Author's Note: I hope you all liked the Katara and Aang moments so far. There are more to come.

After the events in the Fire Nation, Katara tried her best not to go to the tea shop anymore. Aang visited often and ate or drank tea there but in Katara's mind it was only because he wanted to be close to Jazmine. Katara was doing well at her job. It was the one of the only distractions she had to keep her mind off her ex. Aang would come home late at night and sometimes was gone until morning. Without Zuko around to talk or argue with, she was alone until Aang decided to show up.

Katara didn't really have much to do. Her thoughts would sometimes go back to the time Aang kissed her at the dance and then went to Jazmine like nothing ever happened. She bet that it bothered him, but it didn't stop him from fallling for her. She saw them both drinking wine that night and then they were not around the next day until afternoon came. She sighed at the possibilities that could have happened between them. She had hoped maybe Aang's would make a drunk confession to Jazmine that made her think twice about dating the Avatar. Of course it didn't as far as she knew.

Aang was in the kitchen one day while Katara was off of work. Everything was fine until she heard glass shatter.

"What happened?" Katara asked as she walked into the room.

"I wasn't paying attention, and my elbow knocked my glass over," Aang answered. He knelt down to pick up the large pieces. "Oww!" he yelled when he unexpectedly picked up an extra sharp piece. His hand started bleeding and blood ran down to his wrist.

"You could have used the broom!" Katara scowled. "I keep telling both you and Sokka that, but you two always choose the hard way."

She took the broom and dust pan while Aang went to the sink to pour water over his injury. When Katara was done, she went to see how bad Aang was cut.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Aang said as she looked at it.

"I still would rather heal it though," Katara said and she took his hand and began to heal him. She finished the job quickly, but she was hesitant to let go of Aang's wrist.

"You didn't have to," Aang said when she let go.

"Well I did," Katara answered.

"You haven't been sleeping well again," Aang told her when he looked at her face more closely.

Katara sighed. "Here we go again with the mothering."

"I'm not mothering you Katara, I just know when you have something wrong with you. We have known each other long enough, I can tell when you are bothered," Aang scowled.

Katara pouted and went in the living room to sit down. Aang followed her and sat not far from her.

"Fine, if you want to know I keep having a reoccurring nightmare," Katara said even though she really didn't want to bring this up.

"About?" Aang asked.

"My grandmother," Katara started,"it's the same thing almost every other night for the passed week. I'm sleeping soundly in my bed, and then my door opens. I can't tell it is at first, but when I can it' s Gran-Gran except she's nothing but a skeleton with maggots and bugs crawling out of her eyes. I wake up afterward feeling nothing but terror. It sounds stupid, but some nights I don't even want to go to bed. I try to stay up as late as possible and you can see it's killing me because I still have to go to work."

"She's been dead for the passed few years Katara," Aang told her,"but I think it's normal to have dreams like that."

"I just don't think it is normal to be so afraid that I don't even want to lay in my bed," Katara answered. Aang got up and sat next to her on the couch.

"I'm not far away Katara, if your scared then come get me," he said as he looked at her.

"How can I when you aren't here half the time?" Katara asked. It made Aang stop and think for a second.

"Well I'll stay here tonight and after that those nightmares won't dare to come back," Aang said,"Jazmine and I didn't have plans tonight anyway."

Katara sighed again and rested her forehead on Aang's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her.

"I'm sorry if I haven't been here as a friend like I should," Aang said softly.

"We are just busy, that's all," Katara answered.

"I know, but maybe we need to spend more time together so you are not so alone all the time," Aang told her. "Jazmine would understand."

Katara broke the hug and thought for a moment. "Maybe I should start dinner."

That same night Katara went to bed like normal, but Aang slept comfortably on the couch. He fell into a deep dreamless sleep until he felt someone shoving him awake.

"Eh...wha-?" Aang asked half asleep. "Katara?"

"I had that dream again," she told him. She looked pale and her hair was slightly damp from sweating. Aang got up and headed to Katara's bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Katara asked.

"Just come in here!" Aang yelled from inside the room. Katara walked into her bedroom to find Aang laying in the bed. "I told you those dreams wouldn't dare to come back when I am around."

Katara layed down next to him and pulled the blanket over her. She turned on her side facing away from him. The next thing she new his arms were tightly around her waist. He held her protectively. Katara didn't object to it because she couldn't move anyway. She couldn't see the blush forming on Aang's cheeks when he realized part of his arm was against her chest. Katara relaxed and took in the scent of burning wood and incense that always seemed to stick to Aang. He wasn't wearing a shirt either, so having his toned chest pressed against her back seemed strange but also comforting. Katara closed her eyes and relaxed her head into the pillow. She listened to Aang's breathing. It didn't take him long to make Katara think that he was asleep. He could feel her heart pounding against his arm.

Morning came too fast, and Katara woke up with her head against Aang's bare chest. His limbs were scattered across the bed and somehow his arm had rested on her back. It was going to be a really long day.