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.

"So, are we just going to wait here until they come?" Sokka asked as he picked up a fruit from a stand.

"Yeah, Zuko has to stop by here…at least to get supplies. This is the next island on the way."

The warrior gave the owner of the stand a copper coin for the owed fruit and took a bite. "I hope Katara is OK. That Prince better not even talk to her," he said, his mouth full with the sweet fruit.

"I'm sure she's fine Sokka," Aang assured as he petted Momo that rested withing his small arms. "Prince Zuko may be determined but he's not completely heartless."

"No doubt," the Water Tribe boy answered angrily. "Still, that Prince better not touch a single hair on my sister. Not a single hair."

"And why would he touch her hair?" the Avatar laughed, giving his companion a warm smile.

Sokka returned the smile and shoved his friend playfully. "Shut up."

The bright sun's rays lit the small steel-walled bedroom, waking Katara softly. She yawned widely, her mind and body feeling rested and ready for the upcoming day. She slowly sat up, her head turning to see Prince Zuko sound asleep beside her; his calm face giving her light butterflies in her stomach.She shook the unwelcomed feeling away and got up, walking over to her own littlecorner of the room where she kept the clothes that Iroh had so kindly given her. Upon picking out the set of clothing that she would wear, the waterbender snuck over to the exit of the bedroom not wanting to wake the sleeping Prince. Vigilant not make a lot of noise, she opened the large metal door and stepped outside.

A large sigh of relief overcame her after she closed the door. "Free at last," she whispered and began to walk down the long narrow hallway of the Fire Navy Ship. "It's around here somewhere," she said to herself as she strode past each room. "But where?"

The Water Tribe girl's face became decorated with suspicion upon noticing a door slightly ajar. She pushed it open and grinned when she saw tub in the middle of the room, a water pump extending its long narrow neck over it. She looked both ways before entering the washroom and closed the door with a soft push, her mind forgetting to lock it. She extracted the hot water (heated from the engine below) from the pump and undressed. Now she could think in peace; her body submersed in its own element.

Prince Zuko didn't have time to appreciate the morning light or the fact that he woke unusually happy that morning. The only thing that his brain was able to process was that the girl was gone.She's escaped! he thought angrily before realizing the flaw of this prediction. Where to? We're in the middle of the ocean.He growled. Middle of the ocean or not, she was given explicit orders not to leave the room. Well, maybe not explicit orders, but the idea was obvious when he said that some guards were keeping their eye on her (in more ways than one).

He stormed out of his bedroom, his hands giving off the faint glow of fury. He scanned the deck, his anger only rising when he couldn't find her. He began walking back to his room in hopes of finding her there until he heard fainit splashing with his washroom. His private washroom. He opened the door, his anger infused mind reasoning that it was one of his men using the washroom. I'm in no mood for sharing this morning...

The rage leaked out of him upon see the silhouette of Katara behind the thin white curtain of his tub. His heart skipped continous beats as he stood frozen to the spot. Katara was a couple feet away from him. Naked. Images, those of which he hadn't thought of until that moment, began to flash in his petrified mind.

"Ah, Prince Zuko, glad I found you! Before you enter the tub, I wish to spea--"

Immediately, the teenage boy came back to earth when thetone of his merry uncle entered his ears. His once slow beating heart began to race as he began to realize that he needed to get out of the room before Katara noticed his presence.

"Are you all righ--oh my."

Too late.

Prince Zuko had just enough time to rush a "sorry to interrupt you" before shutting the door and speed walking to his room, a barely noticeable blush on his young face.

Katara walked furiously down the corridor, a large towel around her small body. She was more angry than embarassed for being seen taking a bath. How dare--that disgusting, good for nothing...PIG! she thought angrily as she opened the door to his room.

"What were you doing in there? Couldn't you put the picture together when you saw that I wasn't here?" she said, a mad look in her piercing blue eyes.

Zuko sat silently on his bed, his head hanging low. Slight humiliation begin to eat away at his heart. "I'm sorry. I couldn--"

"What you did has no excuse! It was sick. Disgusting! I can believe that you--"

Prince Zuko stood up. He admitted that he was wrong in going in without knocking (oh how he wished he had knocked) but he wasn't going to let her reprimand him on his own turf. "I've apologized already for what I did! But you weren't suppose to leave this room in the first place! Atleast be glad that it was me who walked in and not some other guy."

"Be glad? You want me to be glad? Oh please. If it wasn't for your uncle, who knows what you would've done to me!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? You seriously think that I'm that desperate?"

"I don't know and I don't want to find out. After all, you are teenage boy, I don't know what goes through your mind everyday," she said crossing her arms and looking away.

He took a step closer to Katara. A dangeriously close step. "I'll tell you what goes through my mind everyday," Zuko replied, his voice holding a menacing tone.

There was a pause of dead silence. Katara looked up at him angrily. She didn't like him so close to her; she was almost in the nude. Who the hell does he think he is? She lifted her small hand ever so quickly and struck him across the face. "Don't ever get that close to me again. Ever!" she yelled and pushed him away from her. She 'humphed' arrogantly after giving one last hateful glance his way and began to depart from the room.

"Where do you--"

"Shut up and don't talk to me!" The waterbender stomped her foot and slammed the door behind her.

Prince Zuko just stood there, alone in the room, while he rubbed his stung cheek.