Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar, Zuko and Katara would have gotten together...and their not.

A/N: Hmm…Let's see- I think that right now, people are thinking of Katara as very forward with the whole 'sexualness' of her and Zuko, but Katara's not (trying not) to think of him in that way, and they should act like nothings weird is going on, but that doesn't mean she's not thinking of other stuff.

Chapter Two: Someone Dies-Someone Lives

"Hello, I have some very unfortunate news for you Katara." the lady in black said. Katara looked up from her painting.

"Prince Zuko was killed last night in his room-we don't know who did it- but his Uncle told us that you should be the second to know." Katara looked at the lady wide-eyed, tears building up in her eyes.

"Z-Zuko? No? He's not dead!" Katara jumped up angrily, her easel flying across the room. She dropped to the ground and began to cry. "Zuko…-"

"Zuko…Zuko…Zuko." Katara rolled around oddly in her bed, as if she was trying to escape some invisible rope that was holding her to the bed. Katara's eyes popped open, it was just a dream-just a nightmare. She looked around the room, and got frightened, everything seemed frightening to her for some reason. It was completely dark, and Katara could barely see a see a thing. The moon shined through the window, casting a glow on only one thing, Zuko. He was sound asleep, his blanket half off him, and he wasn't snoring. Katara climbed off the bed, and sat kneeled to him.

"Zuko?" Katara tapped him on the shoulder. For some reason she needed to make sure he was okay, even though it was a dream. "Zuko." she said again, slightly scared this time. Zuko rolled over facing Katara, opening his eyes.

"Katara, what's wrong?" he asked sitting up. Katara pushed him back down gently, laying him back down;

"Sorry, Zuko, I had a nightmare-and I was…um-scared." She was afraid to admit she was scared, she didn't want to come off as weak-especially to Zuko.

"I'm sorry to wake you up." she apologized. She was about to get up to go back to her bed, when Zuko grabbed her hand; and sort of reeled her in, so she was half laying, half kneeling next to him.



"Don't worry-I'll protect you." he mumbled sleepingly. She smiled at him, but his eyes were already closed. Katara snuggled closer to him. She closed her eyes, and soon enough she went into a dreamless sleep.

Zuko opened his eyes to an incredibly bright room. Katara was peacefully sleeping beside him. Her skin was sooth, her hair was in two neat braids, her nightgown was a tad up in the back, he quickly turned away trying to get away any indecent thoughts about her. Katara mumbled something in her sleep, and turned over, so she was facing Zuko. He longed to kiss her- but he suspected her to wake up any moment, and couldn't take the chance.

Zuko got up and stretched, just as Katara opened her eyes. He looked smooth and sexy from where she laid. The sun was hitting him just right from, and looking up and him, she could see his muscles flex. Katara giggled pointy, and Zuko looked down at her,

"Wow-someone takes care of themselves." Katara teased. Zuko looked down at her and smirked,

"Someone's admiring deeply." Zuko teased back, Katara's cheeks turned slightly pink. She got up and stretched too,

"Don't flatter yourself." Katara joked. Zuko smiled,

"I think I will actually." he said, smirking at her. Katara smiled,

"I'm not saying you don't look good without a shirt though." Katara teased, looking him up and down. Zuko turned red, and laughed nervously,

"You either- I mean you're…" Katara looked him deep in the eyes, and Zuko looked back, the world seemed to stop for a second, nothing else existed but him and her as he said, "Beautiful." Katara gave him a sweet smile, blushing uncontrollably. She looked down, trying to hide it,

"Thanks, Zuko." Katara said. It had turned slightly awkward, but not unpleasant. Finally Zuko dismissed himself saying that he was going to help his Uncle make breakfast, and Katara was glad.

She sat on the bed, slightly dazed. What was wrong with her? She can't like Zuko like that! She tried getting him out of her head, but he kept popping up at random times. Katara got dressed in her water bending outfit, a white half tank, and a skirt that went just above her knee.



Katara went downstairs to the tea shop, were she saw Zuko whispering franticly to his Uncle. Katara went over to a table and sat down; the two stopped talking as soon as they saw here.

"The shop is open, now." Uncle Iroh called out to many people who were walking along the street. He turned the closed sign to open, then went back inside to get ready for the morning rush. Zuko came over to her table, carrying to cups of jasmine tea and two bagels.

"I was thinking if you wanted to we could practice our bending." Katara suggested, taking a sip of her tea, she was starting to get really cold.

"What sounds cool, I'll go get dressed." Zuko said setting down his tea, and getting up, and going back up the apartment above the shop.

Katara continued to drink her tea, when someone sat down across from her,

"Excuse me someone's…-" Katara looked at him wide-eyed

"Remember me?"

Katara felt like she was going to scream-but she didn't she just spoke softly, one word:

"Jet?"

A/n: If you thought Jet was dead…you were mistaken…bam!! I'm good. Please leave a review and tell me if you like it so far, also sorry for the short chapter. Also you may be wondering why I named the chapter 'someone dies someone lives' well it was because Zuko dies in her dream, and Jet is alive. Nuff said, I shall update soon.