A/N: Hey! MeganAMusicLover here, after quite a long hiatus that seems to keep resurrecting itself. I really don't have a lot of time to write these days, and usually when I do I lack inspiration. However, I just watched the Legend of Korra for the first time and I am super pumped about it (which meant renewed obsession with the Avatar: the Last Airbender series, as I'm sure most of you can understand) so I felt like taking a stab into another universe besides the Max Ride world. And thus this story was brought into being!

I have the following two chapters written already, so they should be up soon; this story is longer than my typical one-shots, so there may be two or three more chapters after I get what I have posted.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!


He stormed through the royal garden, slamming all of the gates and accidentally crushing any flowers in his path. Normally he would have been remorseful of such a fact, since he was normally a peaceful person deep in his core, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care.

The Turtle Ducks fled in a terror at the fiery rage that consumed him. Even Appa flew off, upset at having his nap interrupted so rudely and crudely.

He finally reached the door to his room in the palace and slammed that one, too, before flopping onto his bed and punching his pillow.

Why was he so upset, you ask?

Well that was hard to answer, since the embodiment of his frustration almost couldn't be described in words.

She was graceful like the rivers from which she garnered her strength, and glowed like the origin of her people's power. She never backed down from a fight, and was as strong as Roku's dragon, but twice as terrifying. She was more valiant than a Badger Mole protecting its pups, and more gentle than a Flying Bison. Her intelligence rivaled that of the Lion Turtle. Her kindness was bested by none.

She was perfect.

She was infuriating.

And all he wanted from her was a break.

He rolled over in his bed and looked toward the ceiling… then he roared like a Tigerdillo and set the canopy hung on his bedframe up in flames.

_

Katara sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes before leaning down and pulling yet more weeds. The garden had fallen into slight disrepair since he had been busy playing diplomat with the four nations. He may have been one of the most important political figures to ever walk the four nations, but still nothing just fell into his lap and went his way; it required tireless work, just like everything had before the time of peace they had brought to the land.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she picked up her basket full of cabbages and stood from her position in the dirt. She began making her way into the palace, and was nodded to and smiled at by every servant, for Katara never took anything for granted and nearly always did their work for them. She was self-sufficient, and even sometimes helped the servants with work created by others in the palace that was supposed to be the servants' duty.

She swung by the kitchen on her way back to her room, handing the cabbages to the main chef (who smelled them and hugged one tightly after thanking her). She then continued on her way down one of the long hallways in the palace where she was currently visiting.

She really didn't enjoy anything but the garden and the company in this place—she found it all too pompous, and preferred her home back in the southern water tribe. She lived in slight luxury there compared to her fellow water tribe members, but even she wasn't humble enough to say she didn't deserve some of what was given to her. She did help the Avatar and future Firelord restore balance to the entire world, after all.

After getting lost only once, an improvement since her last visit to this place, she finally found her room. Upon entering it she dropped the smile that seemed to inhabit her face constantly, and lines of stress were etched into her face. They were so deep that it was a wonder they were ever removed.

She sat down on her bed and fell on her back, sighing heavily, like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. As if she hadn't felt that exact feeling before, she thought with a grimace.

She rolled onto her side and shut her eyes tightly, trying not to think about what had transpired today.

_

Firelord Zuko rose from the spot on his bed in which he had been meditating all day since the faithful encounter this morning which had thrown him so rapidly and acutely out of balance. He stretched and sighed, before adopting his usual expression of cool collection and exiting his room.

He knew everyone had seen his explosion earlier, but he was going to pretend—probably in vain—that nothing of the sort had ever happened.

As he headed down the hallway to the dining room he noticed some of his servants ducking out of the way, presumably in an attempt to avoid his wrath should he still possess it. He just nodded at them calmly and hoped they would all forgive him. He never truly mastered his temper, just bound it a little tighter so that it wouldn't escape and control him as easily as it had when he was eighteen.

Upon entering the grand hall that led to the dining room, he saw a gold and red robe leaving the hall to the eating area and considered avoiding this exchange entirely and making a plate for himself in the kitchen to bring back to the peace and quiet of his own bedroom, but then decided that maybe he could gain some insight on the girl who was driving him crazy by having this conversation.

He opened the door that had swung shut so few seconds ago soundlessly, peering in like a bomb might explode in his face.

Instead of shrapnel slapping him, a tan, callused and slightly dirty hand did. He knew who is belonged to immediately.

"Ouch! Sokka! What's the big idea? Do you always go around slapping firelords?" Zuko put his hand to his cheek, rubbing the spot that wasn't physically sore, but more made his emotions hurt. Sokka wouldn't have slapped him unless he really had it coming to him, which meant Zuko had some apologizing to do. He hated apologizing.

"Only when I think of them as my brother. Zuko, this is an intervention," Sokka said slowly, taking up a fighting stance and backing away. On his way back to his seat, Avatar Aang used his airbending to pull out a chair for the Firelord, which Zuko sat in gratefully and ashamedly.

Toph just put her feet on the antique dining table and popped the bubble formed by the gum she was chewing incessantly. "Listen, we know what happened this morning with Katara. And we also know it was your fault. So we're digging into the kindness at the bottom of our hearts and trying to help you get the girl, alright?"

Aang blinked quickly in that child-like way which he had done since Zuko had met him ten years ago. "Wait, we know what happened already? But I—"

"Well maybe you don't Twinkletoes," Aang grumbled lowly at the mention of his prepubescent nickname that Toph still insisted upon using, "but Sokka and I beat it, verbally, out of one of the kitchen staff. It wasn't a pretty picture, let me tell ya."

Zuko sighed and pinched bridge of his nose as Aang and Toph fell to arguing just like old times, before finally shouting, "ENOUGH!" and accidentally setting the chandelier on fire after slamming his hands down on the table.

Sokka squeaked and quickly picked up a cup of tea that sat before him, sipping what hadn't spilled in Zuko's rage. Aang quickly bended the water from all of the cups on the table and put out the chandelier fire, and Toph snorted, settling back down into her chair haughtily.

"I suppose that you'll need to fill in Aang then, O great Firelord, since Twinkletoes can't handle being left out," Toph muttered, putting her hands behind her head and blowing some of her bangs out of her useless, milky-white eyes.

"Fine," Zuko sighed. He laid back in his chair as well, shutting his eyes. "It all started this morning when Katara came down for breakfast…"


A/N: So there you have it! I wonder what happened that caused Team Avatar to feel the need for an intervention? You should hopefully find out fairly soon!

Thanks a bunch for reading, and feel free to review if you liked it, or if you didn't like it! Have a wonderful day :)