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.

Sokka sat up, and rubbed his eyes before opening them. He yawned and stretched his arms, "G'morning Aang."

"Five more minutes," Aang said, turning on his side and pulled up his blanket.

Sokka laughed, "I never said anything about getting up. All I said was, good morning."

Aang yawned and rubbed his eyes, "Whatever."

Sokka stood up and rolled his sleeping bag up. He put on his socks and shoes and walked over to the small Avatar, who was still lying down. "Katara will be here in three days. Aren't you happy," he asked in an unusually cheery voice.

Aang sat up immediately and grinned. "Yes! I can't wait to see her."

"We better clean up those uniforms and have them ready, just in case."

"OK!" Aang got up and dusted himself off. He folded his blanket and put his staff behind his back, and then he paused to look out the window, "I miss Appa."

Sokka stared at the Fire Nation Guard uniforms and sighed, "Maybe we can stop by later."

"No, it's OK," Aang whispered. "If I saw him, I'd miss him more."

"Just think of happy thoughts, Aang. Think about how crazy Momo is," Sokka said as he watched Momo trying to dig a hole in the cement."

Aang laughed, "Come on. Let's go to the river and clean these things. Then we can go and have breakfast."

"Great! What are we having?"

"Grass, if we're lucky enough to find any," Aang replied grabbing the heavy outfits.

Sokka just groaned and rubbed his stomach.

---"Shame on you if you fool me once…"---

Admiral Zhao finished putting on the last of his armor and took one last look at his reflection. Get ready for a long day, he thought as he headed towards the door. He opened the door and took a deep breath. As he was walking down the never-ending corridor of his Fire Navy Ship, a guard from Prince Zuko's ship approached him.

"Good morning,Admiral Zhao."

"Good morning."

"I have some news involving Prince Zuko."

"What did he do this time," theAdmiral asked arrogantly.

"He's ill."

"What does he have? A runny nose," Zhao asked before laughing at his own joke.

"I don't believe so. He seemed to have…the fever."

An awkward silence fell over them, beforeAdmiral Zhao responded. "Very well. I'll stop by his room later. What about the girl? Where is she?"

"She's out on the deck with Retired General Iroh."

The Admiral nodded. "Thank you," he said in a business-like voice. He stepped to his side and walked past the giant guard. He saluted the other guards that were standing around the level and walked onto Zuko's ship. That's when he saw her, alone.

She was just standing there, leaning on the railing and looking out into the sea. As he walked closer to her, he noticed that she was practicing her water bending, and he couldn't help but smirk when he saw her slender body. She is a well developed woman and she's going to be mine. Zhao looked around before taking another step toward her. Every step that he took seemed to last forever. This is it Zhao.

Katara raised her arms, ready to do the whip. She turned her body to the side. Shift your weight through the stanzas, she thought and carefully lifted a small amount of water from the sea below her.

"What are you trying to do?" a male voice asked from behind her.

She gasped and dropped her arms, making the water spilled on the floor.

"Don't tell me that you're scared," Zhao mocked as he grabbed her wrist and turned her around. He looked into her blue eyes and placed his hand on her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "Your eyes are so beautiful. They're so peaceful, it's like you're water in human form."

She looked away, "What do you want?"

"I want you," he said and positioned his hand under her chin, making her face him.

"Tough luck," she said, trying to push him away with only one hand.

He laughed, "Do you actually believe you have a choice?"

She stopped trying to push him away. "What does that mean?"

"I think you know," and just as he leaned forward to kiss her, she spit on his face. He backed away and wiped his face. "Foolish girl. You made the wrong move." His grip on her wrist tightened and he dragged her into the closest available room. He pushed her against the wall and began kissing her neck. His hand slowly ran down her body and stopped when it reached its destination…between her legs.

"Let go of me," she cried. "Get your hands off of me! Help!"

"Shut up! Shut up," Zhao yelled and covered her mouth with the hand that was touching her. "Shut up or I'll kill you…Your choice." He took his hand off her face and she gasped.

"Please don't do this to me," she cried. "Why are you doing this?"

As one hand held her against the wall, the other went up her shirt. "Because I want you," he whispered.

Yell, Katara! Yell as loud as you can! If someone hears you, they'll come in. Yell! Scream! Do ANYTHING, her conscience demanded. She hesitated. Maybe Zuko wouldn't kill her…but Zhao would. Now! Katara screamed as loud as she could, compelling Zhao to jump back slightly and let go of her.

"Prince Zuko! Help me!" She tried to make a break for the door, but theAdmiral got to her first. "Get off of me! DON'T…TOUCH…ME," she yelled, struggling to slip out of his grip. He put his hand over her mouth once more and pulled her away from her only exit.

"I warned you," he said with his teeth clenched together and raising one hand toward her face.

At that moment, Prince Zuko ran into the room and saw them. Katara face was filled with fright andAdmiral Zhao was looking at her with extreme frustration and anger. "Let go of her," he commanded as he stood by the door.

Admiral Zhao looked to his side, and as soon as he realized that it was Prince Zuko, he let her go and she fell to the ground.

Prince Zuko walked to Katara's side and helped her up. "What were you doing to her?"

"Why do you care? She is just a prisoner."

"She is my prisoner. You have no business, talking to her."

"I wasn't talking to her," Zhao said as he smirked at her.

Zuko fumed when he saw Katara look away in disgust. "What were you doing to her," Zuko whispered harshly.

"Ask her."

"Well?" Zuko turned to Katara and put his hand under her chin and looking into her eyes. "What was he doing to you," he asked softly, concern in his voice.

"He was touching me," she said and closed her eyes. Humiliation overwhelming her entire body.

"What?" he whispered and turned to him. "You little…"

Admiral Zhao laughed. "Prince Zuko, you can honestly tell me that you've never looked at her and had urges. I'm a man! I do what I want!"

Zuko raised his fist and throw him against the wall with a giant flame. "Don't ever get near her! Ever!" He gently grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. He closed the door and locked it, leaving theAdmiral in there.

Katara looked up at Zuko and smiled. "Thank you so much," she said and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you…," she whspered repeatedly. He just stood there, not knowing what to do, but soon he placed his hands on her waist and sighed. It had been a long time since he had hugged anyone.

Tell her that you love her.

I don't love her. Besides, even if I did, she doesn't love me.

Youhonestly think that she doesn't love you? Look at the way she's hugging you.

She's just grateful that I saved her.

She could've just said "thank you", the hug wasn't necessary.

But…

But? But nothing.

Zuko opened his mouth, his mind beginning to form words untilKatara interrupted. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier," she apologized and released him, a shy smile on her lips. "I just didn't want you to get your fever again."

He smiled. "I know. My uncle told me everything."

She let out a small laugh. "Zuko…," she began. "When you heard me tell your uncle that I would never love you, I didn't mean anything by it."

"So…what are you saying," he asked with a smirk on his face.

"What I'm saying is…," Katara paused. Chose your words wisely this time. "Just forget I ever said it."

He looked past her and sighed. Just forget I ever said it? What is that suppose to mean? "I think it'd be best if you slept in my room again. I don't want that man to come into your room during the night and do something worse than just touch you," he said with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Do you really care about what happens to me," she asked, sadness in her voice.

He nodded. "Get your things and put them in my room."

"I'll go soon, let me just think for a little bit."

"Alright…Well, I'm going to be in a meeting the whole day with Admiral Zhao. Just remember to move in before nightfall." He gave her a small smile and walked over to the meditating room. He needed to let out Admiral Zhao.

The Admiral stood inside the meditating room, enraged. "You got away this time," he said to himself. "But next time…next time you won't have as much luck."

He walked over to the door and attempted to open it, but failed. "Damn it! That stupid prince locked me in!" He felt throughout the room, trying to find a way to get out until he found a small hole on the door. "What's this?" he asked as he lowered himself to its level and peeked through, a malicious smirk forming on his face upon seeing the two teenagers sharing a hug. Now I see why he doesn't want me near her. He likes the little wench. He wants her all to himself. He stood up, walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. He stared at the burning candles, his mind in deep thought. Prince Zuko likes his prisoner. How low can you go? Well, I can't blame, Katara isquite attractive…

The door opened and an angry Prince walked in. Slamming the door, Zuko ordered Admiral Zhao to stand up. "You always claim that I never have any honor. But here you are, touching a woman against her will."

"Zuko. Zuko. Zuko. You like her. That's the only reason that you don't want me near her."

"Wrong!"

Admiral Zhao smiled. "Tell me. What do you like about her?"

"Nothing. I just need her to get to the Avatar." Zuko argued.

"Personally, I like everything about her. Her smooth skin. The way her hair smells. Her attitude. You know, the way she expresses herself, shows me that she would be great in bed. Don't you agree?"

"Shut up! Don't talk about her that way!"

"Fine. I'll tell you what. You can take her first and then pass her on to me."

"Shut up." Flames began to discharge from his the teenager's fisted hands.

"I'm glad I got a taste today. That should hold me off until you're through."

Zuko threw a ball of fire at him, making him fall back. "I said 'shut up'! You aren't going to do anything to her. Understand?"

"Prince Zuko. Didn't your mother ever teach you to share?" Zhao asked scornfully.

"You won't touch Katara again. Don't touch her," he threatened.

"Why not?" theAdmiral askedas he got to his feet.

"Because I said so" he answered, his voice faltering at his excuse.

Zhao laughed. "Aww. Don't tell me that you're in love."

"I don't love her," he whispered.

"Stop denying it. I know you got the fever."

Prince Zuko turned around rapidly. ...What? He eyed him suspiciously. "How did you find out?"

"I got my ways."

"I didn't get it because of Katara."

"Well, it couldn't have been because of the war. You seem to let out your anger easily," the Admiral said as he looked over at the black spot on the metal wall. "You love her, don't you?"

The banished prince turned his head, and avoided the Admiral's stare. There was no way out of this one. Being a firebender like him, he knows. He knows about what happens when emotions are swallowed and not let out.

"Yes," he mumbled and shut his eyes. Dumb fool.

"I knew it."

"If you tell anyone…I'll kill you," he threatened.

The Admiral nodded in false agreement. "Alright."

"And don't even think of touching her again!"

Zhao smiled at the thought of being with Katara again, but soon let it fade. "Sure…"

"OK well. Let's go." The prince opened the door and stepped outside. He smiled when he noticed Katara was still on the deck…practicing her waterbending, by the looks of it.

Admiral Zhao walked behind Prince Zuko and smirked when he saw Katara grunt in frustration when she couldn't do a wave. They can watch you all the time. And when they don't, I'll be there...