Together

Chapter 1: News

A/N: Here's my new story! Chapters updated daily along with "Tenzin". This takes place sometime after "The Acolytes" and "Real". Enjoy! :)

It was a long day of classes, and Aang came back to the room before dinner exhausted. Katara was laying on her stomach, reading. She was reading her book about waterbending styles in the ancient times that Aang had given her. Aang flopped on the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling.

"Long day, huh?" Katara asked, not tearing her eyes from her book.

"Very." Aang sighed. "But it's all worth it. Next week, Avatar Yangchen said that if all of the Acolytes meditated together, we could get to talk to her."

Katara gasped, flipping her book flat down. "That's amazing! Wow!"

Aang's eyes glistened. "I can't wait for them to talk to her. She can give them so much great information, even more ancient then the stuff I tell them!"

Katara smiled brightly. "That's great, Aang."

Aang grinned. "I know. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see her. I'm just hoping it works."

"Of course it will! I mean, if Yangchen told you to do it, it has to work."

Aang rubbed the back of his neck, sitting up. "Well, she didn't exactly tell me to do it."

"What do you mean?" Katara's brow furrowed.

"I was meditating and talking to her and I proposed the idea to her, since none of the Acolytes were really understanding the earlier topics. I mean, I'm only telling them what the monks told me. And that was awhile ago. So maybe my info is a little fuzzy about our history BA."

"BA?"

"Before Aang." Aang said matter of factly. Katara laughed. "Anyway, she said that it sounded like a great idea, but before I could ask her if it could work or not, I was interrupted out of my meditation."

"By what?"

"Hawky."

"Hawky?" Katara gasped. "You mean Sokka's bird from like, 4 years ago?"

"Yes. He was sending me a letter, and Hawky landed on my shoulder."

"Well what does the letter say?" Katara asked. Aang pulled a rolled up scroll out of his pocket and cleared his throat.

"'Hey, Aang. How's it going? I got Hawky back. It sure took awhile. Love, Sokka.'"

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Katara gave a laugh but quickly covered her mouth at Aang's unamused expression. "Aw, Aang. I'm sure it will work out fine. After all, she wouldn't say it sounded like a good idea if it wasn't feasible."

"You're right." Aang sighed, falling back onto the bed again. "I'm just nervous that something bad will happen. I don't know. I don't want anything bad happening to the Acolytes. I have to execute everything perfectly."

Katara rolled over so she was on top of Aang.

"I'm sure everything will be fine." She rubbed her hands up and down his tense arms. He melted a bit. A smile crept on to his face, and Katara pecked him on the nose.

Just then, someone burst through the door, almost knocking it off it's hinges. Aang stood up quickly, knocking poor Katara to the floor, bracing himself for attack with a firebending stance.

"Please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!" A voice squeaked. When the dirt cloud cleared, there was a tiny messenger holding a scroll in which he gave to Aang.

"It's an urgent message for Master Katara. I apologize for intruding." With that, he ran away.

Katara was picking herself off the ground when her eyes widened. "Must be pretty urgent."

Aang handed the scroll to his girlfriend. She sat on the bed and opened it, Aang sitting across from her. Slowly, her eyes widened farther as they grew red. She lowered the scroll and placed it on the bed slowly.

"It's my father. He's sick."

"How sick?"

"I don't know." Katara whimpered, shoulders shaking.

Aang wrapped himself around her, holding her close, warming her. But Katara wasn't crying. She was just shaking, terrified.