Author's Note: I needed some way to explain my absence in my Fan Fiction "The New Avatar Series", so this is it. As you may or may not know, the next chapter should be based off of the episode "Imprisoned". I am having one tough time re-writing that in a way so that it applies to normal teenage life. I had started writing it, and was almost finished, after about a week of concentrated thought, before I realized the plot was unconvincing and unrealistic, so now I have to start all over again. In plain words: This chapter has been absolutely murdering me. One person commented that I should try skipping over the next chapter, that it would be too hard. Right now I wish so much that I could do just that. But in order for my series to keep in ties with the actual show, then I will have to think of some way for that episode to somehow relate to real life. I am sure I will be faced with this challenge many other times, so I think you all deserve some type of explanation, no matter how silly. I feel completely distraught over the fact that I was not in any way pleased with the previous chapter of my series, so I believe you all deserved a better chapter this time. I am posting this short little one shot for you all to read and hopefully enjoy as a way to let you all know I have not abandoned this story. I will never abandon it. With that sorry excuse to all my readers, here ya go with an undoubtedly Kataangsty story.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears

Katara was in a panic. They had just finished in a battle with Azula. Well, at least, she was done. Everyone else was still trying to chase away the insane princess, the gloomy girl, and the circus-freak. Katara had side-stepped this one and put it in the hands of Sokka and Toph to fight. Aang had been badly hurt. Azula had shot lightening at him while he was dodging some daggers. Katara had screamed a warning, but it had been too late. Aang had fallen. Now Katara was running over to him to see if he was okay.

And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave

Toph and Sokka finally were able to fight off the dangerous threesome. Katara was glad. Now all the focus would be on Aang, maybe that would help. She beckoned the other two over, and they came right away.

'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

Azula definitely didn't leave without making her mark. She had left a lingering pain on everyone, mostly on Aang, and it was radiating to everyone. His pain was their pain. It was almost as if Azula was still there.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Katara tried with all her might. She really did. Sokka ran faster than he ever did before to go get clean water, and Toph supplied rags. Once Sokka came back the rags were placed in the water and the dampened cloth was then applied on Aang's forehead. Katara then used the extra water to try to heal Aang's wound. Regularly, she would start with the minor wounds and move on from that. This time, she went straight for the major one. Katara concentrated so hard, but it was just not good enough. And the wound was just too deep. Katara was sobbing. It wasn't working! Behind her, Sokka hugged Toph and she returned it. The look on Aang's face was almost enough to kill them, it was so pained. His breathing was forced and ragged. He was holding onto a thin thread. They all knew that. Katara just wished she could go back in time and throw herself in front of Aang. She would gladly face the consequences just to know he was alright.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

Katara remembered all the times they were there for each other. In pain, in fear, in happiness, in uncertainty. It was hard to believe that all that was being threatened. Tears stained Katara's cheeks and she tried to choke down the sobs ripping from her throat. Terrified. That was a good word to explain Katara's emotions at this time. She stared down at Aang's face. It looked similar to hers. While he was suffering physical pain she was suffering from emotional pain. She wondered which one was worse. Fear and confusion were also written on his face. Katara knew how it felt for him. They all felt it, too. Katara's slim hand grasped Aang's limp one. She squeezed it lightly. She could've swore she felt him squeeze back. You still have me, here, Aang. Katara thought. I won't let anything happen. Never.

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

It finally became so late that everyone decided they should all get some sleep. Katara refused to leave Aang alone for even one second, so as Sokka and Toph carefully led him to his bed, Katara concluded she would stay in his room. Katara sat by him and watched him in his pained sleep. Slowly, she felt her eyes begin to droop. She struggled to keep them open, but she was fighting a loosing battle. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep. However, her dreams were unsettling.

Katara looked around. All around there were memories of her with Aang in round orbs that were surrounded by mist. She studied them. There were happy memories and sad memories. When Aang gave her the flower necklace. When Aang almost drowned from the Unagi. When Katara first kissed Aang on his cheek. When she found out Aang kept the whereabouts of her dad a secret. When Aang danced with her at the secret dance party. When Aang got shot down with lightening. Then, when Aang woke up three weeks later. Aang. Aang, Aang, Aang. All these memories. She remembered when she first found Aang in the ice burg. He was so captivating. He had an air of excitement around him wherever he went. He made her feel comfortable, even if he was a stranger at the time. It was odd. Then, she saw the newest added memory to the collection. She saw Aang, in pain, on the floor of the forest grounds, she saw herself run over to him. She saw herself desperately trying to heal him. Then she gave up.

Katara turned from this awful memory. Behind her she saw an image of Aang's face. It was not the friendly, cheerful face she grew so fond of. Instead, it was blank. His eyes were closed and bruises decorated his cheeks and forehead. It looked so empty, so lifeless, so...dead. Katara's face filled with horror.

"No..." she whispered. "No. No! NO! NOOOOO!" she started screaming, as the realization dawned on her. "No! It can't be! This isn't happening!" He's not dead, he's not...

Words. Echoing words. "You gave up on me." It repeated. The voice sounded right next to her. She turned, but no one was there. Everywhere she looked, she found no one. When her senses were starting to come back, she realized who the voice belonged to. Her eyes widened.

"Aang!?"

She looked everywhere, but all she could see was his dead face, and hear those words chanting. "You gave up on me, you gave up on me."

The image of her healing him, and then throwing the water to the side resurfaced. "I DID give up on him!" she realized. "I promised I wouldn't let anything happen, and then I abandoned him!"

Katara fell on her knees to sob. The image of Aang's dead face would not erase from her mind, and his echoing words were driving her insane!

"No. No. No." Katara repeated. It seemed to be the only words she could get out. "No! NO!"

"NOOOOOO!!" Katara shot up with a jolt.

She looked around, in a panic. She noted the sweat coating her face.

"It was all a dream..." Katara told herself, inhaling deeply to calm herself down.

Then she remembered the image of Aang's dead face in her dream.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Katara's eyes widened. What if that was a warning, somehow!? Katara worriedly looked to her side. She was confused to find it bare. What!? What happened?

Katara felt around. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness she realized she was inside her tent, in her sleeping bag. Katara stumbled outside to find Aang. Aang can't be dead. I won't believe it until I see it. He can't just leave us like that. Katara's heart ached more than she ever knew it could. She thought for a moment that the pain she was feeling almost evenly matched Aang's. Her wounds were emotional. The only way they could heal was if Aang's did. Katara stopped. A sudden emotion over took her. It was more powerful than all of the stress, frustration, and sadness that she had felt. The emotion wasn't meant to feel melancholy. It only felt that way at times like this. It felt like... love.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

Katara furrowed her brows in frustration. How could she be so stupid? All this time, out of all the things she's been through! She couldn't believe she was realizing it now, of all times! I love Aang... she admitted to herself. She suddenly realized what the dream meant. It showed all the times that caused Katara to love him more and more. In the times of sadness and fear, they were always there for each other. She was always the one to get Aang out of the Avatar state. She comforted him when he cried. She fought away Azula and Zuko to catch Aang when he was struck by lightening. (Of course, Iroh took over later, though.) She was there to hold his hand when he realized Gyatso had died. She always had him, and he always had her. Now that there was a possible chance of death, all that could change.

Katara finally saw Aang lying down on the forest floor with Sokka in his sleeping bag not too far away. Katara stormed over to Sokka and slapped him on the face.

"WHAT!?" Sokka jolted from his sleeping back.

"Sokka! What in the world were you thinking!?" Katara screamed at him.

"I was thinking that you were asleep, and that Aang needed someone to watch over him! So I brought you to your sleeping bag, and I did the job!" Sokka retorted, rubbing his cheek.

"Oh, great job!" Katara said sarcastially. "Only one problem. YOU WERE ASLEEP AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE HEALING ABILITIES!!"

"Yeah, well, I knew you would kill yourself over this, so I didn't want to disturb you! And...well...I guess I just dozed off." Sokka explained.

Katara slapped him again.

"Great job, Sokka! Now I know you really care about our best friend, a vulnerable twelve year old boy, AND the world's last hope for peace!"

With that said, Katara stormed past Sokka, over to Aang, trying concealing her pain. Sokka saw right through her, though. On the inside, he was hurting, too. He felt like beating himself up for falling asleep on Aang like that. But the last thing anyone needed was another bleeding mess to take care of. Besides, Katara needed something to let her anger out on. Unfortunately for him, it was Sokka.

Katara felt Aang's wrist. Her hands were shaking. Nothing... she realized, eyes widening. He's dead...

Right when Katara was about to have a mental breakdown Aang's pulse sprung back to action. But it was slow, and hardly there at all.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

Katara felt relieved. But the next instant it was replaced by hopelessness. He's gone... she told herself. He's still alive, but he's just...not here anymore. He's as good as dead...

Katara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Her hands hovered over Aang's chest to rest on his heart. The steady beating calmed her. Sokka was over the next moment to embrace his hurting sister. He's gone...

Katara finally realized that even though Aang was still here, she was alone. Sokka was here, but she was alone. She loved Aang, and she would never get to tell him.

"He's gone, Sokka." Katara heard herself say out loud. "He's as good as gone."

"No, Katara! Don't give up, yet! Aang still has a chance." Sokka said this, but he himself didn't thoroughly believe it. Everything happened so suddenly, he just wanted to see his best friend smile one last time.

"Don't lie, Sokka!" Katara snapped, sobs releasing themselves from her throat. "I'll heal him everyday, I'll do anything to make him better. But what if it's never the same, even if he does live!?"

Katara buried herself into Sokka's shoulder. Sokka stayed quiet the whole time. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

Never again would Katara wipe away Aang's tears...

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

Never again would she help him out of the Avatar State...

And I held your hand through all of these years

Never again would she feel Aang holding hands with her...

But you still have

But no matter what he'll always have...

All of me
All of me...
All of me

"You will always have me..." Katara whispered to Aang as she drifted off to sleep once more...

Author's Note: Man, did that get me going! I dunno, I was planning a one shot and ended up with a song-fic... Actually I am now thinking of making this a two-shot. I have an idea for the second chapter. So review and tell me what'cha think! Should it be a two-shot? Or is it better left off here? Just to let everyone know, the song used was "My Immortal" by: Evanescence. It's a good song! I know how to play it on the piano! Anyway, I hope this is a good fill-in for Chapter six of "The New Avatar Series". I'm so sorry I've delayed, but remember: I have not forgotten! So yeah, anyways, this one shot may seem extremely cheesy. If it does, just remember there is a giant chunk of cheese behind them the whole time! So that is the reason why!

Peace Out! R&R!