Advocaat gave me this idea when we were talking. And I think it's just too funny. Set in the 'Handled' universe, Lee has dreams of his live as Zuko. These would just follow the whole story-line. Only 'Lee' is completely flabbergasted as his own actions.

I will make more, if there is popular demand.

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Lee was just a simple Earth Kingdom refugee, scraping a living in the lower rings of Ba Sing Se.

So why would he keep dreaming that he was some fancy prince?

Well, scratch that. Of course he would dream of being a prince. Still, if he was going to dream, could those not have had him be good-looking, hosting rich banquets while entertaining flocks of pretty girls? No; instead his dreams had stuck him with his old face, plugged him on an ugly boat sailing the arctic, and turned him into a fire bender.

Uncle was there too. That had been a comfort, first. Until uncle Mushi started referring to Lee as 'prince Zuko' as well.

Mushi had completely ignored Lee's sputtered protests and questions so far, instead leading in some morning breathing exercises.

When those breathing exercises turned to fire bending exercises, Lee had a near panic-attack. It was then and there that he found out he could bend fire. And that had been as terrifying as it should have been for a child of earth. Right now Lee was still in the process of dealing with the revelation. Dream or not, this was just not natural.

Lee wished, for the umpteenth time, that he would just wake up. As this appeared impossible, Lee opted to stand on the prow and practice those earlier breathing exercises. They were familiar and calming; a bit like the dao basic exercises he had used to do. Lee needed familiar and calming right now.

Because else he might start hyperventilating.

From behind came the occasional click of wooden tiles on board. A small table had been brought up, and Mushi sat at it playing solitaire. Lee was thankful for the man's presence, even if the soldiers had taken to calling Uncle 'general Iroh', and saluting Mushi with gusto every chance they got.

Fire Nation soldiers saluting his uncle. Lee's dream was just royally fucked up like that.

An idea hit Lee. He just needed to pinch himself. Then he'd jump awake, surely.

Or, he wouldn't. And then he'd know…

Lee was still trying to force himself into the act—even if he had woken up to a real hell, it would be better to know, right? But when a strange light hit the sky, it would be a lie to say Lee didn't jump at the chance of reprieve.

"Uncle, did you see that?"

Mushi placed another tile, and then looked up with a bored expression.

"I won't get to finish my game?"

This dream truly was a frustrating place. Lee had noticed before; people just didn't listen to him. Worse, they sighed and rolled their eyes, however good job he did at civility. (And that might not be Lee's strong suit, but he was hardly being that rude.) It struck Lee as odd, because apparently he was a prince. Or maybe that was some kind of on-board joke, and he was actually just Zuko the crazy cabin boy.

That certainly sounded more like the kind of dream Lee would have.

Lee tried again. "Of course you can. I just thought you would want to see that big-ass explosion."

Mushi sighed.

"Or it's just the celestial lights. We've been down this road before, prince Zuko."

Lee bit back a curse. "Uncle, please stop calling me that."

But Mushi plowed right though his words.

"I don't want you to get too excited over nothing."

-"It's not my name!"

"Please sit. Why don't you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea?"

It was too much. Lee snapped.

"I don't want any calming tea! I want you to use my real name!"