A/N: These six drabbles are from a shuffle challenge over katara underscore zuko at LJ. I would encourage all of you to do this as it's an excellent exercise in writing. Just put your ipod or music player on 'shuffle' and write drabbles for the first 5-10 songs.

Note: THESE ARE NOT SONG-FICS. They are merely drabbles based on the song titles.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, only my words. Please don't steal either.

My Playlist:

"We're Not Going to Make It" PotUSA

"Hello My Treacherous Friends" Ok Go

"You Make Me Feel So Young" Frank Sinatra

"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" AC/DC

"Burnout" Green Day

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love" Queen

I'm starting with "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" because it's my favorite! I really like how it turned out. Enjoy and if you have time, please review! It honestly makes my day!

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love (rated G)

A/N: This one had to be short pointless fluff. grins

"How did this happen anyway?" Zuko questioned. He and Katara sat in front of the fire in one of the large studies of the Fire Nation palace. They had picked one at random, hoping it would take longer for their companions to find them.

"How did what happen? Do you mean Aang saving the world, your uncle becoming Fire Lord, and everyone escaping the final battle with no more than a few burns? Because we pretty much planned all that."

"No, I meant us. How did we happen?"

Katara snuggled closer into his arms. "I think it was your sparkling personality and unyielding faith to the Avatar from the beginning; not to mention your flawless good looks."

Zuko laughed and Katara gave him a loving smile, "there, that's why."

He looked down at her, a smile still lighting his face wonderfully. "What? What was 'that'?"

"When ever you laughed or smiled, it gave me hope. I knew that as long as you could find something to smile about then there had to be something in the world worth fighting for."

Zuko put his hand to Katara's cheek and tilted her head up slightly before placing a sound kiss on her lips.

"It was you Katara. It was always you. You're the only reason I ever had to smile or laugh. We fought for you."

He kissed her passionately, wiping away tears that she hadn't realized she'd been shedding.

Then, Iroh smiled broadly and closed the door. He ordered guards to not allow anyone near that particular wing of the palace for the rest of the night.

Zuko had been right. They all fought for her; for all the children without mothers, the warriors fighting for their freedom, the women and children waiting for their families to come home, the teenagers looking for love, and all the people of the four nations who just wanted to live in peace. They fought for her—and they won.