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!

Night had fallen on the ship and a tired Katara walked to her room, escorted by Iroh. She spent her day practicing her waterbending, and she told Iroh about how she finally managed to master the wave. He was quite amazed and told her that he wished that he was The Avatar, that way he could 'meddle' with the different elements. After telling Katara that Prince Zuko would come during the night to lock her door, the General bid her a good night.

She entered the dark, windowless room and sighed at it's gloominess. Hopefully, this is my last night in this bedroom. Katara changed into hernight clothesquickly and laid her blue water tribe clothes on a wooden chair. "I'll get dressed at dawn and prepare for escape. During the afternoon, I'llget away from here. From Prince Zuko." She laid herself on the bed and shut her eyes. "I have to return to my brother."

"Can't explain all the feelings you make me feel" -The Darkness from the song 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love'

Prince Zuko walked onto the deck after his tiresome training and looked up at the sky. Not a single star in sight. "Damn clouds," he said to himself as he tried to find at least one of the shiny objects. Ever since three nights ago, whenever he saw a star, he was reminded of Katara. You are nothing like your father. Although you don't usually show it, you have kindness in your heart. And you are not, and never will be…dishonorable. Never think otherwise. He smiled at the memory. After all he did to her, she still praised him with kind words. She was the best thing that ever happened to him.

After taking a brief shower, he dressed himself and got out of the wash room. He walked to his lonely room and quickly seized the keys beside his door. Zukopaced down the hallway that led to Katara's room, and as he approached her door, a mixture between anxiety and lightheadedness overwhelmed him.

He hesitated on opening her door. He had to check up on her, no doubt about it, but what if she was awake? What would he say? Would they argue again? Finally, after long consideration, Prince Zuko reached for the knob and slowly turned it.

The door made a small squeak as it opened, waking Katara. She did not move, she didn't even open her eyes. She knew it was Prince Zuko. And it would be for the best if he thought that she was asleep.

He saw Katara lying on the bed and smiled. He snapped his fingers and lit a small candle that was standing on a wooden table. As he looked around the bedroom, he noticed a pair a blue clothing arranged on top of a chair. After recognizing them as her original attire, he grabbed them and placed them gently on the table. Then, very swiftly, he lifted the chair and positioned it next to the 'sleeping' Katara. "Even in your sleep, you're beautiful," he whispered as he sat down.

For a moment, Katara forgot to breath. What is he doing?

Zuko looked at her for minutes. Taking in her peacefulness. He felt so damn guilty. Taking an innocent woman, and bringing her to a ship full of men. Twisted men. "I should've never brought you here. I'm so sorry for causing you so much strife." Zuko sighed. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Now you hate me."

No, I don't hate you…

"You know, compassion is a funny thing. It's not something I'm not used to feeling, not even with my uncle, but you came into my life and all of the sudden, it's like it's been there my entire life. How did you do that?" Zuko took a deep breathe. "Yes, Katara…I do care about you, even though I try to hide it."

Why do you try to hide it?

"I've wanted to tell you so many times, but I can't. This is the only way I can tell you…during your sleep. You're listening to these words, I know you are, even if you don't know who's saying them, I know you hear them in your dreams."

Tears began to sting her closed eyes. Please tell me this before I leave tomorrow. Please give me a reason to stay with you…

"My uncle told me that you're marrying soon and that you're nervous. So am I. I promise you that when I become Fire Lord, I'll kill Zhao." Zuko stroked Katara's cheek softly, and her heart began to race. "I wish you'd marry me."

Ask me to marry you…

"I'd even try to get along with your brother so you'd accept me."

Please Zuko…

"I know the Avatar means a lot to you. So even if you loved me back, we couldn't be together. The Avatar might consider you a traitor."

Yes, that's right, Aang. I can't be with you because of Aang…

"I want to hate you so much. But you make it so impossible."

I'm sorry.

Zuko smiled and stood up. "Good night Katara." He positioned the chair by the table and placed her clothes on it again. He opened the door and blew out the candle. There was a moment of hesitation before he finally decided to speak again. "I love you." He stepped outside her room and shut the door gently.

Tears streamed down her face. She was in total shock. The Prince that was suppose to hate her, the man who has been trying to capture her best friend for weeks…loves her? In the back of her mind she always knew, but she never expected him to tell her. She sat up and looked over at the closed door. "I love you too Prince Zuko." She placed her hands over her face as she thought back to everything he had just said to her. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks. "He loves me…He loves me and he wants to marry me," she cried in disbelief. "Why is this happening to me?" She laid down on the bed, fetal position, and hugged a pillow tightly. "Sokka, where are you? Why aren't you here? I need you…"

That night, she cried herself to sleep.

Sokka sat up, beads of sweat forming on his head. It was just a nightmare. Katara was alright.

She was swimming in a river, and the current began to get stronger. Herbending was gone, she couldn't help herself. She was drowning. Sokka tried to get to her but it was too late. She fell under the waves, and he never saw her again…

"Are you alright Sokka?" a groggy Aang asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Ye--yea. I just had a nightmare. Katara died," he answered, saying the last two words with tremendous difficulty.

Aang gasped. "Don't say that. She's OK. We're going to see her in a couple hours."

"Yea, a couple hours." The warrior sighed. "Something's wrong Aang. Something is happening on that ship. She's sad."

"Of course she is, she misses you."

"No! It's not that. She's miserable. I hope that Prince isn't doing anything to her."

"Is it your instinct again? Sokka, no offense, but your instinct is kinda…always wrong," Aang said rubbing his eyes.

"No, not my brotherly instinct. Something is wrong Aang. I know it. First thing in the morn--" Sokka stopped and furrowed his brow. An engine. He stood up and ran over to the window. "Look!"

The young Avatar ran to the window and looked outside. Over the trees, there were puffs of smoke. "Do you think it's Prince Zuko?"

"It has to be," Sokka said.

"But he was suppose to arrive tomorrow."

"They're ahead of schedule," he supposed. "Lets got to sleep. We'll head out at dawn and get my sister."

Aang nodded and walked over to his blanket. "I can't wait to see her and tell her about your instincts. She'll crack up." He laid down on the blanket and looked up at the ceiling, thinking of the near future.

"Yeah…right. Well, goodnight Aang." Sokka pulled up his sleeping up, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

A/N- Does it make me a dork that I cried while writing this?