I've got some extra time so I'll write more. School was cancelled 'cause it's like flooding. I live in MA so we're having some major rain issues. I don't own A: TLA, 'kay? Let's get on with the show….by the way, the cook's song was written by me, hope you likey.

Chapter Four, maybe, Working and some other stuff

Azula woke at sunrise to the smell of a cooking fire and singing. She groaned and sat up. "Zuko," she mumbled shaking her brother who rolled over and growled.

"Stupid turtleduck, what'd ya do that for?" he slurred. Azula sighed and shivered. The new world was cold. She got up and went outside. There was a pot hanging over a fire and one of the grizzly men Eriksson'd brought with him was stirring the contents while singing.

"Oh I pushed her off the fjord, my ungrateful wife. Pushed her off the fjord, 'twas the sea that took her life." The song went on for a while after but Azula'd stopped listening. It was a stupid song anyway. She huddled up to the fire and looked out to the west, there were rolling green hills. (AN: made up geography) Fog lay in the valleys like thick blanket. Far off in the distance she saw a thin trail of smoke rising from just out of her sight.

"Hey," she said turning to the singing cook, who was still singing.

"Her bones were broke by pointy rocks and her head was smashed right in, but she was such a bitch to me all I could do was grin."

"Hey!" Azula shouted. Then looked back to her tent only to her a mutter of, "Don't touch the seal jerky" she recognized it as the peasant boy.

"Ya?" she'd gotten the cook attention.

"What's that over there?" she pointed to the smoke in the horizon.

"That be smoke," said the cook.

"I know its smoke, whose making it? That's what I want to know,"

"Why did you not be saying so?" he replied. "It be the natives. They should be not be much of a threat." He resumed singing, "I soon found me a new wife. A really dashing lass but she stabbed with her knife. So I pushed her from the look out point and watched her slowly drown. She was pulled under the waves still in the white bridal gown." Azula was vastly creeped out.

XxX A few hours later XxX

Everyone was gathered around Eriksson.

"Alright comrades, the time has come to be setting our house. There be many a rock about the hilles, so start yer gatherin'" everyone began gathering rocks from the hills.

XxX A few hours after the first few hours XxX

"Well, that's a good start of a house if I say so myself," Sokka declared proudly. Before him was honestly a pretty crappy looking pile of rocks. Dragon came up.

"Yeah," she said sarcastically, "That's really gonna protect you from the freezing northern winters. Fix it so you don't die," Her tone quickly changed to a commanding snap. "You can't all stay in Zuko's little hut thing over there," she gestured to about three feet of stone wall built up in a circle with about a ten foot radius. Zuko stood in the middle with a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face.

"Five hours," he declared, "How long did it take you to throw together that thing you're trying desperately to call a house?"

"Five hours," Sokka muttered to the ground. "Well, yours looks like a…um…urgh, there's nothing wrong with it, it's perfect!"

"Hold on," Katara cut in, "There's no need to insult each other's house making ability, or lack there over."

"Katara's right," Aang added, "Zuko, why don't you help Sokka fix his hut?" Zuko looked at Dragon.

"Are they serious?" he asked her.

"They are, and so am I when I say, do it. You all have to look after each other. You're the only people you have in this world," She said.

"You said the same thing last night to me and Azula,"

"Because it's oh so important. Now help him!" Dragon ordered and vanished. Zuko grumbled and walked over to the pile and started dismantling it.

"You have to start all over," he said to Sokka, "Now come over here and help!"

XxX A few hours after the few hours after the few hours, does that make sense? XxX

"Yep, that is one fine start to a house," Sokka said looking proudly upon something that was extremely similar to Zuko's house foundation.

"You don't have anything to be proud of," the Prince of Fire stated, "You didn't do any work."

XxX A Few Days Later XxX

"Yep, that is one fine lookin' house," Sokka said admiring the stone hut and thatched roof.

"And once again," Zuko said, "You didn't help at all." As he said this Azula was staring at the horizon at the wisps of smoke coming over the hill.

"I don't have a good feeling about that," she said to herself.

"I'm sure they mean no harm," Aang said.

"You're way too happy all the time," she said simply. "They native folk of any place mean harm to any and all foreigners. It's only a matter of time before they strike."

"I think you underestimate these people. I'm sure they're eager to discuss a compromise."

"You really haven't any brains at all have you?" Azula walked away without another word. She entered the hut she and her brother were sharing. Zuko was resting on his bed. "Hey," she said, "How much you want to bet the natives are gonna attack by the end of the week?"

"I'm not betting anything," he sighed. "If they were gonna attack, they would've done it by now."

"You're no fun, Zuzu," she said and turned out of the cottage. Azula made her way to Eriksson who was standing by the cooking fire. The cook was there, singing as usual, "Me brother stole me wife away, took her to the mountain. I found them there and pushed down the slope. I had to do it to prevent their elope."

"Sir?" Azula addressed Eriksson.

"Ya, little one?" he replied, "What can I me be doing for you?"

"Well," she began, "I just went to the edge of the hills over there to see the natives and I saw them readying themselves for war. I think they're going to attack."

"Hm," he mulled it over, "Will you be shutting up?" he yelled at the cook who abruptly stopped singing about marring his sister. "Well, maybe I should be talking to them, be see why are they be angry." He started walking toward the west.

"Uh, no," Azula stopped him. The cook had started singing again. "Talking might anger them or something. They look like a very volatile people. I think we should just leave and go back home." She concluded with a hopeful smile.

"Hmmm," he turned and punched the cook in the stomach, "Perhaps that be best."

XxX after fourteen days at sea (Yo, ho, ho –hums sea shanty-) XxX

"I be glad to be backing home with the family," the large Eriksson said with an arm around the shoulder of an equally large woman. "Thank you, small girl," He said to Azula slapping her on the back and her knees buckled.

"My pleasure," she replied with a sly smile.

"What'd you say to him at made him come back?" Zuko asked.

"I told him the natives were going to attack," she retorted. "So, when does that crazy blonde girl come and get us?"

"Right now," Dragon said appearing. "You are so lucky that they were supposed to leave. Otherwise you would've completely screwed up the future.

"So do we get to go home?" Azula said bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"No," Dragon said plainly. Azula's face fell. "You have many more things to do in this world before I let you go home." She swept them up into a rip in time. All five of them were dropped back into a side street of a tiny English town. Huge crowds were frozen in time carrying valuables and beginning to walk toward the south. "You're in Vienna, a large manor in, what is now in my present day, Austria. But now in the middle of the Holy Roman Empire. These crowds are marching off to the Holy Land, or Jerusalem, to reclaim it from the Muslims. I'll tell you right now, this is the first thing of historical significance that has happened in about eleven hundred years. It's circa 1097 right now. These journeys to the Holy Land will be later called The Crusades. Good luck." She vanished.

"But wait," Aang tried to say something but she was gone. "What are we supposed to do?" he asked the air where she'd been.

"Let's just go with the crowd to the Holy Land, maybe it'll make sense later," Katara said and the five children looked at the hustle and bustle before them.

Okay, I've had enough. More will come at sometime. I've gotta work on updating some stories I've been neglecting. Until we meet again.

Yours humorously,

McMuffinDragon