"You wanted to see me?" Zuko asked the next morning, stepping into the Throne Room. Azula was seated on the throne, admiring her sharp nails.

"Yes," she stood and walked down the few steps until she was in front of her brother, "the Dai Lee have captured a rebel. Someone who had tried to break in here, to kill Long Feng. Now, don't get me wrong, I could care less if Long Feng lived or died, but it's just the idea and the nerve of some people who think they can just waltz in someplace unannounced and uninvited."

"What does this have to do with me?" Zuko asked cautiously.

"The rebel, the boy, was captured," Azula paced back and forth as she spoke, "and as my gift to you, brother, I want you to keep him as your servant."

"I don't need a servant," Zuko said, "I can make it on my own. I don't need someone to get me stuff."

Azula smiled, "Still stubborn I see, that's good. But, brother, we have had our differences and so I offer him to you as a kind of peace treaty. Not accepting him would be rude, would it not?"

Zuko glared at her a moment before he answered "Yes," he replied, "it would be."

"Then he will be waiting for you in your chamber when you go there," Azula walked back up the few stairs and sat on the throne, "he'll be awaiting his first order, the way you await mine."

Zuko's eyebrows contorted in anger, but he held his tongue, "Thank you, Azula," he said with a bow, then turned and exited the room, allowing the great doors to bang shut behind him.

"Hey," Ty Lee smiled and ran over to Zuko's side as he walked down the hall, "so...how was your date with Mai?"

"Fine," he answered curtly.

"Just fine?" Ty Lee asked with another smile, "the way Mai talked about it, it didn't sound just 'fine,' I mean, I heard the two of you kissed."

"Yes." Zuko pushed past her and turned down the hallway to his room.

"Slow down, will you?" Ty Lee grabbed Zuko around the forearm, causing him to stop where he was.

"What?" he asked rudely.

"I'm trying to ask you how your date was and you act like you don't give a crap."

"I don't," Zuko replied, shaking Ty Lee off him.

She smiled and called after him, "You'll care eventually. Soon you'll realize how nice it is to have someone there for you, who cares about you as much as you care about them."

Zuko stopped in his tracks a moment, his back facing Ty Lee. He could sense her gaze on him, and after a moment of silence he sighed, and continued walking.

His footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he walked, creating the feeling that he wasn't alone. He looked over his shoulder; Ty Lee had left him, that was for sure.

Stopping outside the door to his room he let his hand rest on the golden knob. His servant was in there. His servant. He didn't want a servant. He could take care of himself. Besides, keeping a servant meant keeping someone a prisoner, and he didn't want to be the bad guy. Not that type, anyway.

With a deep breath he turned the knob and pushed the door open. A gust of cool air and bright streaming sunlight hit him dead on. He squinted from the brightness, only able to make out a dark figure sitting on his bed. The figure stirred upon his arrival and gasped.

"Lee?"

Zuko stopped where he was, straining to see the person before him, but it didn't matter. Only one person could have just called him Lee. But that was impossible.

The teen pushed himself off the bed and backed away, stunned.

Zuko entered the room and closed the door behind him; his eyes had now adjusted and there was no mistaking the form before him. It was Jet.

Zuko stood there, not believing his eyes, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Wait," Jet shook his head wildly; Zuko couldn't help notice the way his hair sparkled from the light streaming through the window, "I'm your servant? They told me I had to serve Prince Zuko."

Zuko frowned, "I am Prince Zuko."

Jet stared at him and took another step back, "I knew you were a firebender, but..."

"But not a royal one?" Zuko crossed his arms, "I can't believe they're making me keep you as a servant."

Jet crossed his arms as well, "I don't want to be your servant," he said, "and if you don't want me then let me go."

"Can't," Zuko shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because, that would be rude."

"Rude? Rude!? Letting me free is not rude! Holding me here as your prisoner, that's rude!"

Zuko shrugged, "I hate this as much as you, but if I want my honor back, I have to keep you."

"Keep me? What, like own me?"

Zuko glared at him, anger bubbling to the surface, "Just shut up!" Zuko said menacingly, "and get out of my room."

"And go where?" Jet asked angrily.

"I don't care," Zuko turned away, "wherever it is servants go."

"Fine with me," Jet walked over to the door and pulled it open, "but last time I tried leaving your room the Dai Lee forced me right back here."

"Out of my room!" Zuko shouted.

Jet gave him a dirty look, then turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Zuko dropped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. First he was having weird dreams about Jet, and now he was his servant. In a way, Zuko was glad it was Jet who he was assigned, that way he could get his revenge for Jet trying to turn him over. Yet, at the same time, it made him sad and nauseas to think of treating Jet like anything less then a human being.

He turned over on his stomach and buried his face in the blankets. Seeing Jet had brought upon him a strange feeling. He had felt the temperature of his skin rise, and his stomach had begun to flip. Sitting up he rubbed his temple, What's happening to me?