"Azula what are you doing here?" Zuko demanded his sister while still holding the knife and keeping his uncle behind him.

"What am I not allowed to visit my dear uncle?"

"Not when you enter through the window."

"Oh hush Zuzu, like you've never done that before," She walked to the table and sat gracefully with her legs crossed and played with her hair, "So what is this I hear about a therapist? Have you finally realized how weak and pathetic you are?"

Iroh stepped out from behind Zuko, "Azula please be kind. Seeking help does not make anyone weak. It helps people to learn and grow. You could benefit from-"

"Shut it, Uncle! You don't get to tell me what I need or don't!" She then calmed slightly and waved her hand, "Besides it was just a question. Right Zuzu?"

"Why are you here."

"How rude. I truly did just stop to say hi and now that I have I'll be on my way."

She hopped off the table and went to leave out the door. Both Iroh and Zuko cautiously watched as she left the apartment. After a few minutes went by they both relaxed a little and went to the table and sat.

"You can stop clutching that knife Zuko."

"Sorry Uncle." He loosened his grip but still held on to it. "What do you think she wanted?"

"I have no clue, but I don't think she really just wanted to say hello."

"Yeah." He starts to twirl the knife in his hands. He looks up to see his Uncle stare at him, "I know, I know, she's my sister and I should be trying to get along with her-"

"No, she's crazy and needs help." He gently takes the knife from his nephew, "She's starting to really worry me. Her breaking in, the violent outbreaks, I know my brother is a horrible father, and I fear for her."

Zuko thought back to the news clip of his father publically announcing that Azula will take charge of the company. She was all smiles on camera, which creeped him out, then some poor reporter asked her a question on one of her bad days...she got out of all the lawsuits because once again Ozai knows the best worst lawyers.

"We should probably check the rooms and see if there's anything missing."

"You think she would steal?" Zuko didn't see why she would steal from Uncle. He didn't have the money like his father did or really anything of value, plus it's not like she needed the money.

"We should just make sure." He gets up and walks to the room in the far back and Zuko follows. This was once Lu Ten's but now it is Zuko's when he needs or wants to stay the night. Nothing seems to be out of place to either of them. Just a standard neat room. It wasn't until they leave that they notice something is missing. Zuko had hung a picture of his mother on the wall by the door, but now it was gone.

"She took Mom's picture."

He sounded so defeated and sober. Uncle Iroh put an arm around his nephew and squeezed. "I have a copy of that one Zuko. We can let her keep that one."

"Do you think it's hitting her that she's gone."

"Possibly, but with my brother as her father it's likely there aren't any pictures of Ursa at their house."

"Or maybe she's just taking it cause she knows how much that picture means to me."

"I have copies we can hang one up here again and you can take one home."

Zuko said nothing as he left his room. He did motion for Iroh to follow, however.

"Yes, I suppose we should check the other rooms."

They checked the others and found that the only other thing gone was another picture of her. Zuko didn't want to talk about his sister any more for the night. He just wanted some sleep.

"I'm sorry Uncle."

"You do not have to be sorry. I can see how tired you are let me get you the copies and you can head home."

"I can stay the night."

"You don't need to."

"I'm too tired to drive home."

Iroh just nodded and left him to get ready for bed. No use in arguing when he has his own room.

"So let me get this straight," Katara said with a hand on her forehead, "Your sister broke into your Uncle's apartment just to take some pictures of your mom? Why couldn't she just ask for them?"

He was in his usual spot on the couch with one arm over the back, "I don't know either. She crazy and even if she told us the truth I'm not sure I would've trusted her."

"Still that must've been a stressful experience."

"Yeah, she just needs to look at me and I start to worry. She's always playing mind games and is constantly trying to make the world bend to her will."

"What kind of mind games?"

He needed to think for a moment. All of the times she has manipulated him seem to suddenly disappear from his memory with one exception, Mai.

"I've talked a little about Mai right?"

"She's your ex who was extremely gloomy and Azula's friend?"

"Yeah, anyway we got together because of Azula. She was constantly whispering about Mai to me. Things like 'She's pretty, She thinks I'm cute, She wants to ask me out,' and a million things like that. It wouldn't have even been a bad start if she wasn't trying to lower my expectations."

"Oh?"

"I don't think I really ever liked her. I just did what my sister wanted so she would shut up. There was a time when I thought maybe it could be something, or that it could grow, but it never really did."

"I see, and how was Mai as a partner again?"

His arm came down from the couch and rested on his knee as he hunched over slightly.

"She definitely wasn't what I wanted from a relationship. She could be nice, but it never lasted long and she made it really clear that she would rather hang out with nearly anyone else. Maybe it started the same as me with just wanting Azula to shut up about it. Maybe she did like me. Maybe she just wanted a guy and anyone would've done. I don't know."

Katara nodded along and asked, "When you say any guy would've done what do you mean?"

"Exactly that. She would try and make me jealous and would succeed a lot actually. We would fight all the time. We were on again off again for a while and she would call me to hookup if she was lonely. Just overall it was a mess."

"She doesn't call you anymore?"

"I can't tell you. I blocked her number after our last fight."

"And what was that about?"

"Long story short, she sided with Azula and said I was weak. Then I got mad broke something and she said I was like my father...Azula told her and Mai used that against me."

"Oh Zuko, you have to know your nothing like your father right?"

"People said I looked just like him."

"Looks are not what make the person Zuko. You decided to come to therapy. You decided to seek help. You want to be a social worker so you can help children in bad situations. You are constantly making the choice to be better than your father."

He took a moment to fully absorbed what she told him. Eventually, he said in the softest voice she's heard from him, "Thanks Katara."

She sweetly smiled since she couldn't trust her own voice.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Depends on what it is?"

"It's a little personal so feel free to say no, but what are your exes like?"

It caught her off guard but she replied, "I have two that I count. One was and is a close friend of mine. We just found we were better as friends than as romantic partners. The other...well, let's just say that if my brother sees him he will punch him on sight." She had always been very careful with names. She didn't see the use for them on her end and wanted to keep her work life as far as she could from her personal life. However, with Zuko, she would let a couple of things slip.

"That bad huh?"

"Oh yeah. I needed my own therapy after him. He was just-" She didn't want to get into how bad he was as a partner. She never wanted to see Jet again and since she moved she was fairly certain she did the trick. "Sorry, this isn't about me."

"Don't be. I like to know things about you."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I-That didn't come out right. I-I meant that it helps me. To you know, talk about my own problems."

She held back a giggle, "It's fine, and if you want I can give you an example of a healthy breakup?"

"Yeah, I could use an example."

"So me and let's call him Kuzon, were best friends. He was such a fun goofball you couldn't help but care for the guy. A few years go by and we were just starting college so we ended up getting a little drunk one night and started kissing. After that, I was pretty confused but he wasn't, and eventually, I agreed to go on a real date with him. I had fun and agreed to the next one."

She looked to make sure he was really ok with this subject. He was resting his head on his hand and motioned for her to continue.

"By the fourth date, we were official. He was really sweet, he would walk me to class, bring me flowers, all that puppy love stuff. But the thing is I loved him but wasn't IN love with him. At times it felt like I was more of a mother to him than a girlfriend. So I called it off and he could see my point of view and even said that he wasn't 100% sure our dating was the right move. We had an awkward phase but that ended soon enough and we're back to being friends. He's actually supposed to move here after winter break."

"That's nice." He couldn't bring himself to say he didn't get how people could just stay friends, and he really didn't get how anyone could want to be just friends with her. But he held his tongue. Maybe he could bring it up at another session but not right now.

They were silent for a bit. She could see him just staring at her. She wasn't uncomfortable but really wished to know what he was thinking. She wondered if she somehow upset him or if he was just trying to picture her story. She couldn't look back at him so she looked at her watch.

"Well Zuko, looks like we're out of time. Same time as usual?"

"Yeah see you then," his voice sounded like it was coming out of a dream. She really wished she didn't like his voice so much.