Hello fanfiction this is my first story ever so…be nice assholes =]

Disclaimer: If I owned avatar I would not be writing this, Zuko would be in me. Also if the information/timeline isn't perfect please be nice it's only for the sake of the story.

Authors Note: Everything in italics is a flash forward- the story goes from the present to the future. Just to specify. It starts after the end of season 2 when the gaang is on the stolen fire nation ship. To make the characters more believable in my version of the story I made Zuko 18, Katara 17, Aang 16, and Sokka 19. Any other changes I'll let you know as we go.

Peace and Love to you all

Katara had never experienced lust. Jet had been a crush, a schoolgirl fancy when she was young and unexposed to men. And sure she had indulged herself in playing with Aangs heartstrings, although the boy hardly counted. A quick peck was nothing compaired to what she was experiencing now. If only her hands were freed from over her head she would be able to decide if she should backhand the bastard or pull him closer. She blushed. Katara didn't know if the man could get any closer. She could feel his chest pushed hard against hers, one of his hands resting next to her head and the other pinning her arms above her. His shaggy hair fell in front of his eyes, shielding his face from view. As he spoke then, his breath fanned out, a relief to the heat in the boiler room as it cooled the beads of sweat rolling down her neck.

"You know," he whispered, leaning in to her ear and brushing her hair away from her neck, "when you blush it reaches all the way down your chest. I'll have to remember to make that happen more often."

Katara started, offset by how forward he was. The thin layer of his silk shirt suddenly seemed to lay heavy on her damp skin. This boy was not supposed to do this to her, he was not supposed to drive her to distraction the way he was. If anything in this sort of situation it should be her trying to seduce her way out of captivity. Instead he was actually making her consider throwing out all the plans she had to escape and instead give in and fall to the desires of his touch.

As she struggled to pull her hands from his grip, Katara tilted her head back to avoid the featherlike travels of his lips across her skin. Closing her eyes to try to gain some sense of self control and capability to reason about what to say to the boy, she opened her mouth to tell him to release her, and instead had to catch her breath when he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck.

"Stop." She murmured to him, struggling not to let the desire show in her voice. He simply looked up at her, with those golden eyes filled with amusement at her weak protest and slowly began to trail his kisses along her neck. "Stop…please" she whimpered again and again, the boy not listening as he continued. Summoning her courage, Katara began to thrash about in his arms, struggling to free herself. He simply stood there. Watching her.

"Zuko! What the hell do you want, why the fuck won't you let me go! Let me go!" she sobbed, sinking to the floor as he slowly released his grip on her wrists. Zuko watched as the girl slid to the floor, curling in on herself and covering her tear streaked face with her hands. He never had realized how frail, how small the girl was. She was so young…

"You know why I can't let you go girl," as bitterly as he could, he tried to mask his hurt at being rejected, "I need you to find your stupid fucking friend. You can't leave until I have him. I already told you if you want to leave so bad help me set a trap for him. I'd be happy to let you go."

He lied. And he knew it. He would never let the girl go. Even when he had the avatar. Nobody had to know. He had grown up knowing that his father had many women living in his chambers, without his wife knowing. Why should Katara be any different. He would have her. There was nothing she could do to escape him.

Katara bended more drops of water out of the tiny flask. She would use every drop she could if that meant she could come one step closer to saving Aang. She looked over at Sokka, planning for a battle with men twice his age. And Aang. Laying in her arms, just a kid, so close to death yet again. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. They were so young, so new to the world and yet they had to do all that one hundred years of fighting could not. Katara stood, gently laying Aang down and made her way to the side of the stolen fire nation ship. The water was the only thing that made her happy now. Without it so near she would surely snap. She spread her arms and leaned against the railing, pretending that she could simply float down into the water and just swim, swim forever.

A sudden force smacked her against the railing, her head hitting it with such force she cried out as she felt blood start to pool on the side of her head. She began to feel weakness spread through her limbs as the blow began to pull her into darkness. In the background of her hazy mind Katara heard more cannons being fired, more explosions on the ship. She could hear Sokka screaming for the others to save Aang, to make sure he was safe, to get him below deck and guarded. She smiled. She was so proud of her brother. So proud..

Katara smiled as she fell into the water, and unconsciousness slowly overtook her body as she floated away from the ship..

Zuko smiled. Standing on the bow of the ship he knew that his time was coming. The Avatar was dead, and soon his stupid little rebellion would be squashed as well. He was not in a hurry to catch the ship as it sped of into the distance, they would have to dock somewhere soon enough to repair the damage that the brief attack had caused. Life would be good.

As soon as Zuko and Azula had learned of a stolen fire nation ship sailing near them, Zuko immediately volunteered to take a warship in pursuit of the Avatar loving idiots. He smirked. He knew that without their lifeline, their precious Avatar the force would begin to fall apart and become easier and easier to pick off.

A soldier slowly approached from behind him, trying not to disturb the peace of the young prince. He jumped as the prince addressed him with his back turned.

"Yes soldier? What do you want." The soldier shivered. Maybe the rumor about the Prince having eyes at the back of his head was true…

"Prince Zuko we fished something out of the water, you might want to come see." He whimpered, afraid of that the prince would do if he wasn't pleased with being interrupted from his thoughts.

Zuko sighed, letting go of the railing and following the much smaller man across the deck to the ships infirmary. Zuko was much taller, much broader then a man of 18 should be. Iroh had always told him the reason that he looked so old, and that other officers had always given him respect that they would give to an older man, was because he had been forced to mature so early on that it had made his outward appearance age as well. Zuko brushed the hair out of his eyes, ducking slightly as he stepped in to see almost half his crew gathered around a small cot. He narrowed his eyes. Usually the crew would turn and bow their heads out of respect to the Prince, but instead they seemed to be totally focused on whoever was laying on the bed. He pushed his way through the small group and stopped short as he saw who was laying there. Her long brown hair soaking the pillow, her normally tan skin pale and clammy, her dark, full lips a unnatural shade of blue…

"Call the medic. Tell him to come to my room. I'm taking the girl there."

And with that Zuko scooped Katara up and left behind a room full of very confused sailors.

Please please please review. Let me know what I can do better ?