Authors Note: Thank you very much for joining us on this wonderful adventure that is my fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you'll have as much fun readin it as I did writing it. Hang in there while I post the chapters, I'll try to make it weekly but of something comes up I'll post it ASAP. Enjow :)

Emilia was an average teenager, always doing what teenagers did. She got up, went to school, talked about TV with her friends. Her recent obsession was over a certain TV show that she was in the midst of completing for the third time; Avatar: The Last Airbender. She watched it from the moment it first came out to when it ended a few years ago, but now she was just rewatching it out of boredom. Her friends all swore she was obsessed but she just saw it as being dedicated.

"Honestly Emi, we need to find you a boyfriend who isn't your Zuko poster," one of Emilia's friends laughed. Emilia laughed with them but it was short lived. She knew it was true but there was no way anyone at her school would go for a girl like her. She was way too much of a nerd and with how much she talked about some fake character in a TV show they'd probably dump her the second they started dating. Emilia didn't let things like that bother her though. She knew that someday she'd find someone who didn't care about her obsession.

The second Emilia got home she went to her room and popped in her Avatar DVD. She was almost at the end and was hoping for no interruptions from her family. They had been bothering her for the last few days and now she just wanted to sit in her room and watch her show for the umpteen-millionth time. It was around this time that Emilia smelled something burning in what she assumed was the kitchen.

"Mom! You're burning something!" Emilia shouted, not wanting to leave her show. It was one of those all Zuko episodes she loved so much. When the smell of smoke didn't leave Emilia called for her mother again but still nothing changed. Assuming her mom was asleep or left the house for something, Emilia paused her DVD and proceeded to the kitchen where she assumed it was all coming from. Something was burning alright, but it wasn't dinner. The whole kitchen was on fire! Emilia ran into the kitchen and covered her mouth to try and find where it was coming from and kill its source. She wasn't having much luck so she decided to just go to the sink and get some water. She threw the water on the flame the best she could, unaware that the smoke alarms had finally decided to start working.

"Everyone, out of the ship!" A voice called. Emilia growled, thinking her DVD player had decided to start playing again. She decided that the fire was too much and she would just have to call 911. She went to exit her kitchen but she wasn't met with her pastel colored living room. Instead the teen was met with what looked like the inside of an iron ship. She became even more confused when people who looked like Fire Nation soldiers started passing in front of her in the long corridor. Where was she? She decided to fallow them and try to decipher what was going on when she was grabbed from behind and drug out of the ship.

"Zhao, we found this one in the burning ship," the person holding Emilia said. Wait, Zhao? As in commander Zhao of the Fire Nation? Emilia looked up to be met with the face of one of her least favorite characters from that show.

"So, a stow away huh?" Zhao said. "Take her to my new ship and throw her in a cell." The men do as they were told and throw Emilia in a cold metal cell.

Emilia was there for what felt like hours. She kept trying to tell herself it was all just a dream; that she inhaled too much smoke and is currently passed out on her kitchen floor. One of the neighbors will see the smoke eventually and call for help then she'll be okay. She'll wake up in a hospital surrounded by her family and concerned doctors.

A set of footsteps snapped her out of her trance and made her go to the edge of the cell. She looked out the bars on the door and saw what looked like two people coming her way. As they got closer their voice became clearer.

"I know how to stay hidden uncle," the first voice said. "I just have to do it until we get to the North Pole, then I can capture the Avatar."

"I just want to make sure you know the risks of hiding on Zhao's ship," the second replied. Emilia knew these people and a cheeky grin came to her face. This was gonna be one nice dream.

"Hey! You guys!" Emilia called through the grates. "Yea you, can you please open this door? Zhao put me in here and I'd enjoy giving him an ass whooping." Zuko was the first to look at her, his angry scowl plastered to his face. Emilia bit her lip at how attractive she thought he was, hoping he couldn't see. While his nephew stared, Iroh made sure the coast was clear so he could unlock the door. When Emilia stepped out the two fire benders looked at her strangely. Emilia looked at herself and instantly knew why. Usually in her dreams her clothes would change but this time they decided not to. She was still in her blue jeans and a t-shirt with the fire nation symbol on it. She must have looked a sight.

"Thanks, I'm Emilia by the way," she said, trying to get the dream to progress before she woke up. "You can call me Emi though."

"We don't have time for introductions, we're busy," Zuko said and turned to walk away. Whoa, back up; usually in her dreams Zuko fell head over heels for her in no time at all. Now he was blowing her off? She must be in one deep sleep if he doesn't like her yet.

"Where did you get those strange clothes?" Iroh asked her, ignoring his nephews want to leave her where she stood.

"Um . . . home?" Emilia said with a coy smile. Iroh chuckled and Zuko scowled.

"Where are you from, Emi?" Iroh asked.

"Uncle, leave her alone. She probably works for Zhao and is trying to trick us."

"Oh please, I hate him more than I hate my older brother," Emilia said, crossing her arms.

"There you see, she's just a prisoner on this ship," Iroh said. "But seriously, where are you from young one? I would assume fire nation, but I could be wrong." Emilia didn't know what to say, nothing like this ever happened in her dreams before. Everything always went her way but now it was like she really had to make up some dumb story for herself. Iroh was looking at her rather dumbfounded by this time and Zuko was looking at her too.

"Well, I'm not really from anywhere," Emilia said, not knowing what else to say.

"Ah, so you're a traveler," Iroh confirmed. Emilia nodded her head and put her hands in her pockets. Zuko rolled his eyes and continued on his way, while Iroh offered her to come back to his quarters and have a cup of tea. Emilia had always wondered what the tea they talked about tasted like and she had never really tasted it in her dreams.

After spending time with Iroh and the pouty prince Emilia was beginning to wonder what was going on back home? Was she okay or had the smoke inhalation killed her? She was beginning to worry that it was the latter seeing as how everything was so vivid. She refused to let on that something was wrong; she didn't want things to take a turn for the worse. The last thing she needed was things going wrong inside her head and ending up having a heart attack or something. That was the last thing she wanted right now.

"You appear to have something on your mind," Iroh said. Emilia had forgotten she was in someone's presence for a moment and jumped when she heard the old man's voice. His kinda face seemed so real, it was hard to keep telling herself she was just dreaming.

"I'm just thinking about my family, I haven't seen any of them since this morning," Emilia said honestly. No one was ever home when she arrived back from school and she had been watching TV for a few hours before spoke even began pouring out of the kitchen. She wondered if she would ever even see them again. No, she had to be positive. The worst that could happen was she was in a coma and the doctors were pumping her with incline in an attempt to wake her up. "I didn't even say good-bye. Just ran out the door."

It was late now and Iroh had offered Emilia a place to sleep for the night, much to Zuko's dislike. She told him it was okay but he insisted, saying it would be easier for her to hide from Zhao if she stayed somewhere he would never think to look. As the two fire bender's drifted off to sleep Emilia sat up and looked out the little window in the cabin. Usually in a dream if she went to sleep it meant she was waking up. This dream kept getting more and more strange. Oh well, if it was time to wake up then it was time to wake up.

As opposed to what Emilia thought she would wake up to, she was awoken by some very loud snoring. She figured it was her dad sleeping in the chair by her hospital bed, but she found that she was still in the ship. She sat up rather quickly and looked outside. The sun was just beginning to rise over the iceberg infested waters that surrounded them. Emilia could feel her heart pounding in her chest and hear it thumping in her ears. What the hell was going on? She was scared and angry, something she wasn't used to feeling at the same time. She backed away from the window and examined herself the best she could. She was wearing the same clothes she had gone to school in; her hair was still the same carmelly blond color it was when she was born; her skin was still pale; from the reflection she had gotten from the blade decorating the wall, her eyes were still a vivid green. Everything was the same as when she had passed out on the kitchen floor and yet she was in the Avatar world. Emilia brought her hands up to her face and ran her nails over the flesh before slapping herself several times in an attempt to wake her up.

"What are you doing?" a tired voice asked. Emilia jerked her head around to see Zuko looking at her with tired eyes. Emilia was shaking; she didn't know what to do or what to tell him. No matter what she did he would think she was completely mental and probably give her to Zhao. She didn't know what kind of monster Zhao could be when her brain wouldn't let her wake up.

"I . . . I . . ." She had no idea what to say. Zuko rolled his eyes and crawled out of his bed to give her a closer inspection. Her face was all red from where she slapped herself and her left cheek was developing a bruise. What a stupid woman.

"Are you out of your mind, why are you hitting yourself?" Zuko questioned, his voice irritated. He didn't even know why he was bothering with this girl, what he really needed to worry about was staying hidden and getting some rest for when the ship landed at the North Pole.

Emilia didn't know what to tell him. Was she supposed to say she was dreaming and she was having a miniature panic attack because she hadn't woken up yet? Emilia shook her head and slapped her hands on either of her head, digging her nails in a little bit. Zuko watched as the woman before him continued to freak out. He had never dealt with a woman like this before; he didn't know what was wrong with her. All he could do was assume she wasn't feeling well and she needed some medical attention. Since that wasn't really an option Zuko did the next best this; wake his uncle.

Iroh groggily woke up from his nephew shaking his shoulder and rubbed his eyes. He questioned what he wanted and all Zuko could do was gesture towards Emilia. She was still sitting on the ground, her head in her hands and her body shaking like a leaf. From the sounds she was making she must have started crying too. Iroh got out of his bed and crawled over to the crying girl and placed a calm hand on her shoulder.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing staining her face with such tears?" Iroh asked, making Emilia look at him. What was she going to do, tell him the truth? Hell no, that was completely out of the question. She started breathing in and out slower in an attempt to calm herself down and whipped the tears from her eyes-she hadn't even noticed she had started crying.

"I'm sorry, I just had a really bad dream," Emilia lied. "I can't stand bad dreams."