Katara dashed the length of a local construction site, a bright orange stake clutched to her breast. She was just running around the corner of a pile of black blasting pads, when she ran into something- someone.

The girl reeled back in surprise, her heart pounding in fright as she slammed into the ground.

"What'reyou doing?" She heard a male- the 'someone' she'd run into- demand, before he ducked down to her level.

"Um..." She held the stake- a construction marker- against her blue shirt as she scrambled to her feet. She was by the male in an instant, calling back to him: "I'm winning a bet!"

She'd reached the fence she'd entered the site from, ready to scale it. When..

Quite suddenly, she was thrown to the ground, a tremendous weight on her back, knocking all the air out of her lungs.

"Dammit, woman!" It was the boy from just moments before. She reached weakly for the metal fencing, slender fingers curling through the barrier between her and freedom. "My friend has already got your idiot brother in the car, so I suggest you come quietly!" He growled, prying himself off of her.

"Sokka?" She whispered, crawling away from him. She turned to face him, nearly gasping out in shock when she saw the scar that covered half of his face.

She got to her feet easily, skipping over his scar and studying his clothing. He wore a black business suit, with a loose red tie, and white IRON MAIDEN t-shirt on, under the business suit's jacket. His hair was shaggy and long; Katara couldn't help but grin when she saw a pair of black and white, checkered VANS peering out of the bottoms of his pants.

"Yeah, sure... Sokka." He sighed, glancing her once over. She wore a blue tank top, tan khakis, and white Nike's. "Do you two dress to match, or what?" There was a hint of humor to his voice; Katara suddenly realized what he meant. Sokka, too, was wearing a blue shirt, tan pants, and white Nike's.

"Uh.. No." She paused. "We just have the same favorite color. Blue." She gave an innocent shrug. Currently, going through her fifteen-year-old mind, was the fact that she considered him quite handsome. She smirked. "What's your favorite color?"

"Red." He was talking again, before she could answer. "My second favorite color is black." He gave an impatient sigh. "Can we go before my dad sees you?"

"Your dad's a construction worker?" She looked skeptical as she scrutinized his business suit.

This assumption earned a chuckle from the scarred teen. "No." He said simply. "I'm Zuko- the son of the man who's having this parking garage built for his company's publicity." He impatiently grabbed her sleeve, leading her past a pile of cinder blocks. "Let's go."

Only moments later, they were nearing a limo. "So... Where's the car?" She asked, glancing about the dirt-path parking lot. It was either the limo, the empty bulldozer, or an old rusting baby-blue pick up truck.

"This.." He opened the door to the limo. "Is the car." He ushered her in, before slamming the door behind himself and scooting in, next to her.

"Katara!" Sokka was at her side in an instant, waving his orange marker in her face. "You get yours?"

"Yeah." She smirked as she produced her own, triumphantly passing it from hand and hand as Zuko moved across the back of the limo, toward the seats across from them.

"Hey Chong." He put his head through the window that lead to the driver, up front. "Can we get a move-on?" He asked.

"Of course, Zuk'." The limo's engine started up. "Where to, sir?"

"The house, first." He sat back, next to another long-haired boy. The scarred boy cast a glance toward the two siblings. "Then we'll get them home."

"Where's your house?" Sokka questioned, attempting a conversation.

Zuko looked away, a modest blush coloring his cheeks. The other boy answered, instead. "You guys seen the mansion?" He asked, before he introduced himself to Katara. "The name's Jet, by the way." He smiled. "So, the mansion?"

"Yeah." Katara's brother answered. "What about it?"

"That's his house." Jet chuckled. "The estate, as many refer to it." He smirked as Zuko turned away further, staring out the tinted windows. "He and his sister are actors; you ever seen that fighting movie-" Katara interrupted him.

"That one..." She gaped. "That one with the guy.." She turned to her brother. "You know the guy who started this fighting club thingy?" She turned to Zuko. "You. Are. A great actor." She arched a brow. "Can you really fight? Like you did in the movie?"

Jet smirked. "Can he fight?" He let out a short laugh. "While shooting the movie, let's just say he actually got caught up in the fighting scenes, and a couple guys went to the hospital with broken noses!"

"Jet," Zuko warned in an undertone.

Sokka turned to the window after setting his construction stake on the leather seat. "You can drop us off here, you know-"

"Prince, we got a tail!" Announced Chong from the front. Prince? Though Katara. She turned to look out the back window, seeing a van with a satellite on the top of it following the limo. "A few, actually."

Just as the limo-driver said these words, more vans and SUV's appeared from around a corner. News Vans? "You wouldn't want to be dropped off." Jet informed the siblings. "Last time I got dropped off from the limo while we had some tails, they flocked."

"Flocked?" Sokka asked, turning his attention away from the rear window.

"Surrounded him; asking him questions." Zuko sighed in an annoyed manner. "Goddamn reporters."

"We could probably manage to sneak you out." Jet announced. "Soon as it looks like they're gone." He pondered in silence for a moment. "In the boat?" He offered, looking over at Zuko.

"My dad would kill me." The scarred teen growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Besides, remember what happened last time?" Jet grinned, turning to the siblings in blue.

"He managed to run the boat ashore." He looked as though he were ready to burst out laughing.

"What?" Sokka asked. "That's not that hard to do."

"The boat wasn't even running!" Jet finished. "We got on, and pushed the boat away from the dock. Then he remembered he left the keys in the living room!" He laughed shortly. Katara giggled, watching as a slight blush passed over Zuko's cheeks.

"Now.." She crossed one leg over the other. "What's with that 'prince' stuff?"

"He's Prince Zuko." Jet elaborated. "That's.. just.. it." He shrugged. "His dad's a Lord. His sister's a Princess-"

"Could you please shut up, Jet?" Zuko gave him a slight glare. "As of now, we have a big enough problem with getting them home."

"We won't mind the reporters-" Sokka was interrupted.

"Yeah, you will." Jet leaned forward, as if telling a ghost story around a campfire. "They'll be pestering you for weeks- months, even." He turned to Katara. " 'Oh, Miss Katara, are you the prince's latest flame?' "He imitated a female reporter's high-pitched voice. Sokka scowled at this.

"Yeah, right."

"Never get out of the limo." Jet advised. "Never leave the mansion's gates, unless you know whether or not there's a bunch of reporters." He smirked. "And if there are reporters, don't be afraid to break the law-"

"Speed limits." Zuko elaborated. "Break the speed limits in a Ferrari, or something."

"We don't own a Ferrari." Katara smiled. "TransAm, actually." Her brother scowled.

"Then you'll stay at the mansion!" Zuko's friend smiled broadly.

"Uh..." Sokka looked quite skeptical.

"Jet, if they want to have their privacy trampled on, let them." Zuko smirked. "Make sure to pull the blinds over the windows- reporters are relentless-"

At this, Sokka forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah, we'll stay." He sighed when Jet openly laughed.

"Over-protective of your sister?" Zuko offered.

"For good reason." Grumbled Sokka. Just then, the limo took its final turn into the small driveway leading to the gates of Agni Manor.