Katara opened her eyes. The smell of fish cooking filled her nostrils. She looked around. She was surrounded by green walls and wonderful furnishings. She sat up. She had been sleeping in a very comfortable bed. The house she was in looked like it had been made for a very rich commoner. Katara tried to get up out of her bed, but the shocking pain in her wounded leg sent her right back down onto the bed. She examined her leg. There was a soft white bandage wrapped around it, tightened nicely. She was relieved to find that it was wrapped. But who? She could barely remember what had happened that night. All she could remember was Zuko carrying her, and fire flying everywhere...And she remember water. Over her head...And the blood in the water. And then everything had gone black.

"You awake?" Zuko peaked his head out from another room. He had green Earth Kindgom clothes, and he had cut off his ponytail.

Katara blinked. He looked so...Different! She nodded, and let him serve her some fresh tea, eggs, and some fish. "What happened?" She asked in a commanding tone.

Zuko shot her a confused look as he pulled up a chair next to her bed. "You mean when Commander Zhao attacked my ship because I crossed the Fire Nation border and my ship sunk to the bottom of the sea?"

Katara nodded. "I fainted. What happened after that?" She bit into the eggs, which Zuko had melted some specialy zesty cheese on top of them. He's a pretty good cook, Katara thought.

"I swam us to the shore, which was about 2 days away. We landed on Ba Sing Se's dock, so I...Well, I stole some clothes and put them on...I had to!" He folded his arms across his chest as Katara gave him a disapproving look.

"Let me guess, you stole this nice house, too?" Katara chimed in with an accusing tone.

Zuko shook his head. "Someone loned it to me for, uh," He swallowed. "Your necklace."

Katara gasped. "WHAT? YOU SOLD MY NECKLACE?" She tried to get up again but was then quickly reminded that her leg was still hurt. "How could you?" Anger surged through her and she threw the fish he had cooked her at his chest. It slid helplessly to the floor, and made a splat sound as it did. It almost made her laugh, but her anger took it's place instead.

Zuko stood up. "I saved your life! You should be thanking me!" He exclaimed. He picked up the fish and tossed it back onto her plate. "Don't waste good food!"

Katara frowned. "You're a prince! Shouldn't you have some sort of money? Why should you have to sell my necklace?"

Zuko shook his head. "Don't you know? I'm a banished prince. I've got nothing." He put his arms up in the air as a symbol. "Nothing."

Katara shook her head. How could he go and sell her necklace like that? He had no right to do that. "My mother gave me that necklace," She said, a crack in her voice sounded as she thought of her mother. The only thing she had to remember her mother by was sold to some Earth Kingdom commoner! "I want you to get it back!"

Zuko shook his head as he sat back down on the wooden chair. "I can't. The guy who I sold it to told me that if there was any way I was going to be able to rent this house was if I could pay him with something. I pulled out your necklace and he liked it, said it was an antique of some sort. He then said that the pirates would pay a great deal for that. So it's probably long gone by now."

Katara felt sick. There was no way she was getting her necklace back now. And Zuko was to blame. "You just had to go and do something stupid, didn't you?"

"You're welcome! I saved your life! I cooked you food! I even wrapped your leg up!"

Katara pretended to ignore him, although it was hard to miss his loud and obnoxious voice. He was right...She owed him her life. But she wouldn't even had been in this mess if it weren't for him in the first place!

Zuko left the room, and she heard him running the dishes. After 10 minutes, the water pump turned off, and he came into the room with wet hands, the water dripping onto the floor.

"I'm leaving." He said, rubbing a towel against his hands.

Katara's jaw dropped. Her mind raced with questions as new worries arised, panic striking her mind. "You're just going to leave me here? Alone? You could at least call a doctor or something! And what about this house? You're just going to leave me here to deal with this house? I'm hurt! I can barely move! And you're going to walk out on me like this? I should've seen this coming; I mean, you are prince Zuko!"

Zuko's mouth turned into a surprised smile. "Slow down," He laughed. "I'm only going to the market."

"Oh..." Katara blushed as she looked down at her empty plate. "Here," She handed him the plate, but she didn't let go of it when he grabbed it.

"Wha-" Zuko began to say.

Katara searched his eyes. "What now, Zuko? Are you just going to take care of me until I'm well enough to kick your butt again? Are you going to get a job here and find a new life? And what about your Uncle? Where did he go?" She let go of the plate.

Zuko sat down at the edge of her bed. Something was different about him. "I don't know, Katara. I'm just as confused as you are. Mabye even more."

Katara watched as he fingered the small crumbs on her plate. "What are you going to do?"

Zuko shook his head. He looked into her eyes. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do...But..." He paused for a moment, looking down at the plate. "I could help you find your friends."

"You would?" She asked with confusion.

Zuko stood up, frusteration eminating in his eyes. "Well? Do you want me to help you find your friends?"

She nodded. "I guess that would be nice." She was extremely confused. Just a day ago, he had been treating her like garbage...And now, he was acting as if nothing had happened. As if he had never tied her to a tree in the first place, as if he had never gagged her mouth.

"Ok. As soon as your leg gets better, we'll look for them. And when we're done, I'll look for my uncle."

Katara nodded. It sounded like an ok plan. But what after that? Would he continue hunting Aang? She thought of how he had treated her on his ship, and his plans of capturing Aang. "What about your crew?"

Zuko winced. "I'm not sure they survived. Let alone my Uncle. We'll have to wait and see. All I know is I had to get to shore, as soon as possible. That's what I did. I'm hoping my Uncle's fate was just as bright as ours."

Katara nodded. How grim it would be to find out that his Uncle died in the bombing. She hoped, for Zuko's sake, that he was alive. Who else did he have? He had said he was banished. Katara was starting to put the bits and pieces of his story together...He was a prince. And he had been banished from his own nation. And he had been hunting Aang for some reason. He had alot going on. She still wasn't sure if she trusted him or not. But, she had to trust him, or she wouldn't make it through the next few days.

Zuko waved his hand slightly as he left the house, letting a refreshing breeze in, hitting Katara in the face. The cold wind reminded her of the times on Appa with Aang and Sokka. Sorrow took place as she thought of her brother and her friend. Would she ever see them again? And were they even looking for her? She hoped that soon, very soon, they would find her. Because she didn't want to have to travel with Zuko to find Aang and Sokka. Zuko could turn on her, and attack Aang. Zuko could be lying to her this whole time, still using her as bait. The minute her leg healed up, Katara knew what she would have to do. She would have to betray Zuko, no matter what happened. She couldn't be friends with the enemy, and she couldn't trust him. She wouldn't put Aang's life in danger. Not now. Not ever. It all hung on how long it took her leg to heal-if it ever did. She hadn't seen how bad the gnash had been, but she remembered blood...Lot's of blood. If that didn't say enough, she wasn't sure what else did.