::~ Like what's been going on in the story so far?I really have no idea what I'm doing. But I guess I've been winging it all along, and that's what has been working out!

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Zuko silently stared at Katara with pain in his eyes. She slept peacefully, except she had been sleeping for two whole days. She didn't move a single muscle since then. He knew she was alive, her labored breathing proved it, but she didn't wake. He was worried. It took alot more than simply bloodbending to make Katara this way. Something was up, and he had no way of figuring out what. A small, stubborn tear ran down his cheeks. " Katara, if you can hear me- I think you can- but that's not the point-" He stopped. He was rambling, he knew. He took a deep breath, to calm the turmoil he was feeling. " Don't leave. 'Tara, I need you. All my life I've been faced with people who never cared about me, and for a while, I thought that was all there was. My Father cared nothing for his son, and I have my scar to prove it. My Uncle has been more of a father than my own. He's the only person closest to me, but that's not enough." Zuko felt another stubborn tear roll down his scar. He wiped it away impatiently. " Katara, your the only person who knows how to push my buttons. Your a part of me, we both feel it. I can't lose you, not like I've lost everyone else. Please, wake up. Katara please."

Katara please.

She heard it as a faint echo, as if it were a dream she couldn't remember. It was so far away, yet the voice made her feel like it was crucial for her to remember. She simply couldn't. She was sitting cross-legged, on a black floor. The walls around her were also black. There was a single blue orb of water, glowing in front of her. She was so mesmerized by it, she simply stared.

Please wake up, I need you.

There it was again! That voice made her feel so pained. She willed it to go away, but it didn't leave. Wake up? Wasn't she already awake? Or wasn't she. She groaned, the first real sound that she made in the place where she now found herself. The sound resonated through the walls. On the wall opposite her, a piece fell away, and light entered. She raised an eyebrow. What was this?

You made a sound! Katara, can you hear me?

" Yes!" she said, to the voice. A larger part of the wall fell away, leaving more light. Katara scrambled to her feet. " I hear you! Who are you?" she said. She felt it against her heart. It was her. The other part of her. The yang to her ying. Zuko.

When she realized this, the entire room fell apart. The blue orb dissapeared.

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Zuko stared wide-eyed, when Katara groaned. She slowly, very slowly, opened her eyes.

Uncertainty flashed through her eyes. Then, a flash of recognition.

The last thing he saw in her eyes, was love.

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" Oh, I was so worried!" Toph said, when she saw Katara stumble into the living room, with Zuko trailing behind her. Toph gave her a a hug, and so did Aang.

" Careful, don't break her." Zuko teased. Katara still hadn't said a word. He took her hand, and let her to the couch. He sat opposite her, on the coffee table. " Can you remember what happened?" he asked, gently. Katara shook her head.

" There was a fight, and I was scared. I used alot of energy, and I passed out." She said. She received worried looks from Toph, Aang, and Iroh. Zuko looked freakishly calm. " What? What's wrong?" Katara asked. Aang sighed.

" While you were out, we've done some research. Jet isn't working alone. Katara, he did die." Aang said, somberly. Katara still didn't understand. Zuko held her soft, brown fingers in between his pale ones. She felt much more calm.

" I know he died. I killed him." she said, stating the obvious. Toph shook her head. Katara looked at Zuko, since she wasn't getting any answers. " What does he mean? I killed him right? I know I did. I'm not going crazy." she said, stubbornly.

" 'Tara. Jet died the day we first thought he was dead, so many years ago. He was resurected. And he's not the only one."

Katara fainted.

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An hour later, when she finally came to, she was chastised. " Jesus, woman! We think your half dead for two days and you think it's okay to just faint on us again? Do you know how worried I was? I was ready to earthbend Zuko all the way to Ba Sing Se for making you faint like that!" Toph said. Katara looked around, and saw that Zuko was scowling from his place near the counter in the kitchen. He had a few streaks of dirt and mud on his shirt, and Toph had a few charred marks on her shirt. No doubt they had just argued, because Aang didn't look happy. He most likely was feeling the failure of being a peace-maker and not being able to make peace with his friends.

" Sorry, I guess I'm still feeling a little weak." Katara said, sitting up. Instantly, Zuko's scowl vanished, to a look of concern. " For Agni's sake, Zuko. I'm fine. " Katara snapped, when she noticed. He scowled again, when he saw Katara stubbornly get up and walk proudly up to him, on shaky legs. " So how are we gonna get rid of whatever brought Jet back to life?" She said, the spark of adventure in her eyes.

" We're going to King Kuei. You are going to stay here with Uncle, and recover."

Agni, if she didn't love him, she would have water-whipped him for what he just said. Maybe she still could.

" Are you out of your mind? I'm barely killed by a psycopath, and you expect me to stay here and do nothing?" Katara fumed, her eyes turning into crystal shards of ice. Zuko gazed at her with a cool, calm gaze.

" Naturally." he said, refusing to look away.

She froze the entire couch.

" MY COUCH!" Iroh yelled, nearly pulling out what was left of his thinning hair. He stared at the frozen piece of furniture with wide, bug eyes. His face was aghast. " I refuse to stay here! Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? You may be Fire Lord, mister, but you don't control ME!" Katara screamed. Zuko narrowed his eyes.

" I want you to be safe."

" Then let me go with you!" She snapped at him. Zuko sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. If he agreed, she might get hurt. If he said no again, he might lose a crucial organ for males.

" Fine." Katara whooped, and hugged him. But he wasn't done yet. He wasn't giving up without something benefitting him. " However, there is a condition." he said, as he pulled Katara away from him, so he could look at her.

" What's that?" she asked, wondering once again, if she was ever going to figure out how his mind worked. Give it a few years. She thought to herself. She was already planning ways to figure out what he thought. She barely missed what he said next.

Barely.

" If we come out alive, your marrying me."

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A/N: Oh, I'm cruel, aren't I? You'll see what Katara thinks in the net chapter. Who knows when it'll be up? Have any comments? And recommendations for the story? Review, or Pm me! I'd really like to know!