Author's Note: I fixed some things and maybe now some stuff is clearer. Enjoy...

It was pouring down rain by the time Aang stopped and rested. His body ached and he felt mentally and physically injured. He was worried about what Jazmine was thinking now. He had snapped at her a few times and then had ran out when he thought he was going to lose control. The rain made his muscles ache too. Even the old scar on his back and chest were beginning to bother him. At least the bastard was brought to justice. He knew exactly who it was when he found the peice of cloth caught on a rose bush outside of Jazmine's burning home. Even though Jazmine said it was part of the shirt the guy had been wearing, Aang had a strange feeling it was who he first thought it was. Jazmine's ex boyfriend wanted to give her hell and now he was being shown what hell was inside of Ba Sing Se's largest prison. Jazmine had told Aang earlier that her ex might have been vacationing here so he had checked all the inn's asking the staff if they saw the young man. Aang went to Sokka's place earlier and told him what was going on. Sokka got involved and stayed concealed so he could be a witness to any confession Aang could get out. At least Jazmine didn't have to worry about it anymore. She would never be hurt again as long as Aang was around.

Footsteps interrupted Aang's thoughts, and he saw Jazmine running towards the bench he was seated on. Not far behind her was Katara. They were both equally soaked from the rain. Their hair and clothes clung to them like they had just got done swimming in a lake. Katara hit Aang first with a tight hug and Jazmine finally gave out and fell to her knees in tears. Aang welcomed Katara's arms around him. Her body heat felt good against his damp skin. He had taken his shirt off since it was already soaked through.

"We were so worried," Katara said when she caught her breath.

"It's ok now," Aang answered, "he won't do anything like that again."

"What do you mean?" Katara asked beginning to fear his answer.

"I'll explain later, but he's in prison now for what he did," Aang said. "They won't treat him lightly since it wasn't the first time he did it."

"So it is true then?" Jazmine finally spoke up and asked. She still didn't have the strength to stand up.

"Yes," Aang said sadly. Katara gave him a look. "Like I said, I'll explain later." Katara fully released Aang and he stood up. He held out a hand to Jazmine. She took it and even though she was shaking from the cold and the events that had happened that day she stood. Aang rested his hand on her cheek. He couldn't tell if it was only the rain, but he was almost sure she was still crying. All three of them walked home and changed clothes when they got inside. Katara allowed Jazmine to borrow one of her night gowns so her clothes could dry by the fire place. Jazmine fell asleep on the couch with a blanket covering her. Aang was sitting next to her on the floor and had his hand on her back to warm her with some of his fire bending. Zuko had taught him how to produce heat without flames and Aang made enough to take the chill out of Jazmine's body. Katara sat in the chair feeling exhausted as well. She was lucky she didn't have to work the next day. He had already told her about his plan with Sokka and how Jazmine's ex got arrested. She was still wondering about the other part that he had left out.

"So, what else were you going to tell me?" Katara finally asked.

"Jazmine told you about the scar on her back right?" Aang answered. Katara nodded so he continued. "Her ex set her house on fire tonight and he did the same thing years ago when she broke up with him. She told me he was sweet and loving at first but after a month he became controlling. She couldn't take it anymore, so she told him it was over and the next night he lit her house on fire with her still in it."

"Then it is a good thing he is locked up," Katara said.

"Yea and he won't be getting out for a while," Aang told her. Jazmine whimpered in her sleep and Aang rubbed her back. He could feel the scar underneath her gown. He knew in a way what she was going through. It was like he shared her pain and her scar too. He thoughtlessly traced the outline of her tattood scar. She whimpered again so he stopped and moved closer to her.

"You really do care about her," Katara whispered. She didn't want to wake Jazmine up. She had been through so much her only escaped was sleep or maybe Aang's arms.

Aang nodded and sighed. He could feel a migraine coming on but it was because of stress. He wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer. Katara started dozing off in the chair and eventually went to her bedroom to lay down. Aang grabbed a pillow off of his bed and put it on the floor next to the couch. He layed down and grabbed Jazmine's hand. He was sure things would be decided in the morning. Rather or not it was good, he didn't know.

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Aang woke up to Katara moving around the house. She had a arm full of clothes she was carrying to her room. Aang looked over at Jazmine and she was still asleep while holding his hand. Aang sat up slowly.

"Good your'e awake," Katara said after she came out her room to grab some more things.

"What's going on?" Aang asked. He tried to keep his voice low so Jazmine wouldn't wake up.

"I sent a letter to Zuko about what happened. I asked if he could help me travel back to the Southern Water Tribe since I'm going to let you and Jazmine have this place until she can figure something else out," Katara answered. She stood infront of the chair she dozed off in that night. "Even though I haven't recieved an answer yet, if he can't help me then I'll just take the next tourism boat there."

"You don't have-," Aang started to say but he was cut off.

"It's not your choice to make," Katara said more harshly than she meant. "I have to talk to my father anyway about my marriage. I'm almost twenty-two years old and I feel like I'm going no where with my life. If only things could have worked out between us, maybe we could have so much more now." She stopped to think about what else she should say. "It is kind of obvious who you are choosing to be with Aang. I see the way you look at her when you think no one is watching. I can tell she feels the same way."

Aang felt guilt come over him again. Was he really going to give up being with someone who had been there since he was a child and knew almost everything about him for a waitress he had just recently met?

"Whatever makes you happy," Aang mumbled as he layed back down. Jazmine shifted in her sleep and he rubbed her arm in attempt to comfort her. He could at least stay until Jazmine got back on her own two feet. She had already lost her home and everything in it. She almost lost her job so she needed Aang for now. He could try to fix things with Katara afterwards if it wasn't too late.

Jazmine woke up in a near panic. "I need to get ready for work!" she said but Aang sat up in time to gently push her back on to the couch.

"Iroh gave you the day off," Aang told her. "I talked to him last night after your ex was arrested." He heard Jazmine sigh in relief which made him relaxe. Katara was still packing her things and mentioned going to the store so they would have a few groceries after she left. When Jazmine was fully awake, Aang explained to her everything from the arrest last night to Katara leaving.

"Is she leaving because of me?" Jazmine asked.

"No," Aang answered. "It is just until you get back on your feet and she just has business to do somewhere else." There was a silence between them and all they could here was the clock on the wall. Aang noticed Jazmine's night gown was hiked up to the middle of her thigh. He noticed another oddly shaped burn scar. He couldn't help but trace his finger over it. "What happened right here?" he asked.

"It's where an ember caught me. For some reason it hurt more than the burn on my back. It's always the small things that hurt the most," Jazmine answered as she allowed him to keep touching her. Aang felt his heart beat hard in his chest. She was right about the last part. Aang finally got off the floor and sat on the couch so he could hold Jazmine. She still needed his comfort, but his thoughts were constantly on Katara. They always were.