Yeah, I decided to start my own collection of things too short for their own story. Yay?

A/N: This takes place after the war is mostly ended. Ozai is dead, but tensions still run high between the three remaining nations.

The young avatar stirred slightly beneath the covers. It was the end of summer, in the Fire Nation no less, but the room carried a chill he was unable to explain. He had, however, managed to drift off to sleep, and as he blearily opened his eyes, he was sure he was still dreaming.

The room was filled with a thin mist, and Aang could see a beautiful figure approaching him from the doorway. As she stepped through a ray of moonlight, he gasped. It was Katara!

Aang pushed himself up, leaning against the wall as Katara moved closer. Her hair was down, and every step was graceful as a rolling wave. Sitting down beside him on the bed, she turned her beautiful blue eyes towards him.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hey," he answered.

After a few heartbeats of silence, she spoke again.

"I can't get to sleep tonight... It's just, I keep thinking and it's hard to stop long enough to get to sleep. And you'd think that after all the sleepless nights we've had, it'd be easy..." They giggled together for a minute "There are two people," she continued, "that I know I can always depend on, no matter what the circumstances. Toph isn't one of them - without her earth, she's almost helpless. Neither is Zuko... I know he's good, but he isn't willing to stick his neck out too far for anyone... the first one is Sokka, and the second one is you, Aang." She leaned forward and gave him quick kiss. He felt a blush rising in his cheeks. Katara didn't seem to notice. "Thanks for being the best friend I could ever hope for."

"You're a good friend too, Katara. And a good teacher. I would never have even gotten out of the iceburg if it wasn't for you!" Aang smiled at his friend and teacher. She smiled back. The two sat like that for a minute, just smiling at each other.

"Well, I'd better get back to my own room now," she said, sliding off the covers, "before Sokka wakes up and throws a fit." They both burst out laughing at the thought, and then Katara slipped out the door.

"Good night Aang." she called. He was already laying back down.

'Good night Katara...'

I got the 'graceful as a rolling wave' bit from Lilo and Stitch 2.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar.