"Cops are here everyone out!" someone yelled.

Sure enough, Katara turned around where she was sitting on a picnic table. Red and blue started flashing painting the open field and a few trees.

"Fuck!" Sokka yelled and grabbed Suki's hand. "Go Kat!"

Katara had ridden on the back of Hahn's bike. Her eyes made a quick scan of where the bikes were parked. Hahn's nowhere to be seen. Fuck. She took off after Zuko and Suki in hopes someone will have a spare seat.

Bikes and cars were being filled quickly and started taking off in the opposite direction of the police cars. Katara was getting antsy as she watched a few more leave, Sokka and Suki leaving quickly too. Suki looked over her shoulder screaming at her to just jump a bike.

"Get on!" One of the last motorcyclists yelled over the motor. His helmet blocked his face as he revved the engine. Katara bit her lip and looked to where the police officers were only about a block and half away.

Katara slung her leg over the bike and wrapped her arms around the torso in front of her. The motorcycle popped up slightly before taking off at full speed. Katara pressed her face into the leather cut.

The guy cut through a thin opening in the trees. Katara grabbed a little tighter to the thin waist. The path was bumpy and trees scratched at her arms.

Katara turned slightly when they were through the trees. She could still see the red and blue flashes but Katara knew they were no longer an issue. There were a few more bumps before they were out on a smoother stretch of road, taking them towards the cliff sides. The guy drove just a little bit farther down before pulling into an old abandoned gas station.

Katara was quick to release her grip on the guy. Her eyes looked down to the cut and she gasped. Katara pushed herself hard and quickly off the motorcycle.

She thought distance would change the flaming phoenix sitting on top of a skull with a yellow ribbon with the words 'Fire Nation' embroidered into it. Shit. How did she not notice she climbed onto the back of a Fire Nation bike.

The driver turned and pulled off his helmet. "Well shit." Katara felt exposed as golden eyes ran down her body and back up. "I grabbed the fucking ice princess."

Katara's jaw dropped. So he knew who she was? Well she certainly knew who he was. A low-life-Fire- Nation-Burner. Katara crossed her arms. "Yeah. Well…" Great come back, Kat. Way to leave his knees knocking. "I wouldn't have gotten on the bike if I knew the lowest of the Fire Nation was the driver."

The guy smirked and stood from his bike. "And then you would have gotten caught." He made his way to Katara. "So I guess you could say I saved you."

The smirk never left his face. Katara stood her ground but on the inside she was shaking. This guy was hot. (Pun intended) From what Katara could see in the barely moonlit area, his dark hair had a small crease from his helmet, those golden eyes were sparkling with mischievousness. And that smirked warned her, that he was planning something.

Rule #1: Never trust the Fire Nation.

"From what, safely being returned home?" Katara's shoulders tensed as he leaned farther into her.

"But only after you ratted out who set up the party." The guy crossed his arms and raised a nonexistent eyebrow. Katara blinked. Nope, it really wasn't there. He had a scar or something over his left eye. "I don't think so princess."

"Why?" Katara crossed and uncrossed her arms a few time. "Did you set it up?"

"Nope." The guy popped the 'p'. "But you would blame us… What was it you called me again?" Katara swallowed and bit her lip. She knew not to answer that question. "A burner?"

Katara thought back. She never said burner out loud. Katara's eyes slitted into a glare, "I never called you that."

The guy stepped forward again, now, only a mere inch away from her face. When he spoke, hot breath poured over her face. "Out loud."

Katara felt like she couldn't breathe as her eyes flickered down to thinned pink lips. A snarl pulled back the left side of his top lip. Katara could see pretty white teeth. "I-I wasn't thinking it either."

"Hmm." Golden eyes told her, they had seen straight thru her. Katara blinked and her eyes slipped close for a half a second to look back down at the pink lips. "Well then do you have someone to come pick you up? Or do you have to get back on 'the lowest member of the Fire Nation's bike? So he can take you home safely."

"You drive up on SouthernWaters' turf. You'll be shot." Katara said. She let out a breath as the guy took a step back, her lungs finally functioning again.

"Not if I have the princess of the motorcycle gang on the back of my bike." The guy chuckled and went back to his bike opening up the compartment to pull out an extra helmet. "Hell, I'll probably get the fucking royal treatment for bringing you back. Maybe even with an escort back to my side."

Katara rolled her eyes. "Give me a sec." Katara fished out her phone to call Suki.

'Can't come to the phone so just leave a message.'

Katara's head dropped at the message tone. "Hey Suki, I guess with you not answering means that you and Sokka either got caught or you and Sokka left the party to go party naked. Gross." Katara ended the phone call. She turned back around to see the guy holding out the helmet. "Take off your cut. It'll be easier to get into town."

"Nu-uh" the guy shook his head. "Call daddy dearest and get me a clearance."

"My dad will kill me if he knows that I'm out with a Fire Nation." Katara ripped the helmet from his hands. "Take off the cut."

"I'm not taking off my jacket." The guy crossed his arms.

Katara groaned and hit the speed dial for her dad, immediately cringing when he answered on the first ring.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"At the abandoned gas station on the cliff sides." Katara bit her lip when she heard a growl. This was unmarked territory. A white flag zone. A neutral playground.

"What? I'll get Sangok to come get you."

"No." Katara jumped at how loud her own voice was. "I mean there's no need. I have a ride. I just…" Katara looked over her shoulder to the boy leaning against the bike. "I need you to clear the streets, from here to home."

"Why?" Her dad grumbled. "Who are you with?"

Katara shrugged and realized she was on the phone. She looked to the guy and mouthed, 'What's your name?' The guy shook his head. She stomped her foot and glared at him. He only shook his head again.

"Katara? Who are you riding with?"

"His uh name is…" Katara looked around them. "It's Lee." The guy shook his head with a low chuckle. "Can you just get the streets clear?"

"If he's just bringing you home. Why do I need to clear the streets?"

Katara wanted to sit down on the road and cry. Stupid territory issues. "He's… Fire Nation."

There was loud laughter on the other side of her phone. "Sorry. I thought I just heard you say you are getting a ride home from a Fire Nation."

"I am." Katara swallowed.

"He has twenty minutes to get you here and out of the limits." Hakoda growled. There was a click of the phone as he ended the call.

"I'm in so much trouble." Katara mumbled as she shoved her phone deep into her back pockets. "We've got twenty minutes to get me dropped off and you back over the line."

"Challenge accepted. Nineteen minutes and fifty nine seconds to get Ice Princess home and back to the line." The guy chuckled and threw his leg over the bike. He shoved his helmet on. "Let's go."

Katara sighed in a defeat as she pulled the helmet down and followed Fire Nation boy's lead and tossed her leg over. Her fingers slid to his side and grabbed the loops there.

"Hold on tight, princess." The guy's voice rang thru her helmet. He revved the motor again and took off.

Katara looked over his shoulder. "Uh, Lee?"

"Hmm?"

"This isn't the way back to my house." Katara said.

"I know." The guy picked up speed. "But I've got about 18 minutes to get you there."

Katara hit the top of the guy's helmet. "Idiot that doesn't mean you should skate across the line at two minutes and eighteen seconds to drop me off."

The guy laughed and sped slightly around a bend. "Ah. Live a little, princess."

He took the long way home. seriously. Katara was so worried and then when four bikes fell into procession, two in front of 'Lee's bike and two behind the guy laughed. He followed them to her house and let out a low whistle taking off his helmet.

Katara quickly got off the bike and the guy followed after. There were a few grunts of disapproval from the bikers who had led them here. Hakoda watched as his daughter walked up the stairs and to him.

"Thank you for getting my daughter home safely." Hakoda growled and took steps down to greet the young man with a hand shake.

The boy grinned, "It's a pleasure making sure the damsel gets home safe."

Hakoda tightened his grip around the Fire Nation's hand. "Then why the fuck did it take you so long getting her here. It only takes eight minutes from those cliffs. And now you've only got a minute and forty-five seconds to get off my lawn and back into your district." The younger nodded and looked around. "You're burning time there boy."

"See you around, princess." 'Lee' winks and turns awkwardly waving to Bato as he passes. Before getting on his bike and sliding on his helmet. He waved over shoulder before revving off into town.

"Want to tell me why you were on the back of a Fire Nation bike?" Her dad's voice grew angrier. "And like hell he will see you again."

Katara rolled her guys and pushed past her dad. "I'd rather not say and you," Katara threw her arm over her shoulder when she looked over to her dad. "Will never have control over who I will and will not see in four months."

"That's four months from now, Katara. And as long as you are in my house and in the lines of our jurisdiction, you will not see him again."

"There you go again." Katara threw her hands up. "I'm not one of your gang buddies, dad. I'm you daughter! I'll obey your house rules but when you're not here whose rules do I have to follow?!" Katara's chest was heaving and her eyes were beginning to burn from holding back tears. "Oh that's right. No one's because there is no one here when you aren't." Hakoda opened and closed his mouth a few times. Katara rolled her eyes exhausted of this conversation. Of today. And especially of this same old argument. "I'm going to bed. Sokka is probably staying over at Suki's."

Katara slipped into her bedroom shrugged out of her shorts and bra before sliding into her cool seafoam green sheets. She sighed and looked out her window. Just four more months.

It was three weeks later when Katara saw 'Lee' again, at a house party closer at the edge of town.

It was funny how lines blurred when there was a party among the high schoolers. But once you became a member of a mg (motorcycle gang) those lines hardened. Being the daughter, no being in the lineage, of presidential members and/or founding fathers, those lines were drawn in fucking blood. There was no crossing any of those lines. It was drilled into you that those lines were there for a reason.

Which was why Katara had to sneak out in order to get to this party, it was on the Fire Nation side of the city but right on the border of where the two jurisdictions met. The party was in full swing by the time Katara walked up the steps. She could instantly smell the alcohol from here and whatever song was playing on the stereo was rattling the windows.

"Burners!" Someone came stumbling out of the house. Katara quickly moved out of the way as the guy drunkenly stumbled down the steps. There were two guys standing in the doorway, when Katara caught the small scar of 'Lee'.

"Ah, Ice Princess, was wondering when you'd show up." The guy laughed and Katara gave an airy fake laugh. "Come on, cops said they won't hit up the place for another three hours." 'Lee' nodded over his shoulder.

He knew when the cops were gonna show up? Katara followed behind the two guys and when they finally made it into the large kitchen, it was littered with multiple types of alcohol of various different stages of gone. "Wow."

"Told you, you were late." The guy chuckled. "What can I get you? Well not me but Jet, here. He's pretty good with drinks."

Katara raised an eyebrow. "I'm not drinking tonight. Practice tomorrow."

Jet nodded and handed her a can of soda. "Wimp." Katara rolled her eyes as both of the boys filled their cups again.

"If you have practice tomorrow, why come out tonight?" The guy asked and led them through to a backyard. It was scattered with motorcycles and lights.

Katara shrugged. "Princesses don't get many nights off. And coming here...well."

"Hmm." Both of guys hummed.

Jet tilted his head towards a group. "I'm gonna go find Smellerbee. Have fun." Jet winked.

Katara and 'Lee' stood off to the side of the party. A few people called out a name 'Zuko' and the guy next to her would nod or raise a hand. That had to be his name right?

"So you practice tomorrow?" Lee or Zuko asked.

"Yeah, eight o'clock." Katara looked down at her attire. Most of the girls here were in short shorts and some sort of crop top combo. Katara was in her work out leggings and a large hoodie she stole out of Sokka's closet.

"What kind of practice?"

Katara turned and looked at the guy confused. But they guy looked back at her just as confused. "You mean…" Katara let out a humorless laugh. "You call me Ice Princess because?"

"Your dad is the SouthernWaters MG isn't he?" The guy shrugged.

"Yeah so?" Katara was swept in by more confusion.

"Isn't the main patch like a frozen skull or something?"

"Yeah." Katara was slowly catching on. "So you call me Ice Princess for that and not the… Oh." Katara ran a hand through her hair. "I thought. Nevermind. It makes sense. Not many people are into figure skating and I'm not well known… I just. Yeah that was a letdown. Okay." Katara took a long drink from her can before grabbing 'Lee's cup and emptying its contents into her can. She took another drink and winced at the hard liquor and soda mixture.

"Figure skating?" The guy laughed. "You don't have to be sober for that."

Katara raised an eyebrow, "Mmm? So the knives attached to my shoes while moving on one of the most dangerous forms of flooring, doesn't require me to be sober?"

Golden eyes sparkled with laughter. Damn you Fire Nation and your gorgeous men. "Nah."

"Zuko! Zu…" Jet come running back over. "Dude, they're here early."

"What?" Zuko shook his head, his eyes wide as he looked back to the house. "We have hours!"

"Well maybe they have a different clock?" Jet shrugged. "Dude we just got to get out of here."

Zuko grabbed Katara's arms and pulled her through the yard of motorcycles. He threw a helmet at her and jumped on the bike. Katara held onto Zuko as she threw a leg over. Zuko started up the bike and peeled out.

He pulled out the opening of the in back gate and through another yard to the road. Zuko sped through the neighborhood. Katara could hear the sounds of a few other motorcycles behind them. She turned when she saw a flash of blue. Katara tightened her arms around Zuko's torso and leaned with him as they took a turn. "Zuko. I can't get caught. Not on this side of the line!"

"On it." Zuko said through his teeth. "Where's somewhere I can drop you off?"

Katara thought. If she went to Yue's she would have to explain to her father. Or if she went to Suki's, Sokka would definitely tell dad she was on the back of a Fire Nation bike again. She could go to Toph's but that was sure to come out at the next Great Families meeting. Shit. She needed a neutral territory. Katara looked at the street names. They were getting closer to the highway that led them out of the city. "Take the highway."

"Okay." Zuko revved the motor to go faster. "Where are we going?"

"Ba Sing Sei's Ice Skating Rink." Katara's heart picked up speed.

When Zuko pulled up to the back of the building Katara jumped off still wearing the helmet. "Leave it on until we get inside. There are no security cameras in there." Katara walked to the left side of the building and to an old creaky door. She jiggled the handle and banged twice above the doorknob before shoving open the door. "We have really got to fix these doors." She turned to Zuko still leaning on the bike. "Come on."

Zuko shook his head. "I don't think so Ice Princess."

"Lee. Come on!" Katara waved him over again.

"You know my name now. You can use it." Zuko grumbled. "I got you here safely.

Katara popped her hip. "And my name isn't Ice Princess. So come on already. I don't feel like going home yet and you know you really don't want to either." Katara bit her lip, knowing he couldn't see it. "Come on breaking and entering is totally your thing."

Katara was pretty sure she heard a growl before Zuko walked his bike close to the building and kicked out the kick stand. "Let me make this clear. I am not skating." Zuko lifted the visor to glare at Katara. Katara only smirked and shoved the visor back closed.

Katara turned on all of the lights and took off her helmet. She found a pair of rentals for Zuko and her old skates in her locker. They were well worn but they would do for a little while. Katara pulled a boombox out of one the storage sheds and flicked through CDs. Once she got back Zuko was sitting in a seat with his phone out. Skates not on his feet.

"Zuko come on." Katara drawled out. She set down the boom box and flicked through a few more CDs. "Oh my gosh!" Katara quickly put in the CD.

'Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?

I didn't mean to call you that

I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me'

"What the hell are we listening to?" Zuko turned to the stereo.

Katara rolled her eyes and pointed to the skates. "Put them on Zuko."

"I told you I'm not skating." Zuko leaned back in the seat.

'The smoke alarm is going off, and there's a cigarette

Still burning'

"Just put on the skates." Katara took a deep breath and pouted her bottom lip. "Please."

Zuko mumbled and reached for the skates. "Okay what's with the song?"

"I used it for a short once." Katara laughed and took of the blade protectors on her skates.

"A short?" Zuko's eyebrows creased in confusion, as he buckled on the first skate.

"Yeah." Katara did small stretches beside the rink, leaning over the boards to loosen some muscles in her back. "A short program. It's about two minutes long. You know, a couple of jumps and spins." Katara mentally ticked off a few things as she stretched her legs. "Pretty much it's the technical skate and never nearly as fun as free skate."

"Free skate?" Zuko leaned up from where he finished buckling his shoes.

"Mhmm," Katara turned and looked at him with a smile. Pretty close to just doing whatever I want for four minutes." Katara shook her head. "Which that's actually a lie, you don't have required jumps or spins like you do in short programs."

"So what did this one look like?" Zuko asked, as he walked towards her on unsteady feet.

"Meh." Katara shrugged, "It was my senior debut and it slightly crashed and burned." Katara opened the boards to the court. "My instructor said to 'leave the eros and ludus to the men. Agape is much more your style.'"

"Meaning?" Zuko raised an eyebrow.

Katara slid out onto the ice. She spun slightly. "Meaning 'Leave being sexy and suave to the men sweetheart. Women are supposed to be graceful and gentle.'" Katara held out a hand to Zuko, which he batted away. "Of course I also wore this cute little red and black outfit. It had studs and gosh. I wish I could still squeeze into it." Katara looked off dazed. "I wonder if we can get it re-made?"

Zuko slid onto the ice clutching at the short wall. "Sounds cute."

"It was super cute. I'll show you a picture sometime." Katara shrugged.

"And why do you think that we will ever see each other again?" Zuko looked over his shoulder trying to move one foot.

Katara giggled and slid to the boards in front of him. "Because you like to pick up Ice Princesses from parties that are about to be busted."

Zuko grumbled and slid his two feet. "How the fuck do you make this look easy?"

"Years of practice." Katara did a spin. "Oh my gosh I love this song!" Katara hummed along to the music.

'She paints her nails and she don't know

He's got her best friend on the phone

She'll wash her hair

His dirty clothes'

"What is up with this playlist?" Zuko stood a little straighter but wobbled slightly and tightly gripped the wall again.

"Mmm." Katara skated backwards. "I really loved alternative. I wanted to go into senior known for doing rough and edgy, eros. I had this whole rebel look going for me too."

"Ha." Zuko laughed out bitterly.

"That's what dad said too." Katara crossed her arms. "I could still totally do it."

"Sure, Princess." Zuko nodded and bit his lip.

'He's too stoned, Nintendo

I wish that I could make her see

She's just the flavor of the weak'

Katara skated away from him and did a few laps quickly, before sliding in front of him, kicking up a small amount of ice. "You ready yet?"

"For what?" Zuko still held onto the boards only about half way around the rink.

"To skate away from the wall?" Katara grinned and held out her hands.

Zuko shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea. Wall is steady."

Katara laughed, "Come on. You drive a motorcycle. You know balance."

"Yeah but on a bike I don't have, what was that you called it?" Zuko looked over at her. "Boots with knives and the most dangerous surface known to mankind?"

Katara shook her head and wiggled her fingers. "I did. But you like taking risks. So come on."

Zuko grumbled again and took her hand in a crushing grip. "You keep telling me what I like to do."

Katara laughed and tried to wiggle her fingers in Zuko's death grip. "Now the other one." Zuko reluctantly let go and grabbed her other hand. "There you go." Katara smiled brightly. "Now your right foot. Good. Left foot. Good. Right again. Perfect. Now glide."

Katara talked him through. He learned pretty quickly and his balance was really good. He only stumbled a few times and his fingers loosened around hers. They made it around once and she let go and clapped for him. Zuko's hands latched onto the boards beside them.

Zuko laughed, "I did." He still clung to the boards until Katara lifted out a hand again. "And I didn't fall on my ass."

"You didn't." Katara shook her head with a bright smile. "You're going to be my pairs partner in no time."

Zuko's golden eyes widened. "The fuck is…"

"Going on in here!" A loud voice boomed through the hollowed arena, causing Zuko to lose balance and fall backwards on his ass.

Katara turned quickly to see her dad stomping down the stairs. She quickly reached for Zuko and began pulling him up. Her fingers trembling. "Dad! I can…"

"Get off the ice." Hakoda stopped the music from filtering into the room. "Now!"

Katara pulled Zuko up and pulled him across the ice on still wobbling feet. She helped Zuko out first before stepping out and closing the door to the rink. Hakoda handed her, her blades protectors. Katara could practically feel the anger rolling off her father. "Dad…"

"Lee." Hakoda threw a glare to the younger male. Zuko's back straightened. "Get the hell out."

"Yes, sir." Zuko nodded and sent Katara a sympathetic look. He leaned over and quickly tucked a hair behind her ear and leaned in. "Next time. I'll be able to do it without you holding my hand." Katara felt a warmth spread on her cheeks. Zuko winked and grabbed the two helmets on the seats. "Night, mister."

"Fuck off, burner." Hakoda growled and then turned to his daughter when he heard the door close. "The fuck were you thinking?"

"There was this party…" Katara rung her hands on her shirt.

"I ain't talking about you sneaking out to go to some dumb party. I mean you coming here with a Fire Nation, with a burner, and skating after spirits knows how many beers and drugs he did before he got to the party." Hakoda crossed his arms over his chest. "And then you get on his bike and you come here. What if he would have crashed or taken you through Fire Nation territory or hurt you or…"

Katara slowly began to feel her blood boil as he counted off the 'what ifs'. "Yeah, and did they?"

"Excuse me?"

"Am I hurt?" Katara tilted her head, "Do I look like I have been roughed up and sexed? Do I look like I drank or smoked or snorted?" Katara gave a humorless laugh. "No? Well that's probably be because none of that happend. Zuko isn't like the others. He had fun and he knows his limits. He…"

"Zuko?" Hakoda said Zuko's name like a horrible taste. "Zuko Sparks?"

"I don't know his last name…" Katara shrugged.

"You told me his name was Lee and now you're telling me you've gotten on the back of Zuko Spark's bike twice now?!" Hakoda took in a deep breath. "The heir to the Fire Nation Motorcycle Gang."

"Wha…" Katara's eyes widened and shook her head. No way.

There was no way that Zuko was the heir to the rival motorcycle gang. There was no way on this gods forsaken planet that Zuko, gorgeous, golden eyed, funny, amazing, savior of parties, was to take over the Fire Nation.

"Get your stuff." Hakoda mumbled. "The car is running."

Hey! Look whose back! And with motorcycles and hot boys! Yeah?! Okay I'm so excited about this. This is a song fic. The song that inspired this is Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya from the new movie The Greatest Showman!

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