Avatar: The Last Airbender is not my creation, the people at the Nickelodeon Studios created it, but that will not stop me from making my own little episodes of excitement and romance.

The only thing I own is the plot on your screen. If you plan to take my ideas and put them into your own fanfic, claiming to be your own mind that thought them up, get a hobby. Plagiarism is wrong, don't do it!

Aang pushed Appa into the giant pen. "Don't worry boy. We'll come back to get you soon. We have to rescue Katara and you're too noticeable to bring along." He gave him a brief hug and a peck on the thick beige fur of the beast.

"I'll take good care of him sir. Let me tell you, it's a great honor taking care of the Avatar's guide," the server said while slightly bowing his head.

"Thanks. We'll be back for him as soon as possible. Bye Appa!" Aang waved and walked toward the village, Sokka walking silently beside him.

Appa groaned his goodbye and watched his friends leave. I already miss you...

"Let me out! ZUKO! What's going on? Why do I have to be in here!" Katara yelled as she was kicking and hitting the door. "Prince Zuko! Let-me-OUT!"

Zuko looked at the closed door. "I'll talk to her later,when shecalms down a bit."

Katara stopped hitting the door in resignation, Zuko wasn't going to open the door. he was gone.

She sighed heavily and glanced around, noticing that the Prince's bedroom contained many things. A meditating table with four candles was set against the wall with a New Year's mask of a dragon hanging before it. A large rectangle window was above it, lighting the bedroom nice and evenly. She turned her head and noticed two swords hanging on the wall, forming an X atop a small dresser. A large matress sat beneath a large red Fire Nation flag, and beside the bed a straw rug spread across the metal floor.

The waterbenderwalked over to the bed and sat down on it. "Now, what am I suppose to do?" she asked herself as she took another look at the room. "Ugh…I hope I don't have to sleep on the bed with him. I'd rather sleep on the floor." She got up and walked over to the small dresser. She opened the first drawer and saw some of his uniforms, ribbon, an ink bottle and pen, and…scissors. A candle seemed to light in her head and she ran towards the door, hitting it when she reached it. "Prince Zuko if you don't let me out, I'll destroy your uniforms! I will!…Don't think I won't!"

Iroh knocked the door, causing the girl's ruckus to come to an end. "Can I come in?" he asked meekly and smiled when Katara yelled a 'yes' through the metal door.He opened the large heavy door and walked in, a small bag and a cup of tea in his old hands. He set the tea on the dresser and placed the belongings that he had within the bag,upon the bed. "I got some tea for your nerves and some clothes for you. I don't suppose you want to be in that all the time. Right?"

"Right. Thank you," she graced and eyed him suspiciously. "Um…do you know why Prince Zuko locked me up in here?"

"Well, what hap--," the General started.

"I'll tell her uncle. You can leave now," Zuko said, putting his hands on his uncle's shoulders.

"Oh, alright then, I'll see you around Ms. Katara," Iroh said as he smiled at the two of them. He opened the metal door and left.

"I'm listening," Katara stated and crossed her arms.

"There were some men out on deck making dirty plans that involved you,"Zuko answered bluntly and observed her face, which had paled significantly.

"Oh…" She was speechless. Am I the only woman on this ship?

"That's why you're sleeping here now. I don't think you want to be their source of entertainment."

Katara blinked. "Yeah...but I don't want to be yours either," she said.

Prince Zuko couldn't help but smirk at her statement. The way that she saidit proved to him that she wasn't as innocent as he thought she was. He shook his head 'no' and pointed to the clothes that laid upon his large bed. "What did my uncle bring you?"

The waterbender looked over at where his hand was directing and took an intake of breath when she saw the various pieces of clothing laid out for her. "Oh um, I haven't looked through it yet."

They walked over to the bed, where Iroh had spread the belongings, and examined the clothes from afar. A royal blue nightgown seemed to stand out more than the pants and shirts that laid around it. The gown was made of soft silk and small black raindrops were embroidered all over it. Katara held it up against her in admiration and gasped in disapointment when she noticed the length of the piece of clothing. The shirt was obscenely short (perhaps an inch above the knee). And this wouldn't be problem if she was in her own room, but she wasn't, she was now sharing Prince Zuko's room. Prince Zuko, whose a boy. A sixteen year old boy.

"I can't wear this," she said, a soft rosy blush rising to her cheeks.

"Why not?"

"Look at it!"

"It's nice," he commented indifferently. Why was she being so sensitive about a simple piece of clothing?

"Yes it is, but it's too small."

"It'd be disrespectful if you don't wear it." His world was made of rules.

"But..." Katara whined, realizing that Prince Zuko was right. Her world was made of rules too.

"At least wear it tonight, and then don't wear it anymore…"

"Alright, but just tonight."

Zuko took the soft cloth in his hands and extended it in front of him, looking at it and then imagining it on the girl. Not bad. "Just tonight," he repeatedsoftlyand set it down on the bed.

It was around 10 o'clock at night when Prince Zuko came back in the room. He looked tired and annoyed. Katara didn't even bother saying 'hello' to him, not wanting to get him angry. He casually took off his shirt, changed his pants, and got into bed. He turned over to look at Katara, who was folding some of the clothes that Iroh brought her, and asked, "Aren't you going to put on your night clothes?"

"Oh. Right. I forgot. ...Let me just go--"

"No. You're not going anywhere. You're putting them on in here. Understand? I'm not letting you out in the hallway alone. I don't trust my own men."

"But I can't change while you're in the room. You might look," Katara said nervously.

"I promise I won't look. Now change," Prince Zuko ordered. He shut his golden eyes and angrily turned over, facing the fire-proof wall.

At first, she hesitated. To change in the same room with the Prince fo the Fire Nation was embarrassing, not to mention frightening. Why is this happening to me? she thought briefly and quickly slipped into her nightshirt. "I'm done…Just pass me a blanket and pillow and I'll sleep down here."

Zuko turned around and saw her. She was beautiful. Her hair was down and that nightshirt fit her perfectly. It almost looked like a small dress. He resisted the smile that wanted to show on his face and moved over against the wall. "No, I want you to sleep on the bed. All we'll do is sleep," he said.

"But--"

"Why do you have to be nervous about it? We're not going to do anything," he stated in an annoyed tone. This girl thought too highly of herself. "Come on, you'll be sore tomorrow if you sleep on the floor. And the bed is big enough for the both of us."

"Uhh..." Katara hummed hesitantly. Sleeping on the same bed with her enemy...the Prince of the Fire Nation...was something that if someone had told her one month ago she would've laughed. 'Ridiculous,' she would have said. But he was right, sleeping the hard metal floor would hurt her the next day. She sighed and walked over to the bed reluctantly. She laid down on it started picking at her fingernails. "This is so wrong," she whispered.

"Why? We aren't going to do anything." Girls...

"I didn't mean it like that." Boys...

"Right." Zuko blushed. "Just go to sleep. I have a long day tomorrow."

"I bet you do," she said sarcasticly.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing, just that I can't possibly imagine how tiring it must be to boss people around."

Prince Zuko became angry. "I don't need you criticizing the way I do my work. Go to sleep!"

"Fine!" She turned her back on him. "Good night!"

"What's so good about it?"

A/N- Expecting a romantic moment, huh? REVIEW PLEASE!