come up with some kind of proof or something to show me that your not totally choo choo for coco puffs-"

"Like what," he interrupts. ''I've told you all I can! What more can I do?"

I blink. "Oh, I don't know, show me some of this bending stuff you were talking ab-."

"That's it," he interrupts again, jumping to his feet. I give him a dirty look for getting in between me and my ability to make words for the second time. "I'll firebend for you." He sounds determined, and a part of me feels a little afraid of him. Why the hell didn't I just call the cops? 'Oh well, too late the crawl back down that tunnel girly,' I think as I sweep a hand forward, giving him the floor.

He steps back and faces the wall so that my eyes train on his right side. He breaths in, then out before taking a stance. The next thing I know, I'm thanking my lucky stars for high ceilings as Zuko punches the air, orange flames driving from his fists. He kicks, sending more flames dancing into the open. Every move he makes sends more of those fiery tongues everywhere. The more I watch his dance, and the more the fire roars from him, the more entranced I become. Who was the guy really? What was he? He leaps into the air one last time, a whip of fire following the curve of his foot, before he lands on both feet facing me, exhaling and bring his palms downward. He looks up at me, and that's when I really get a good look at his face, and those eyes; gold. Unnaturally golden orbs stare back at me. He smirks, and it's then that I notice my mouth is hanging agape, and my own hazel eyes are as round as saucers.

"So, is that proof enough," he asks, the smirk on his face evident in his voice.

I quirk my mouth to the side, taking a moment to blink a few times.

"Yup."

A.N.: Ok, so chaya. There you have it, the beginning to an awfully humorous, adventurous and possibly romantic fic.

Wootness.

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