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Warnings: I have none…nothing really happens yet…Oh I have one watch out for those typos their deadly! -'

If Zuko hadn't followed Katara into the fire she probably would have burned alive, looking for her brother. She knew that bitterly but now her only hope was that Sokka got out before the Fire Nation found him; but she knew him better than that. Sokka would have stayed and fought to get every last person out of that camp even if it killed him (and it might have). Though if Sokka was still alive he would be with the Fire Nation now, and who knows what they would do with him. For his sake she hoped he was with their mother but for her own, she hope for his life.

Katara let out a long relieving sigh as she sunk into the cool spring water; it felt good on her burnt back. She managed to burn most of her exposed skin in the fire, but Zuko, Zuko came out completely fine, not even a scratch on his body. She still felt anger toward him; she wanted nothing more than to hate him, though he did just save her life even if he was a little rough about it.

Zuko stared out at the water for a moment Katara stood there with only he shoulders exposed. She was rolling her head on her shoulders deep in thought. Her hair was let down only the ends of it wet yet. "I have-"he began snapping himself out of his daze.

"What are you doing!?" Katara screamed as the blood rushed to her face faster than she knew what was going on. Quickly she dunked into the water so only her head was exposed. "I'm bathing!"

He raised his eyebrow slowly staring at the Waterbender; he wasn't embarrassed he didn't even completely understand what he had done wrong. In the fire nation it was common to bath together, male and female alike. "So," he began again.

"Turn around." She hissed throwing water into his face. The Southern Water Tribe did not feel the same way.

"What the-"he sputtered at the slap of water to his face. "Fine," he grumbled turning around.

"I have dinner ready back at camp when ever you're done bathing," he rolled his eyes and marched away.

"Maybe I shouldn't have splashed him," she mused to herself after he was out of sight. "But then again he shouldn't have just walked up like that, he should have warned me." She grumbled.

After some time and after her skin started to turn to prunes Katara pulled herself out of the water, with the burns on her body completely healed now. She pulled on her clothes and wondered back to their make shift camp. Zuko at least had some supplies that he would share for the time being until she could manage to get some of her own.

It was almost nightfall by this point and the sky was lit a bright pink, the tree casting large shadows over the camp. The prince sat by the fire it's light dancing on his face while he ate. She noticed a plate of fish was sitting by the fire for her. It also looked like he had pulled some logs around the fire pit for them to sit on and there was a small tent she guessed they were to share.

Zuko cast a glance at the girl than turn back to the fire. He knew she was there and she hadn't made a noise. Slowly she walked over and settled on the other log, more awkward silence.

She suddenly wasn't sure if she should apologize fore splashing him or not, but decided he had it coming if not for sneaking up on her but for all the other evil things he had done in the past was a good enough reason. Bitterness seemed to wreak more havoc on her heart than she ever thought it was possible.

"Here," He said holding out the plate now. She nodded reaching for it and he pulled it back. "Or am I going to get splashed for offering it," he smirked raising his eyebrow.

With a sigh Katara took the plate from him, "No, and you had it coming."

"Sure," Zuko chuckled putting a mouth full of fish into his mouth. He watched her while he ate carefully, almost untrusting. It unnerved her; how his eyes ever left her. She tried avoiding eye contact by looking into the fire. It had no wood to it; it burned merely because He was there. It was bizarre sitting with a Firebender and not wanting him dead. Her eyes fell back on to him and he still stared. His golden eyes scanning her analyzing her it made her skin crawl. "Your necklace, it's gone." He said after he finished the food in front of him.

"Oh, um…" She stuttered how long had she been staring at him, she hadn't even touched her food and his was gone. "It got stolen." she whispered reaching for wear it used to be. That was a lie though; she had sold it for medicine for a small girl about a year ago; the girl died anyway. She'd planned to buy it back but when she returned it was gone, she cried for months afterward. She still can hardly bare loosing part of her past like that.

He sat there for a while watching her face some more then reached into his bag pulling out a small worn pouch. "Here, this might belong to you then." He said the words almost too fast for her to understand him then he looked away almost, ashamed.

Katara cautiously took the pouch from him and stared at it. She dared not hope what she already hoped it to be. She felt the leather pouch in her hand it smells of sandalwood much like he did, he must have been carrying it for a while. She hesitated to open it as she slowly tugged at the strings if it wasn't what she hoped she would cry and if it was she would also cry. And with a shake the small blue choker fell into her lap.

The tears didn't come at first; like she had expected, she only stared at the glossy stone, her grandmother's engagement necklace; to a man she never married. Carefully she put it around her neck, it felt strange rubbing against her skin but very familiar. The tears ran down her cheeks. She wouldn't have found the words to thank the Prince even if she had the voice to speak them. And with that she trusted him.