A/N: Well, ONE person likes my story. So, therefore, in the hopes of pleasing my reviewer, and gaining more, here is the second chapter. I'm kinda making it up as I go along, although I have a vague, not entirely original plot idea to make this slightly more interesting in a while.

But for now, more teasing Zuko.

Chapter: Amila the Supreme Avatar

Zuko groaned as Lucy shot fire from her fists for the 14th time in a row.

'This is sooooo much fun – I don't know why you guys bothered in invade the world and destroy everyone's lives; you could have just stayed at home playing with fire.' She did an embarrassingly complicated cartwheel, fire fanning out from her feet and hands, making blazing sigils in the air. Eventually she landed on her feet next to Zuko, and patted him on the head. 'Don't worry Zuzu, I promise I'll stop showing off now.'

He made a disgusted sound, and turned his head away. Lucy shrugged, and walked back to Iroh, now packing up their few things. 'Zuko's a total emo, you know that? He's kinda depressing me.'

'Zuko will soon grow used to you,' replied Iroh.

'Well, maybe. Ready to go?' she asked, taking her pack.

'I believe so. Do you know which direction we'll be going in?' asked Iroh.

Lucy started. 'Direction? Oh, you think we're going to walk? Nope, I have this,' she held up a small talisman on a leather thong. 'It's called a Wind-Walking Talisman. It's a relic of the Airbenders, given to me by the ones that sent me here.'

'And who exactly sent you here?' asked Zuko, walking up.

Lucy tapped the side of her nose. 'Need to know only info Zuzu.' Zuko glowered. 'Now, both of you, hold onto the string. This could be a bumpy ride.'

'What do you mean?' asked Zuko suspiciously.

'I mean,' sighed Lucy, 'That you have to be a proficient Airbender to use this well, and I'm just a rookie. But it shouldn't be too bad.'

Zuko looked horrified. 'So, not only do you expect me to entrust myself to an Airbender gadget, but you don't know how it works properly either?'

Lucy looked sheepish, then grinned. 'There are two ways we can do this Zuzu; either you take hold of the talisman and shut up, or I turn on the OCC-inducing aura, and we try the kissing scene again.'

Zuko flushed, and slowly gripped the leather string. 'Good,' she nodded. 'Iroh?'

The old man nodded as well, and his hand also grasped the cord. Lucy held the small, flat stone, engraved with a spiral, and raised her other hand. She made a sign in the air, and all three of them felt wind whooshing past them, whipping Iroh and Lucy's long hair around her face, and ruffling what little hair Zuko had.

They were blasted apart as they landed on sand, and the two firebenders were thrown in sand dunes. Zuko sat up, coughing. 'That is IT! I don't care who you are, or whatever you're supposed to be protecting me from, but-' he saw Lucy lying by a large rock. 'ZOMG! Lucy!' he ran to her, lifting her by the arms, and stroking the hair from her face. 'Uncle, she's hit her head.' He hugged her, tears running down his face.

Iroh put a hand on his shoulder. 'Uh…Zuko…'

'No Uncle! You must go, and fetch help. I will stay here, with her,' he wept. 'I can only hope that-'

Iroh slapped him. 'Wake up boy! She's been knocked unconscious, and not in control of herself.'

Zuko shook his head. 'No, Uncle, I must-'

'Erk,' said Lucy, raising her head slightly. 'I think I hit my head…hey, Zuzu, what d'you doing?'

Zuko paused in the act of curling his fingers through a strand of her hair, a look of horror on his face.

Lucy laughed, and stood up, brushing sand off her skirt. 'Sorry, again.' She looked around, ''kay, Iroh, did we get there?'

'To be honest,' he admitted. 'I have no idea.'

'Hmm. Well, we're in a desert. And Omashu is near a desert. I think this is a very good sign.'

'What? Just because we're in a desert doesn't mean-'

'THIS,' she said loudly. 'IS A VERY GOOD SIGN.'

'What?'

Lucy sighed. 'I don't even know anymore. Anyway, let's find Aang and the others.'

Iroh looked around. 'What makes you think we're anywhere here where they are?'

'Because! I just do! I'm a Mary-sue, and Mary-sues ALWAYS end up somewhere where they can conveniently meet up with the heroes.' She started climbing up a san dune. 'Come on people! We have Mary-sues to defeat.'

Iroh shrugged at his nephew, and followed the girl. Zuko sighed, and also began to climb.

'Look, we're sorry, but we don't believe you're an Bender unless you actually DO some Bending,' explained Sokka to Amila.

The pink haired girl sighed romantically, ignoring him. 'So you see, we must go to the Fire Nation immediately, and steal back the amulet that contains my fabulous powers, so I can help the Avatar to save the world!'

The Gaang blinked. 'Look, uh, Amila?' said Aang. 'We're not going to the Fire Nation right now. We're going to Omashu – I need to learn Earthbending!'

'But don't you see!?' cried Amila. 'Only with my aid can you defeat the Fire Lord!'

'Okay,' said Katara, fed up, 'I don't know who you are, or what your deal is, but we DON'T BELIEVE YOU. GO AWAY.'

Amila turned her brilliant purple eyes on the Waterbender. 'But…Katara….please….'

Whatever sickly pleading she was going to try next was cut short by a katana blade sweeping through her neck. Her head fell off, falling in the sand, and her body followed, showing Lucy, grinning, and standing in a dramatic stance with her katana raised high, dripping blood on the sand. 'Hey guys?'

'Who are you?!' asked Sokka.

Lucy sheathed her sword, and flicked her hair back. 'Name's Lucy. I'm here to protect you from girls like her,' she indicated Amila, 'And other stuff.' She stuck out a hand to Aang. 'Yo.'

Aang blinked up her. 'What?'

Lucy sighed. 'Gawd, this is going to take ages…okay, there's a rip in the fandoms, and because of this fangirls, fanboys, shippers, Mary-sues and all manner of ghastly threat to the canon have entered.' She quinted at the horizon. 'Oh look, there they are.' She pointed at a cloud of dust moving towards them. 'Prepare for battle, guys; the fans are coming.'