Welcome to the Deleted Scenes of Sw1tch3d! XDD

There will be a deleted scene for each of the body-switched characters. This one's for Katara, and takes place in chapter 5, when her, Azula, and Zuko land Appa to rest for the night.

Please note, these are unrated so read at your own risk XP

Okay, didn't mean to scare you…they're not really that bad—just some concepts I thought would be funny.

Well, here ya go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar. And with the fics I write, they will never allow me to.


Katara turned over in her sleep, scrunching her brows together in frustration. No matter what she did, she was unable to get comfortable.

The thing between her legs made her especially uncomfortable.

Her shirt wrapped around her as she twisted and turned, making her feel restrained, so she tore it off.

Bad move.

She stared down at her chest, blushing bright red. Look at those muscles… she thought, mind wandering to a daydream.

Shaking herself out of it she lied back down and shut her eyes. Zuko and Azula were just on the other side of a few trees; she didn't want them catching her staring at Zuko's body.

Her hand accidentally brushed over his six-pack and her mouth twitched.

Maybe just once… she bit her lip, trailing her finger uncertainty over his abs, okay, just this one time.

She turned onto her back and ran her hands over Zuko's chest, smiling to herself. Suddenly the blood drained from her face and she immediately lifted her hands and gaped up at the sky in horror. What was she doing?

I need to wash my face; maybe that will help me snap out of it. She stood and crept over to a little stream just a few feet away. Kneeling down at the

water's edge she dipped her hands into the cool liquid and splashed it across her face. Her blush died down and her breathing slowed.

What the hell was I thinking?

Head in hands she laughed to herself pathetically; she had reminded herself of Sokka. After all, it seemed like something he would have done.

Taking a deep breath she stood to leave, but caught her reflection in the glassy water. The light from the moon was just enough that her eyes could make out Zuko's body. It felt weird to know she was staring at herself, yet looking at the figure of the Fire Nation teen.

With a smile, she took a moment to have some fun and struck a girly position, holding back her laughter as the image of Zuko threw out his hips and flipped his hair back.

After a couple minutes of mocking the poor guy, she crouched back down over the water and squinted at the reflection of his scar.

No wonder he's so emo…

Once again her gaze fell to his toned chest, and she blushed.

Katara, stop this at once! she scolded herself.

She couldn't help it. She was, after all, a young teenager with raging hormones.

I guess it couldn't hurt to just…look a little bit more…

Smiling to herself, and feeling happy yet guilty at the same time, she felt his muscular stomach, chest, legs, shoulders, and even his ass, like Sokka had originally asked her to do.

It is tight!

Suddenly her smile dropped from her face, replaced with a look of disgust. At that moment she had found Zuko's body hot, and attractive, and…

…sexy, and…

She gasped, blushing as red as possible.

Oh, my—

She looked down…

I just—

She closed her eyes, completely freaked out.

Am I—

Yes, she was.

Did I just—

Yes, she had.

I just turned myself on!

She backed away from the stream and picked up his shirt from where it had landed. She was about to pull it on, hoping that it might be long enough to cover the bulge in her pants, when Zuko and Azula pushed through the bushes and stopped behind her.

"Oh, it's just you," Azula crossed her arms and frowned, "we're just getting a drink from the stream, not that you care."

"Oh," Katara gulped, keeping her back to them, "okay."

Azula raised an eyebrow at her, "You're one strange girl."

Katara laughed awkwardly, holding Zuko's shirt over…well, you know.

Zuko frowned, "Why am I shirtless?"

"Oh, um, that," Katara turned her head to gaze over her shoulder, "the shirt was just…uncomfortable."

Azula and Zuko exchanged glances; Katara was even weirder then Sokka.

"Put my shirt back on," Zuko demanded, feeling uncomfortable.

Katara blushed, "…No."

Azula smiled, entertained, and waved herself off, "I'll go get a drink and let you two psychos settle this yourselves."

"Put my shirt back on now."

Katara bit her lip, "I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I just—" she turned to face him, still using the shirt as a cover, "I just can't."

Zuko narrowed his brows, "It's my body and I'm telling you to put it on now."

Katara could feel herself starting to shrink; she needed to buy herself some time until it was fully gone.

"Please, Zuko," Katara smiled fakely, "your body is just so hot…"

Zuko's mouth dropped open in disgust, "That's it! Now I'll do it myself!"

Katara shrugged and muttered to herself, "It was worth a shot…"

Zuko stepped forward and snatched the shirt from Katara; she clasped her hands in front of herself and whistled innocently.

"Hands up!" Zuko demanded, "I can't put this shirt on if your arms are down!"

Katara shook her head but Zuko grabbed her arms and pulled them up; Katara closed her eyes and bit her lip, blushing intensely.

Zuko was about to pull the shirt on her, about to cover up what she was so desperately trying to hide, when Azula returned, laughing and pointing at—

"What is that?" she asked sarcastically, holding back laughter.

"…What?" Zuko followed her finger; his mouth dropped open and his face turned red.

"Ew!" he dropped the shirt and backed away, completely appalled, "now I'm scarred mentally too!"

Azula cracked up, "Brother, she got you hard!"

"What the hell, Katara!" Zuko covered his eyes.

Katara narrowed her brows and glared at the two of them, "It's your body!" she pointed at Zuko, "it's not my fault that you get horny easily!"

Zuko looked like he was about to throw up.

"And it's not my fault I'm in your body to begin with!"

Zuko tried to avert his eyes.

"It's not my fault your body is—hot!"

Azula clenched at her stomach from all the laughter.

Katara threw her hands up in rage, "And another thing!"

"What's that?" Azula asked between breaths.

Katara opened her mouth to reply, closed it, looked down, and blushed, "How do you get rid of it?"

Zuko froze, eyes wide and mouth open, "Nuh-uh! No way!" he stepped back; this was way too much for him to handle.

"Oh come on!" Katara stepped towards him, "do something!"

Zuko shook his head violently, "I'm out of here!"

"Wait!" Katara ran after him, leaving Azula alone to laugh at her brother's misery, "since it's your body that turned me on, you need to help!"

"Get away from me!"

"Zuko!"

"No!"

"Zuko!"

"Arg!"

"I need your help!"

"Leave me alone!"

Azula rolled her eyes, "Freaks."