What My Brother Doesn't Know

Okay, I probably won't be updating in awhile since my soccer coach is gonna try to kill us by making practice all week INCLUDING SATURDAY :( And evil school...and band. I just had to be like my older sister and take up the things she did. Soccer, Band and (no choice) Homework!

Anywaaaaay, just thought I'd let you guys know. Oh same goes for my other story, Not What They Seem. I'm talking too much, you just wanna read the chapter I got this time.

"Too late, peasant. Your precious boyfriend is gone forever!" Azula laughed maniacally. She held up a 13-year-old boy, barely recogniziable with all the burns upon his skin. Katara saw one of his eye's open weakly.

"K-Katara." He croaked. Azula looked at him in surprise but let him speak his final words. "I w-will a-a-always love y-you." Azula smirked at the crying waterbender before drawing one sharp nailed hand back, crackling with lightning. She plunged two of her nails over his heart and watched as he spasmed violently before going limp.

"AANG!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Katara jerked awake. She tried to get out of bed on instinct but found herself bound. She struggled until she fell out of the bed, barely missing her nightstand, her sheets twisted around her like a sodden cocoon. Her brain finally getting the message that she was awake made her arms and legs stop flailing around and making her situation worse.

"It was only a dream." Katara sighed. She slowly detached herself from the sheets trapping her and pulled them back onto the bed. Instead of laying back down she just sat at the edge of her bed and buried her face in her hands. Nightmares had suddenly plagued her dreams at night and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because it's that week. She shivered and clutched her arms which had goosebumps.

It had been oddly cold in the Fire Nation recently. Maybe it was because the whole world was remembering this was the week the Avatar defeated the Fire Lord, and the same week the war had started. She suddenly thought of something, her dreams keep making it her and Aang fighting off Azula and not Zuko. Aang took the hit Aang had almost...did...die in her dreams.

Katara shivered again and curled up into a ball. Two years she had lived this week without nightmares, just uncomfortable silence all over the nations. Why was this week different? The more she thought about it, the worse her thoughts became. She tried to shake it off and go back to sleep but found she couldn't.

Katara whimpered and crawled out of bed and out the door, headed to the one person she knew could help her.

"Aang?" Katara hadn't bothered to knock and quietly opened the door to see the young monk meditating. She quietly tip-toed over to his sitting form and sat down beside him. Katara leaned against his shoulder and one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders while a wide smile graced his lips.

Aang's eyes were sparkling with joy until he saw that her eyes were red and she was slightly shaking. He moved so he was behind her and snaked his arms around her waist.

"What's wrong Katara?" Aang breathed into her ear.

Katara shuddered and leaned further into his chest. "Nightmares." She sighed. She looked up to see her boyfriend frowning. Worry was in his eyes, so she reached up and playfully tugged at the dark bangs falling around his head as he gazed down at her. His eyes shifted to amusement before settling on a mixture of the two.

"You want to talk about it?"

Katara sighed and nodded. "Remember the fight between Azula, Zuko and me?" Aang stiffened, apparently knowing where this was going. Taking this as a yes Katara continued. "In my dream it's not Zuko who I'm fighting with, who's taking the hit and survive." Katara felt tears well up in her eyes and one or two escaped, "It's you...and you don't survive."

Aang tightened his grip on her and buried his face into her hair. "I've had dreams like that before, and sometimes after, I had to face Ozai and defeat him. You want to know a little secret?" Katara looked up at him, momentarily forgetting her dreams and now focused on her curiosity. "I lied about my dreams." He saw the girl in his arms was confused. "Only some were about all of my friends dying, both you guys and the airbenders. The rest, were only you."

"Aang..."

Aang smiled, "I'm confused too."

"You've been having nightmares too?" Katara asked incredulously. He certainly didn't act like it, then again, neither did she.

"Mmhmm."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't important."

"To me it is."

Aang's eyes showed his guilt, he knew she would say that. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to worry about me." Katara opened her mouth, "More than you do right now. I know you know I've been stressed out from all these pointless meetings and biased arguments." A playful smile worked it's way onto his face. "Aaaaand, I didn't want you to grow gray hairs at the age of 16!"

The waterbender burst out laughing which caused her boyfriend to grin and laugh along with her. "I guess that's a valid excuse." She said and snuggled closer, a content smile across her features.

They sat like that for who knows how long before Aang caught her trying to hide a yawn. "Come on. I see someone who needs to go to bed."

"Who?" She asked and looked around the room. "Not me." Aang smirked when she stifled another yawn.

"Go to bed or I'll drag you there." He nudged her playfully and stood up, extending a hand to her.

Katara gasped and took his hand, "The Avatar dragging his own girlfriend to bed? Why I never..." She mocked.

"Kataraaa..."

"Alright, alright. I'm going." Katara walked away. He started to pick up the candles that were previously set before him while he was meditating and put them on his desk when he heard blankets being disturbed. He turned around and saw someone under the covers of the bed.

Aang rolled his eyes and walked to the side of the bed where the someone was at. He stood there until the girl's blue eye's opened and stared back at him.

"What? You said go to bed..." Katara grinned mischievously, "you just forgot to mention which bed to go to. Care to join me?"

Aang smiled in amusement. "I guess." He took off his shirt and instead of walking to the opposite side he jumped over Katara and landed on the bed. She squeaked when his weight made her bounce into the air and rolled over to face him.

"That was mean." She pouted when he laughed, but gave in when he kissed her. While she was distracted he pulled the covers over himself and brought her closer. They soon broke and Katara rolled back over to keep him from trying to make out with her. She enjoyed his affection, but was too tired. She groaned in protest when he attacked her neck instead. "Aang," She giggled when he licked her ear, a place where she was oddly ticklish. "Go to sleep."

"Five minutes ago you didn't want to." She could pratically feel his smirk and nudged his chest with her elbow.

"Maybe, but now I do so go to sleep." Katara giggled again when he groaned in disappointment.

"But Kataraaaa..."

"No."

"Fine." There was silence, Katara had almost drifted off when Aang's arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his bare chest. "I love you." He whispered.

Katara beamed. She turned over, her face just inches away from his and took his cheeks into her hands. She gave him a short, sweet kiss then used his chest as her pillow. "I love you too." Katara fell asleep to the steady beat of her lover's heart.

That night (and for many more to come) their dreams were only of their love for each other.