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.

Prince Zuko woke up around 6 o' clock in the morning, and became surprised when the first thing that he saw was Katara lying beside him. He had forgotten about the sleeping arrangement. He got out of bed as quietly as he could and changed. He looked at her one more time and left the bedroom. He headed over to the kitchen where his uncle was drinking some tea and rice. He grabbed a bit of food and sat down in front of his uncle.

"Ahh…" Uncle Iroh said after sipping a bit a of warm, sweet Ginseng tea. "Good morning Prince Zuko. Did you sleep well last night?"

Zuko nodded softly and sipped a bit of tea. He noticed that his uncle was smiling at him, deviously. "Why are you smiling at me like that, uncle?"

"I was wondering about yesterday, when I left a little something for Katara."

Zuko eyed his uncle suspiciously and crossed his arms, "Did you leave that little excuse for a nightgown on purpose? Because if yo--"

"Calm Prince Zuko. You aren't going to deny, that you liked looking at her, in that. Are you?" He had a small bite of rice and smiled at him.

The Prince blushed. Of course he liked it. He is a teenage boy after all, who does find Katara very attractive. He wasn't going to deny that, but he wasn't going to admit it either. "That doesn't matter. What mat--"

"It doesn't? Are you sure? Have you forgotten, how old you are Prince Zuko? Have you forgotten how long you have left until the king has to pass the crown?" Iroh stood up and walked over to his nephew.

No, he hadn't forgotten. But all this hunting for the Avatar hasn't left him any time to look for a bride. He has four more years to find a wife, but if he doesn't, there is nobody for theLord to pass the crown too. Meaning, the end of the monarchy in the Fire Nation. Another reason for his father to hate him. "No,but what does Katara have to do with anything involving that?"

"I think you know," Iroh said as he patted Prince Zuko's shoulder.

"Are you saying that I should--"

"I didn't say anything," the General cleared and left the room, a smile upon his lips.

"Now that we have these disguises, Prince Zuko shouldn't be able to recognize us!" Aang said as he put on his red and black helmet.

"Are you positively sure that this is going to work, Aang?" Sokka uttered as he checked his reflection in the river.

"It's full-proof! When the ship comes around here, we'll get on. No one will notice," Aang continued, "Then, we'll tell Katara the plan and we'll casually get off the ship."

"But what if they inspect us? Or ask us questions?"

"What would they ask to two 'normal' Fire Nation soldiers?" Aang said smiling as he looked at Sokka's weakling body inside a firebender's uniform.

Katara got up a couple hours after Zuko did. She rubbed her eyes and walked up to the small window. There was nothing. No land…no NOTHING.

"I'm hungry," she said to herself as she was getting dressed, "and sick of being in this room."

There was a loud knock on the door and as soon as Katara said "Come in", Zuko walked in, without saying good morning to her. He immediately walked over to his closet and grabbed his armor. He spread it out on the unmade bed and started to carefully put on each piece. Throughout this…Katara watched admirably. She had never seen anyone put real armor before, after all, you don't need armor to battle with a measly water bender. But then again, she did see her father put on armor once, right before he left for the war.

"What!" Zuko asked annoyed, interrupting the girl's pondering thoughts.

Katara pulled her gaze away from Zuko and picked up the clothes that laid around her feet. "Nothing. I was just…daydreaming," she excused nervously. "I've never seen anyone put on armor before..." She fidgeted with the clothing in her hand as the Prince before hersmirked (in pride?). Her heartbeat seemed to quicken. Why was she so nervous? So he caught her staring at him dress, so what? It's not like you like him. She swallowed hard. Right?

"That's right, your stupid brother isn't really a warrior," he commented, noticing Katara's blank expression turn angry. "Well, I have to go. A few more sets and I'll be a master fire--"

"You're not a master, already?" Katara interrupted.

"No. But when I do become one, I will be more than ready to capture the Avatar and show my father that I'm not a traitor," Prince Zuko said proudly, a small smile lit on his face.

"Traitor? How can you be a traitor?"

Zuko's smile faded into nothingness as he watched the waterbender stare at him with those questioning cerelean eyes of hers. "It's a long story. You wouldn't understand."

"It has to do with your scar, doesn't it?" the Water tribe girl asked and watched the teenager boy's confident composure diminish to that of humiliation and anger. "Doesn't it?" she inquired again, her voice more forceful, when he didn't respond.

"Stop thinking about my problems," Zuko said angrily and shoved her small body aside so he could get past her. He left the room and slammed the door behind him. Stupid waterbender...

Hours passed and evening was turning into night. Prince Zuko decided to retire early. The day of training had beenvery tiring. He needed to rest...and think. The walk to his bedroom seemed longer than before. He secretly wished that it wasn't night yet. He didn't want to face the girl after the awkward conversation that they had had in the afternoon. She'll probably reprimand him for pushing her aside, but it wasn't his fault. He had felt cornered and he couldn't answer her question without getting in depth about it. And he didnt want to get in depth about his situation. Not with her. Not with anyone. Not yet.

A soft faint voice began to fill his ears as he approached his room. He stopped walking, not wanting to overpower the song with his loud steps. He raised an eyebrow; the song was coming from his room. He continued to walk, his pace a little slower than before. He stood before his door, his ear pressed against his door so he could listen to the soft the soft lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don't you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It's a Waterlullaby

Over in the South Pole, many years ago
My mother sang this song to me in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty in her good oldmother way
And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don't you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It's a water lullaby

Upon hearing the lullaby come to an end, Zuko opened the door and walked in. He looked over to Katara, her body laying flat on the mattress, and frowned sadly upon seeing her face. Her shiny blue eyes were closed but small thin trails of tears could be seen on her young tanned face. Her soft sweet hum filled the air, and he knew that she was singing the lullaby in her head.

He dressed into his night clothing and sighed heavily when he heard soft cries escape the girl that laid so stiffly on his bed. And without warning he felt so damn rotten for bringing her on his ship.

With the silent movements of a predator, he laid himself beside her, his ears listening to the ragged breathing of her silent sobbing. He watched her hands go up to cover her face and with just a turn of his head, Zuko watched endless tears leave the waterbender. His heart sank at the sight, but he said nothing.

"I'm sorry," he heard the girl say quietly but didn't respond. "I don't usually cry. I'm sorry."

Zuko raised his eyebrows at Katara. She was apologizing for crying? He sat up and looked down to see the waterbender wipe her tears and trying to calm her breathing. "Don't apologize," he said, his tone unusually cold for the occasion. "It's not your fault that you're sad."

Katara looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks."

Zuko loked at her curiously. "For what?"

"For caring," she said simply and closed her eyes. Her breathing had evened out and the tears had stoped flowing.

"I..." he began but stopped. "You're welcome." He laid back down and closed his eyes. His last thoughts being about the girl that slept beside him.

The girl that he didn't know he cared for.

A/N- Credit goes to BabyCenter -dot- com, for the lullaby. I did not make it up, so don't sue me. Although, I did alter parts of it…

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