I own nothing. This is an AU story so many things are different than the actually tv series. It's been awhile since my last story so no promises that this one should be any good. There's going to be spelling mistakes and I'm not sure if I should continue but till me what you guys think.

Katara's eyes lit up when the Blue Spirit stepped into the ring. Underground Bending was illegal to watch and any. But Katara always snuck away on an hour yak buffalo ride just to see it. She loved the rush of the crowed, the excitement and skill of the benders. Underground Bending were for benders and non benders who didn't have the money or license to bend in United Nations. Katara never knew why it was called the United Nations, they were anything but united. Fire Lord Ozai still had more control at the held meetings. The heads of Fire Nation, Northern Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom and Air Nomads all met but the Fire Lord held most power. Bending wasn't used for fighting anymore, just for officers and healing. Pro matches and underground matches were the only place you can view a real fight.

"And the Blue Spirit has gotten a clean hit on the Blind Bandit, and she looks pissed!" The Blind Bandit was a huge contender to win the match. A little girl with messy hair in a bun and hair in her eyes doubling as a mask. Her earth bending was amazing but in Katara's opinion she had nothing on the Blue Spirit. The masked man always moved so elegant and swiftly, never using any bending even if he had or not. Katara was mesmerized by the way he moved. It was his last match so Katara didn't want to miss it, even though she had school early the next morning. So this fight was really hyped and anticipated.

"I wish I could be out there," Katara mumbled. Katara wasn't much of a bender for other than healing. There was no one to teach her and the only other place to learn was the Northern Water Tribe and they refused to teach girls how to bend for fighting.

"The Blind Bandit almost knocked the Blue Spirits mask off, this just proves it's anyone's match!"

"Go Blue!" Katara yelled.

"Everyone don't move!" An earth bending officer bended everyone's feet on the ground.

"Oh shit, it's the fuzz!" The announcer said. The Blind Bender undid many of the spectators and her opponent's feet as everyone scrambled to escape. More and more officers started to arrest everyone. A metal whip quickly enclosed on Katara's arm when a small knife cut it. Katara looked at the person who helped her and it was the Blue Spirit and she gave him a nod as a thank you and quickly ran out of area and to her yak buffalo, hoping that everyone made it out.

Katara was out of breath when she returned to her igloo. It was cold but she always felt the warmth of home. The Southern Water Tribe has evolved but it was still in poor condition compared to the other nations.

"So where were you?" A voice asked from the dark.

Katara screamed as her grandmother held a lantern. Katara and her Gran-Gran were the only two who lived in their igloo that was built very spaciously. Her father and brother used to live with them but that all changed when her mother died. Her father resorted to drinking, forcing her Gran-Gran to kick him out and Sokka was so mad at her that he studied hard and when he grew up he moved out and out a job in United Nation. He, like their dad, never wrote or visited.

"I was out, feeding the Otter Penguins," Katara lied.

"Really now," Kanna folded her arms. "And that's all you did?"

"Yep." Katara gave a guilty smile.

"Katara I know you are lying to me." Kanna shook her head. "I bet you were at one of those underground matches, it's like you can't stay away from those, but it is in your blood."

Katara's father used to be a Pro Bending champion, and at his matches is where he met Kya, Katara's mother. Her mother was at all his matches cheering him on. She tried trying to protect him from an opponent who didn't take his loss so well so he was about to kill him with a fire blade and their mother quickly jumped into the ring and protected her husband from the attack. That was the first and last time Katara was at a legal probending match and also the last time she saw her mother again.

"I'm sorry Gran Gran," Katara bowed her head being caught in a lie.

"It's ok, you're a good girl but you got to be careful, I don't want you at those matches again." Kanna hugged the girl. "I was so worried when I heard the radio saying they caught a lot of benders and spectators at a match today."

"I'm safe Gran-Gran."

"I'm glad, because you're going to be doing a lot of work around here for lying and disobeying me, now go to sleep." Kanna sighed. "You still have school in the morning."

Katara tossed and turned all night, having nightmares of her mother's death. The fire, the screams. She woke up in cold sweat which was unusual for most in the chilly weather, but Katara frequently suffered through them every night.

"Katara come quick!" Her Gran Gran yelled. She quickly rushed out of her bed to the living room area. There was an older man carrying a young man in his arms, his face was covered and the older man looked at them. "Please help us."

Katara wiped the sweat off her face as she looked at the young man who was carried by an old man who turned out to be his uncle. Even though it was a few hours ago, their conversation was still fresh in her mind.

"You got to save his face, its badly burned." The man pulled to towel off of the young man, he was about Sokka's age, but half of his face was nearly burned off as he was squirming around.

"There's not much we can do, but the best healers are in the Northern Water Tribe." Kanna said.

"They refused us," The man said. "Please save my nephew."

Kanna and Katara glanced at each other, a little worried. Were these men criminals? The Northern Water Tribe hardly turned away anyone unless they did a crime.

"I'm sorry but there's not much we can do." Kanna looked sadly at the young man.

"Aren't you a healer, that's what someone said that there was a water bender her." The man said.

"That's me, but I'm not a professional, I just know the basics, I'm not sure if I can help your nephew at all." Katara said.

"Please just try, he's in a lot of pain." The man begged.

Katara worked all night on the young man. It was tricky but the only damage to his face was left a scar. It was coved over with a bandage. Some of his hair was burned off but he looked better than how he originally came in. To save his face, Katara had to cut off some of his hair to reach access to the other burned areas.

"Who knew healing classes would actually come in handy."

She rubbed his head and was about to touch his cheek when a hand shot up and stopped her.

"Who are you and where am I?"