A/N: Thanks for so many reviews, guys! I'm swamped with over fifteen! (Yes, that's a lot for me, don't be jealous…:D) Well, at the request of Wishing Only Wounds The Heart, I have decided to put the remainder of the shows in story format instead of script format. I had many an internal war over this issue, but her request made up my mind. So…I will make it as clear as I can with the story format, and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of the characters in it. The answers from the characters in this fic are purely up for interpretation, as they are just my suspicions for what will occur on the actual show.

"Hey guys! We're back!"

FallShort rolled her eyes. "You say that every time, JFreak."

JesusFreak glared at her indignantly. "You're point is…?"

"Never mind…just get on with the introduction," FallShort knew that there would be no use arguing with the obsessive, overacting, impulsive (must I go on?) girl, so she made a quick decision to leave it very much alone. Unfortunately, JesusFreak, being what she was, took it very much the wrong way, and made a quick decision for herself…to antagonize her older sister. In simpler terms, torture her terribly and inhumanely.

"What's that supposed to mean? Why do I have to do the intro all the time? Why can't you once it a while?"

FallShort closed her eyes, knowing what answering would mean…a long and prolonged argument, one that they didn't have time for. Nevertheless, she plowed forward with her 'matter-of-fact'—ness. "This is only the fourth show, and you haven't given me a chance to do the introductions. You always bull forward as soon as we're rolling."

"Oh yeah?" JesusFreak countered lamely. She was losing the argument before it really got kicked up and running, but she didn't care, and she pushed forward blindly.

"Yeah." FallShort pressed her advantage, knowing exactly what would be her little sister's reply.

"Oh YEAH?"

The corners of FallShort's mouths curled upward. She was playing right into the bait.

"Yeah!"

"Oh Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"OH YEAH?"

"Yeah!"

"OH YEAH?"

"YEAH!"

"OH YEAH?"

"YES."

"OH YE…wait, why'd you say yes?"

"Because I wanted to change up this dull conversation a bit. What were we talking about again? I forgot." Of course, this wasn't entirely true…okay, it was a straight-faced lie…through her teeth. She remembered exactly why they had begun arguing, but she knew her sister would have no idea. Sure enough…

"We were arguing?"

Rolling her eyes, FallShort decided to be sarcastic, despite the fact that it would be completely lost on JesusFreak. "No."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Because we did."

"Wait…huh?"

"Well…" FallShort turned to the audience, satisfied that she had bashed and bested her sister and escaped without a scratch. "Now, on to the remainder of our interrupted show…"

"Wait…the camera's rolling? Monkey!"

FallShort slapped a palm to her forehead, took five deep breaths, and resolved to ignore JesusFreak completely for the remainder of the show. "Okay! Today, we have our reviewers in the audience! And they will be asking their questions from their places, forcing the characters to look at the audience, therefore making them even more uncomfortable!"

"Yes!" cried JesusFreak, finally tuning in to the present. "And today, we have Darkwrite…HI!...an anon named…Michelle…FireNutZuko…Heihachi-Katayama…and supercdogg95, who is our special guest! (Consider yourself lucky, I just barely was able to sneak you in past security, aka FallShort)…"

FallShort crosses her arms. "Why did you sneak supercdogg in? I would have let any reviewer come in! You make me seem so much more awful than I am!"

JesusFreak smiled inwardly, thinking, If you'd seen supercdogg's review you would have banned her from this set… But instead of saying it, she grinned and spoke to the camera. "Well, anyway, we have a character that we're going to bring in…we're going to have to hide their identity so he…I mean, they, won't be mauled by vicious fan girls…yeah…"

FallShort took over from her sister, eager to get started. "Yes! So, Scotty! Bring our newest character onstage!"

Scotty, the burly stage assistant slash dirty-worker-for-the-entertainment-of-good-readers appeared, dragging a teenage figure with an opaque bag tied over their head. The man plopped the figure, who was undoubtedly dressed in an outfit very much like a certain character…

"Okay, Scotty, lets give him some air, and…security, double your number of officers surrounding the fan girl section!"

Several more security guards joined the already large number around the fan girls' seats, who were beginning to get restless, knowing deep somewhere in their crazed minds what was coming.

JesusFreak leaned on her elbow on the conference table and let out a bored sigh. Scotty waited expectantly, and finally, JesusFreak rolled her eyes, and pulled out a pair of earplugs.

"What are those for?"

JesusFreak had already placed them in her ears, and she spoke louder than necessary to her sister beside her. "YOU'LL SEE…"

FallShort rolled her eyes and turned to Scotty, about to give the order, when she realized that their burly assistant also had earplugs in. And they were pink. "New fads these days…" she shook her head, and finally motioned toward the bagged figure.

"Let him go, Scotty."

The muscular employee untied the bag, and pulled it off with a flourish. He covered his already plugged ears. Beside FallShort, JesusFreak was doing the same. She glanced at them, annoyed. "What's wrong with y…"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

FallShort was thrown off her chair and to the floor by the resulting sound wave that roared from the crowd. She was rendered deaf, blind, mute, and lame, all because of the rabid fan girl assault as they rose screaming from their chairs and rushed forward, jumping over seats, steps, and other rabid fan girls, pressing against the horrified, deaf security officials, who shouted back at them uselessly and pulled out their self-defense pistols.

The fan girls were indeed rabid, and there was much kicking and screaming and shouting that often ended in bloody catfights. Someone must have called 9-1-1, because before long ambulance nurses, policemen, and firemen soon were swarming among the disoriented crowd, carrying off the injured and the fatally wounded, several of whose bodies were completely torn apart in a gruesome, terrifying picture.

JesusFreak watched the carnage before her patiently, as her sister writhed in agony on the floor behind the table, and she nodded slowly to Scotty, and he inclined his head and left the stage, unnoticed, while the character, frozen in place, stared at the crowd, not even blinking his golden eyes, the scarred left half of his face gleaming nastily under the stage lights.

Yes, for those of you that are dense enough to not have figured it out by now, the character is Zuko.

Finally, after the medics had carried away nearly half of the audience, as well as the completely out-of-it FallShort, JesusFreak smiled and spoke brightly to what was left of the horrified crowd.

"Well, that went well."

Zuko, suddenly realizing that another human being that was neither dying nor dead was sitting in relative close proximity to him (approximately five feet) turned his head abruptly and stared at the host as if she was an alien that had dropped out of the sky and into his lap.

"I hope you're happy," JesusFreak stated, fully intending to force a guilt trip on him. "Because of you several innocent…wait, never mind, rabid fan girls are not innocent…are dead! Not to mention my sister and co-host is in the ICU because of severe damage to her eardrums and possibly her brain…wait, actually, I'm pretty sure the brain damage already existed…"

A look of puzzlement crossed the prince's face. "Because of me?"

"No, because of the dead fly in the corner! Yes, because of you!"

Zuko seemed to regain some of his usual thin layer of composure, and he glared at her from under his long ebony bangs. Hmm… JesusFreak thought, If I was an obsessive fan girl right now I believe I would be freaking out… imitating a fan girl with the safety of her personal thoughts, she imagined herself as a crazed Zuko-lover. OMG, like, totally, like, Zuko's like, totally awesome, like, totally! He's like totally smexy! Smexy is like totally the stupidest word ever! Heehee heeheehee…oh please. She rolled her eyes as he glared at her, and spoke out loud.

"Is your face hurting? 'Cause its really killing me."

A surviving Zuko fangirl in the audience stood up and cupped her hands around her mouth and screamed at JesusFreak, "CLICHÉ ALERT! CLICHÉ ALERT! BRING IN THE TROOPS! OMG ZUKO I LOVE YOU! YOU'RE SO SMEXY!"

"Security!" JesusFreak waved her hand, smiling to herself about how accurate her mental imitation had been, and four of the luckier (as in, not yet mauled by the crowd of rabid fan girls) guards rushed to restrain the girl who was now sprinting down the isle, trying to get to the set. More and more guards joined them and dragged her, kicking and screaming, out of the studio.

"So…" JesusFreak turned suddenly to the very confused and embarrassed Zuko. "We have some questions for you…yadda yadda…if you answer them…yadda yadda…we'll let you go eventually…yadda yadda…hopefully you won't get eaten by fan girls on your way out…yadda yadda yadda…okay! First questions, from Darkwrite! Come on everybody! Clap! CLAP I TELL YOU!"

The audience broke into instantaneous applause, afraid of what JesusFreak would do if they didn't. Darkwrite stood up with a flourish, and he yelled out his questions.

"Zuko! Number 1, what was up with your hair the first two seasons?"

The prince frowned. "Uh…my hair?" He reached up to touch his said hair.

JesusFreak rolled her eyes. "No, your butt crack. Just answer the question before I hurt you!"

Zuko blinked. "Okay…well, on my ship, I just…had it that way. After my father…well, you know, most of the hair I had was burned off. So I just, kept it that way."

Darkwrite nodded thoughtfully, and then bellowed out his next question. "Okay! Number 2! Why are you so emotionally unstable? Are you so naïve that you actually believe what your father is telling you?"

The Fire Nation Prince frowned. "I'm not emotionally…"

"Yes, you are, and we all know it! Besides," JesusFreak interrupted, "A lot of people like you for no apparent reason other than your…ugh, must I say it? Smexy. But I'm sorry to say your not. You 'spice' up the story, and that's why some people like you. You add some of the random idiocy and poor judgment skills that grace the show. So, answer the question."

"Well," Zuko began, "If you know so much about me, you should be able to answer that question yourself. I was despised, burned, and disowned by my own father, and banished as a young teenager for speaking out of turn and refusing to fight! You'd think that'd naturally come with a few anger management issues and a terrible feeling of being completely lost in the world!"

JesusFreak nodded thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her chin. "Good point. Satisfied, Darkwrite?"

The fanfic author nodded.

JesusFreak clapped. "Great then! Fire at will!"

Darkwrite opened his mouth again to yell out his last question. "Why are you so mean to your Uncle?"

Zuko blinked, and his face adopted something that JesusFreak was surprised she would see. Shame. "I…well, I was wrong. I, never really realized how often my uncle was there for me, I guess…"

"Until it was too late and you had already betrayed him for your worm of a sister. Sometimes it's hard to believe you're related to your egotistical maniac of a father and Azula. Am I right?"

Some of the audience nodded their heads in agreement. Others had their brows furrowed in disapproval. JesusFreak rolled her eyes at their lack of enthusiasm. "Well…" she continued, "Now that our studio audience have all fallen asleep, I guess it's time for the next reviewer. Thanks, Darkwrite!"

The fanfic author inclined his head before sitting down, and JesusFreak continued. "Okay! Next up, HeiHachi-Katayama! Still don't get your name…but okay…"

The reviewer stood up excitedly. "I've only got one question for you, Zuko! Why are you the blue spirit? Why not the red spirit or the purple spirit?"

"Okay…" JesusFreak laughed. "Nice question. Answer it, Zuko!"

The prince nodded, ignoring the host's demanding tone. "Well, I didn't start calling myself the blue spirit…the people I, uh…borrowed from did. And I guess they called me it…cause my mask was…blue."

"Oh," Hachi nodded. "That makes sense! Thanks!"

"Great…a genius…" JesusFreak nodded to Hachi. "Thanks! Next reviewer up…a random anon named Michelle!"

Michelle, near the middle of the crowd, stood up excitedly, and held up a piece of paper, which she read off of. "I've got two questions!" she almost shouted, "Number one! Zuko, would you say you like Katara?"

Zuko blinked. "Who's…oh, wait! That waterbender girl? Yeah, she's an okay, person…when she's not threatening to kill her mortal enemies…"

JesusFreak rolled her eyes. He completely missed the point. She was about to very bluntly point out the fact when Michelle beat her to the punch. "No, you dork! Do you like like her?"

Yet again, Zuko blinked. Suddenly his face twisted into a strange expression. He looked as if he was about to barf.

"Well, that answers that!" JesusFreak interrupted, tossing Zuko a plastic bag to upchuck in if the urge came upon him again. "Next question!" Zutarians in the crowd were in an uproar, however, and it drowned out Michelle's words. There were shouts of, "He didn't say no!" and "That settles it! Zutara is gonna happen!"

The resulting protests from the Kataangers side was even more ear-splitting. Yells of, "You guys are demented!" and "Throwing up is not a symbol of undying love, last time I checked!"

After the noise quieted down, a random guy from the Kataangers section broke out with, "You have no grounds to make that assumption! The evidence provided in the Avatar show strictly shows the attraction between not Katara and Zuko, but a child actually four years younger than the scarred Fire Nation prince, with the powers of an Avatar! You see, my argument is based on actual…"

By this time, nearly everyone was forced into a boredom-induced coma. Even Zuko was snoring soundly in his chair. Only JesusFreak was conscious enough to scream back at the guy, "Shut UP! Are you some sort of criminal justice lawyer? Start talking less like a teacher and more like a crazed Avatar fanatic, or I'll have you thrown out of here!"

Though she had no security guards alert enough to perform the task, the bluff worked, and the lawyer-in-the-making quieted down, and everyone began waking up again.

"Okay Michelle!" JesusFreak bellowed at the groggy reviewer, state your final question, so we can be on to my favorite part of this show!"

The girl hopped up sleepily and read her last question. "Zuko…do you hope to see your mom again?"

The antagonist-turned-good-guy jolted awake. "Well, uh, huh…yeah…"

"There we have it!" JesusFreak cut him off, not even bothering to dismiss the anon reviewer. "Now to my favorite part…how lucky for me that FallShort was injured…I guess I won't be needing these!" She pulled a thick rope that had been acting as a hidden belt beneath her long shirt, and tossed it off the stage. The rope was quickly followed by several frightening items: a loaded pistol, a steak-knife, a piece of cloth that was probably intended as a gag or blindfold, and remote to a television.

Zuko looked at her in surprise. "What's that for?"

"Oh," JesusFreak grinned deviously. "The remote was to a flat screen television…in other words, torture and death by educational TV."

The audience gasped in utter horror and sat there in stunned silence, terrified that the host would go to such lengths to keep her sister stashed away…

"ANY-way…supercdogg! Come on down!" JesusFreak waved her arm and the reader slash reviewer appeared from amidst the large crowd, making way down toward the stage, and there were murmurs of confusion and unrest.

What was supercdogg going to do?

The reviewer smiled slyly, and JesusFreak grinned back. Zuko blinked…fearfully.

Supercdogg reached out an arm toward Zuko, slowly, slowly, and he shrank back in his chair, afraid. The crowd held their breaths…slowly…

"POKE!"

The reviewer laughed insanely, and JesusFreak watched with a smug and satisfied grin as Zuko got viciously…poked?

"POKE!" Supercdogg shouted again.

"POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE!"

The reviewer was having so much fun just poking the stricken evil-prince-turned-hero. And JesusFreak was just having so much fun watching the expression of the prince and his 'attacker.'

"POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE!"

Each time the prince winced as his arm was cruelly…poked…made JesusFreak want to laugh and cry all at the same time. How was she letting this abuse go on in the middle of the show on her set? Yet she had agreed to it, and now guiltily, she felt immensely…well, she couldn't really describe it, but it wasn't upset…she laughed maniacally…no, it definitely wasn't that…

"That's all for today, folks!" JesusFreak turns to the camera. "But now that I've unleashed a poking monster, it's my job to save poor Zuko before he dies…which I'm sure that bruise forming on his arm will kill him before long…and we'll have to say goodbye now, cause I don't want to make a fool of myself on the air!" She smiles, falsely, knowing that the only reason she wants the camera off is so she can join supercdogg in the satisfaction of poking Zuko nearly to death before they mind wipe him and send him back to the Western Air Temple with the gang…

Bleep.

A/N: So, what do you think? Was the story format hard to follow? Was I too harsh on Zuko? Did I portray Zuko's character as too much of a weakling…? If you agree…or disagree…with any of this, a point in a helpful direction would be much appreciated! In other words, review! Thx so much!