One little note, the italics is what is happening in their dreams... enjoy

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When Katara got back to the palace, Zuko wasn't there

When Katara got back to the palace, Zuko wasn't there. She changed into her nightgown and decided to just go to bed. It took her a while to fall asleep, thoughts about Aang crowded her mind. She wondered how would she hide her marriage from Zuko from him until they got divorced and she could explain everything. She eventually fell asleep, inevitability dreaming about him. Zuko had finally gotten back to the palace; still happy about how well dinner had gone with Jin. He found Katara asleep, so he quietly changed and went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Katara walked up to a table in the middle of nothingness. Aang was sitting there, sipping tea. She was about to tell him about how her marriage to Zuko was fake, but he spoke.

"It's okay that you are married to him, I'm over it, I've let you go." Katara started to panic, put he put his arm around her, and she felt like everything was going to be okay.

Zuko was back in Jin's apartment, sitting with her on her couch. It was awkward at first, neither of them saying a thing to each other. Zuko turned to her and put her arm around her, he felt her take a beep breath and her tense muscles loosened as she cuddled into his arms.

Aang stepped out of his room and into the hall, where one of the servants of the palace walked up to him. He bowed quickly then looked back up at him.

"Excuse me sir, but you know the Firelord closely, don't you?" he asked.

"Yeah, Zuko and I are friends."

"Oh, good. I want to tell the Firelord and lady that breakfast will be served soon, but I don't want to wake them, do you think you could see if they are awake for me?"

"Sure, do you want me to wake them if they're asleep?" he asked.

"That would be best." He said before walking away. Firelady, when did Zuko get married? Aang thought as he wondered about who he could have been married to. He approached Zuko's room and opened the door. He approached the bed to wake Zuko and his wife, only to see that Katara was sleeping under his arm. Aang was overcome with a sense of grief. How could this be? How did he not know? How did she not tell him yesterday? He stared at them, still dumbstruck when he realized that they were both smiling. Even while asleep they were happy in each other's embrace.

"Zuko," Aang said, not even that loudly, "Zuko, Katara, wake up." He said as they stared to stir. Aang quickly hid his expression of despair and smiled. "Breakfast is almost ready." He said. It took the two of them a moment to realize the position they were in, but when they did, they scrambled apart and blushed with embarrassment. Katara sat at the edge of the bed, looked at her feet, and twirled her hair, and Zuko just sat up and scratched the back of his neck.

"Morning Aang." Zuko said sounding falsely cheerful.

"Morning." He said back. "As I said before, breakfast is almost ready, so you guys should get ready."

"Right." Zuko said nervously. Katara continued to look down at her feet, but Aang was avoiding eye contact with her anyway. He wouldn't be able to pretend to be happy if he saw her again in Zuko's bed. When Aang left for them to get changed, Katara finally looked up at Zuko.

"Katara, do you lo-?" he asked, hoping she would be able to fill in the rest without having to risk saying something that could blow their cover. Katara nodded. "I'm so sorry. If I had known I never would have asked you to do this. We can end this now, if you want."

"No, you have to do this, Zuko. I know you would do the same for me." After changing, they made their way to the dining hall where Katara sat next to Aang, with Zuko on her other side. The table was piled high with food and crowded with all the people who lived and were visiting the palace. Aang tried to say as little as he could to them, but was confused at how little they said to each other. After eating very little, Zuko stood.

"I need to go out on some business, I'll see you later." He kissed her gently on the cheek then put a hand on Aang's shoulder. "Look after her for me." He said to him. Aang faked a smile and Zuko walked away. After eating, Katara and Aang let the dining hall.

"So," Katara said nervously, "What do you wanna do?" Aang shrugged, he didn't really want to do anything with Katara, not when all he could think about was her, Zuko, and a shared bed. "Fine, then let's just wander around the city." She said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him. They spent the entire day going to place after place, looking at things, buying things, stopping for tea every now and then. And at sunset, she and Aang went to the docks to sit on the water's edge.

"So, how come you didn't tell me you and Zuko were married?" he said.

"Aang, can we please not go into that." She said almost pleadingly.

"Please, Katara."

"It's complicated."

"I have to know."

"Why?! Why do you have to know so badly?!"

"Because, Katara, I… I never got over you." He said, gazing out into the water. He heard Katara's soft crying and he looked over at her, tears streaming down her face. "Maybe it would be best if we just stayed away from each other." He said as he started to stand

"No!" she yelled grabbing his arm. She pulled him back down and kissed him. He pushed her off of him.

"Katara, what are you doing?! You're married to Zuko!" He said, surprised.

"I know, but-" she started.

"But nothing! You guys are married. I may not like it, but I can't do this to him."

"Aang…" she started, but he said nothing, he didn't even look at her. He stood up and stated to walk away. "Aang! I love you!"

"Then why did you marry him?" he asked. "If you really love me, why did you marry Zuko?"

"It's complicated."

"You love him, there's no other reason why you would marry him."

"There is!"

"What do you mean."

"I can't- I can't tell you…" she said, remembering her vow to Zuko.

"I'm sorry Katara, goodbye." He said as he walked away, leaving Katara to cry on the beach.

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Aww... so sad, but yeah... I don't even know how I'm going to work this gum out of the story's hair, so if anyone understands this metaphor and has an idea for peanutbutter, let me know

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