Had to go to a rotary meeting, otherwise this would have been done Friday.

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Zuko wasn't in his room so Katara worked on the shackle around her ankle. She didn't concentrate as hard as she had in the past; the previous night kept passing through her mind. For a while, she wasn't sure what to think of it but then she came to a conclusion.

Zuko wasn't bad.

Not that Zuko was good though. No, it wasn't that either. Zuko was good. Or, rather, he used to be. But something must have happened. And she was sure it had to do with his mother.

How could Katara blame him when he had the influence of the Fire Lord? He had probably been taught to be a murderer from the start. Yet, she had seen a side of Zuko that wasn't supposed to exist. And the truth was: it did.

Katara shook her head; she shouldn't have these feelings. Questioning Zuko state of being? He was a monster…right?

A sharp pain went through Katara foot. She looked down; her heel was angled half way out of the shackle in a very uncomfortable way. Katara bit her lip and slid the rest of her foot out. She gaped at the shackle while rubbing her sore ankle.

Katara stood and noticed how light her foot felt without that metal ring encasing it. Slowly, she backed up toward the door. She reached behind her and pulled down on the handle. It clicked open.

Katara walked through the hall ways in a daze.

"Hey," someone yelled down the hall. Katara heard the footsteps approach her. She turned at the right moment and her foot met with his groin. He slouched and she grabbed his shoulders; pulling his head into her knee. He fell to the floor.

Katara had done this without thinking. And, as she continued down the hall, she didn't think. Not a single thought protruded her mind.

She saw the stairs that led to the outside and was shocked when she didn't feel a desire to move faster. In fact, she stopped all together.

And Zuko's face was blocking her vision. And this angered her. Katara should not have feelings for Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.

Katara stood a foot away from the sunlight with her fists tight at her sides. She stepped into the light walked up the stairs.

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Zuko was in the captain's control room.

"Sir, Admiral Zhao wants to have a meeting with you. He sent a hawk late last night."

"Did he happen to say why?"

The captain nodded. "It is concerning the Avatar, sir,"

Zuko sighed, of course it was. "When?"

"Within the-

A man came charging into the room. His clothing was ripped and he was covered in sweat, or was it just water?

"Prince Zuko, the prisoner has escaped."

"What? How-

He heard Katara's angry shout echo through the open door. Zuko ran to the window that look out over the deck. Katara was fighting at least eight men and had knocked out six others. And, somehow, she was winning. How in the world did she fight so well?

Zuko shook his head and pushed passed his uncle and the soldier. As he walked down to the deck he took off his shirt. He knew he'd need as little weight on him as possible when she was this angry.

He pushed open the door that lead to the deck and nearly fell. Katara had covered the entire deck in a layer of ice. And when men melted it, she just froze the water that was left over.

Zuko removed his shoes and sent extreme heat to his feet to melt the ice as he walked. He slowly made his way to Katara who happened to be diminishing his crew.

He was about three yards away from her when he spoke.

"Katara," he shouted her name but without anger.

She turned to him with a rather angry expression.

"What?" She yelled.

"Just calm down, Katara." Zuko put his palms up as if to surrender.

"Calm down?" she sneered, "It's your fault, Zuko, all yours,"

"I understand and I am sorry. I should have let you go,"

She let out a frustrated yell between her teeth.

"If you had let me go . . ." she trailed off.

"If I had let you go,"

Katara shook her head. "It is your fault. You-you weren't supposed to be like that."

Zuko's brow furrowed. "Be like what?"

Katara glared at him. "It doesn't matter," she said between her teeth.

"Okay, Katara, I am really confused. What do you mean? What doesn't matter?"

"Nothing,"

"That's a lie,"

"So,"

"Is that all you have to say? You throw a huge temper tantrum and then have nothing to say about it? Stop bottling it in, Katara. It rips you up inside."

"You don't know anything! "

"Then inform me!"

Zuko began stepping closer to Katara without realizing it. She hadn't noticed either.

"I don't know how!"

"What do you mean you don't know how? Just spit it out."

"No,"

"Why,"

Katara looked away. He was driving her crazy and not in the good way. She shook her head slowly.

"It's . . . better that way,"

Zuko and Katara were about a foot apart now. She was still in a defensive position and he had his hands down at his side.

"What does that mean?"

Katara bit her lip and shook her head. She slowly came out of her bending form.

"Nothing," she said quietly. Katara took a step back and looked away from Zuko. She felt traitor tears slip down her cheek.

"Katara," Zuko stepped toward her, "Why are you crying?"

Katara wiped away the salt water. "I'm not," her voice was thick.

Zuko laughed without humor. "You are a lousy liar, Katara"

She rolled her eyes. "Zuko, I don't-

Zuko stepped closer to her and she lost her thought when she realized his chest was bare. She looked away and blushed. He put his palms on the side of her face and forced her to look at him.

"Tell me what is wrong."

Katara bit her lip and shook her head. Zuko sighed and out his hands on her back. Katara held her breath. He pulled her into him and whispered into her ear.

"Please, tell me,"

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