Drabble Time! KataraxZuko. Don't like, don't read please~
The placement of the characters is more than most likely off. I just remembered seeing this episode and sat in a car for seven hours writing it. My apologies if specific details are wrong.
Fighting.
Left and right the came the fire benders. The blast in the chest hit her like a steam train, and she staggered backwards, losing her balance.
She hit the floor hard, her vision spinning. The rough hands grabbed her. Something heavy swung down hard on her head.
Her world went black.
The water bender wakes; being escorted into the fortress, rolling her eyes to confirm her fears. Groggily taking in her surroundings, she felt the bump rise of her forehead. Guards at every door and cold concrete floors they dragged her across.
Lovely, she thinks.
Of course her cell won't be padded, but, hey, she wasn't exactly a guest here. She groaned inwardly as they turned down a dark corridor made of stone.
They were throwing her in a dungeon?
Zuko sat with his back to the florescent blue crystal walls, gazing at the low ceiling. He couldn't think. Couldn't feel. Couldn't move. His head was a giant blur.
He had been separated from his uncle in this god forsaken place, and barely had enough brain power left to worry for the only person who had stuck by him in his banishment.
I'm so terrible, he thought weakly, closing his eyes. I don't deserve to be safe, down here, when he's probably being tortured. Uncle…
Katara's eyes jerked up as they approached a round door built at an angle into the ground. It looked dangerously air-tight, and she wondered briefly if they were going to suffocate her for torture in there.
No such luck.
She watched the door swing open and closed her eyes against the blue glow, tensing for the throw, and it came surely, swiftly. She had an acute sense of falling, but surprisingly, she didn't hit the floor as hard as she'd predicted.
It felt almost like she'd hit someone… instead of something.
Two arms encircled her and her cheek met a solid shoulder, eyes blurring the room, then focusing - with effort – on her savior.
Her gaze met his and locked.
Shocked, she stared up at him. "Zuko?!" She blurted, senses sharpening into alarm mode.