Sorry for lack of updates. I'm not in an Air Temple mood, so here is a quick drabble I thought you might enjoy.

Xxx
Alice

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Drabble Twenty One: Symmetrical

Waterbending was all about symmetry, and circles, and ebbing and flowing.

Firebending, Katara had learned, was not.

Watching Zuko train Aang had become something of a ritual. A ritual, Katara told herself, she had adopted to keep an eye on Zuko. 'Enemies closer' and all that.

This was how she noticed the asymmetry in Zuko's movements. It wasn't a bad thing, not at all. When one side of his body did one thing, the other side did something else completely, that counteracted the balance.

It kept him in check.

It was strange how Katara found herself thinking about it, but she thought one day how attractive Zuko was. And how more attractive he would be if he were symmetrical.

His scar went barely noticed by her anymore. It was a part of who he was, and she could hardly imagine him without it. But some days she wondered what would have happened if she had healed him in Ba Sing Se.

Would he have joined them then? If not, would Aang be dead?

But she wouldn't ever ask Zuko this. Never. Never ever ever.

That was until after they had faced the Southern Raiders.

"Zuko," she prodded him awake in his sleeping bag beside her. The whole gang had opted to sleep outdoors, for old times sake.

"Mffss?" he groaned.

"Wake up."

"I'm up."

"I want to ask you something."

He turned to face her. "Yes?"

"Do you ever think about what would have happened if… if I had time to heal you in Ba Sing Se?"

"Every day." There wasn't even any hesitation.

"Would anything be different?"

"Everything would be different. I don't know how, but it would be."

Katara reached out and touched his scar, her fingers lingering there for what might be considered an obscene amount of time.

"I…" she didn't finish.

"Yeah?"

"The spirits are probably mad, but I don't care."

"Mad about what?"

Her voice dropped to a softer whisper. "I stole Spirit Water. Back in the Northern Water tribe."

Zuko's god eye widened, and Katara couldn't help but notice that the burnt one didn't. She wanted it to.

"I can heal you, Zuko. Like you healed me."

Sitting lotus position behind a large door in the Fire Lord's summer home, away from the rest of the group. Katara took a smallish, unremarkable vile out of her bag.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Wow."

"Zuko…are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure."

"Then so am I."

The water glowed and spun in an all-too familiar way in front of Katara's eyes, and she placed her hand over the left half of Zuko's face. The skin felt smoother, almost instantly, and kept on softening. She released a breath she didn't even know she was holding and closed her eyes.

And the skin became softer and softer still, smoother and lighter under her touch.

By the time she opened her eyes, there were tears in them. She sniffed and looked at him bewilderedly.

"It… *sniff* should take some time for you eyelashes and eyebrow to brow back but *sniff*… wow."

Zuko gently cupped Katara's chin with his hand and kissed her softly. "Wow indeed."