Hi again, everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in so long- I've been really busy. Well, now that I'm pretty much done with my Halloween prepping and stuff, I was finally able to write this chapter. If any of you weren't able to see the new episode, it was GREAT! Very creative, a nice change from the last one (which was kinda a bummer), and it was done by the better animator, too. So, uh, anyway, hope you enjoy Chapter 5- I made sure to make it funny!

Chapter 5

Three hours passed, and the commotion had finally started to settle down. Mom, Dad, and Bobby were in hiding, Sokka and Aang were mesmerized by the TV in the den, Iroh was in the kitchen having a cup of tea, and the rest of us were gathered around in my room.

Katara was still eyeing her new body with extreme distaste, the corner of her mouth uplifted into a sneer. "I still don't understand why any of this is happening. And the sooner I get out of this body, the better."

I huffed frustratedly. "I totally agree with you." Zuko cast a deadly look in my direction. "What? It's not like I want to stay like this. I'm pretty sure you don't."

Zuko iritatedly thrust a loose brown hair out of his face and snorted. "Of course I don't! But it's not like I have any other choice. You at least are in your own world." He then turned to Katara, resentfully looking at herself. "And as soon as this madness is all over, don't think I'm not going to continue to pursue the Avatar!" he spat. Zuko crossed his arms and forcefully shoved the strand back out of his face.

Katara glared at him and then returned to staring (cross-eyed, I might add) at the dark side burns running down her face. She grunted unhappily. "I hate this. At least you two know the other person walking around in your body," she remarked crossly. "And the worst part is, I don't even want to know who owns this-"

BOOM!

Another huge bang echoed in the hallway. All three of us jumped up and rushed over to the doorway. There, sitting in the middle of the floor, was Momo. He turned his great green eyes on the three of us, screeched, and clambered away as fast as he could.

"Momo!" Katara yelled, running over to the terrified lemur. He screamed louder and made ready to attack the approaching Admiral. "Come on, Momo. It's me, Katara!" The little creature eyed her mistrustfully, and the sound of footsteps running up the stairs reached my ears. Aang appeared at the top of the stairs and went running towards the scene.

The Avatar saw Momo, and his eyes lit up. "Hey, Momo! How'd you get here, boy?" At the sound of his voice, the lemur scrambled up on his shoulder and glared at the rest of us. He trilled angrily. "Listen, boy, something weird's going on. This guy," he pointed at me, "is not really Zuko. Her name is actually Christie." At this, Momo tilted his head. "And he," Aang said, motioning towards the Admiral," is actually Katara." The lemur peered at Katara curiously, and then decided it was safe enough to glide over onto her shoulder.

"OoooooK," I said. Everyone turned back towards me. "Well, no that that's over with, I seriously think we should get set for bed." I glanced at the clock in the hall. "It's already 9:34." Yawn. "Seriously, guys, we need to figure out sleeping arrangements." As soon as the words left my mouth, Mom, Dad, and little brother came hurtling out of their bedrooms and into the hall.

My mom saw the lemur and back up slightly. "Christie, don't think we're going to keep everyone here."

I rolled my amber eyes. "Mom, where else are they going to go? It's not like we can rent out a motel or somethin'."

Aang's eyebrow lifted. "Motel?"

"Long story." I continued. "C'mon, Mom."

My dad leaned over and whispered something in Mom's ear. She then sighed unhappily. "Fine, but girls stay in one room, boys in the other."

Bobby snickered. "Depends what you mean by 'girls and boys'."

As much as I wanted to kick the brat across the room, the little dweeb was right. After all, I most certainly couldn't be considered female anymore, though my mind still stayed the same. "Yeah, Mom. You mean who was a girl and who was a boy? Or who they are right now?"

My mother looked ready to give up on even trying. "How about whoever gets along the best in one room, everyone else in the other."

"But that leaves an uneven amount."

"Christie, you are going with him," she motioned towards Zuko," to make sure he doesn't do anything sick to your body."

"WHAT?" Zuko exploded, enraged. "Just because I'm not a little girl on the inside, you think I would stoop so low as to do something like that?" He was red in the face.

Mom responded coolly, "Listen, I don't know you. All I know is that you are a male who is trapped within my daughter's body. And I am concerned for her and her body's safety."

"Madam, I can assure you that no harm would come of it! It is now my body and that means that it's my responsibility to protect it!"

"Just-just go with him," my mom sighed to me, hand to the side of her face.

I shrugged. "Whatever, Mom." I then turned back to Zuko. "Well, we better set up the beds. C'mon." We went back into my room. "Oh, hey, can you pull that out?" I said, motioning towards the trundle underneath my bed. He snorted and went over to tug it out. I strode over to my closet, and with my new longer, taller body, I was easily able to reach the sleeping bags that would have otherwise required a ladder and unhappy Bobby to get me up there (sad, isn't it? My own brother had to help lift me up to grab those darn things).

"So are we sleeping in here?" At the sound, both of us turned around. Iroh was standing in the doorway, playing with his new braid.

Zuko went back to setting up the extra bed, carelessly shoving that persistent strand of long brown hair out of the way. "Yes, Uncle. We'll be staying in here, the girl included," he added, glancing over in my direction.

After the trundle and the sleeping bag was laid out, I showed Zuko and Iroh where the bathroom was, just in case they needed to know or had any late-night emergencies (more for Iroh than anyone, really). I grabbed a pair of new pajamas bought especially for my new "self" and hurried into the bathroom before anyone else had a chance. After rather disgustedly changing into new clothes, all the while being very very conscious about my rather new body parts (if you know what I mean), I was finally able to finish and return to my room.

"Finally. You're out. My turn!" With that, Iroh rushed into the vacant bathroom, braid swinging. My eyes made their way up to the ceiling and I made for the bed.

"Ahem". I looked up from pulling back the covers.

"Hm?"

Zuko had his arms crossed, silky hair spread over his shoulders (my hair, I noted in the back of my head). "Where am I sleeping?"

"Down there." I pointed to the trundle and sleeping bag. "Whichever one you like." I went back to arranging the sheets on the bed.

Zuko slipped into the trundle right next to my bed, slightly yawning. "Well, I must warn you; my uncle talks in his sleep. And snores. A lot."

I sighed and let the compact muscles in my shoulders relax. Great. I already had problems regarding sleep. Now I had Iroh's hefty snoring to add to that. "Is there anything else I should know about?"

"He sleepwalks."

"Great."

I rolled my eyes.

This would be a night to remember.

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I clamped my hands over my ears, desperately trying to block out the sound of the General gurgling in his sleep. I heard Zuko roll over a couple of times, no doubt trying to do the same thing.

"Shhhhhhh!" he hissed into the darkness. Iroh's snoring was temporarily silenced, but after a few seconds it started up again.

Snore. Snore. Snooooooorrrrrrre.

Ughhhh, I thought. I wonder if anyone else is being kept awake. Then my question was answered.

"Hey, keep it down in there!" a voice said, coming from the other room that our guests were sleeping in. Apparently, Iroh's highly obnoxious and loud snorts reached Sokka's ears as well.

"Mmmmmm. Junnnnnnnn…snooooooorrre…." Iroh's mumbling was really grating on my nerves.

Through the darkness, I saw Zuko's thin silhouette reach over and slap the sleeping General, hard. The heavy wheezing ceased.

Ahhh. Finally! I thought happily. I was ready to drift off to sleep when a loud explosion of Iroh's snores ratcheted off the walls in the room.

I seriously wanted to cry.

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Ugh. I groggily lifted my head from the pillow and glanced over at the clock with bleary eyes. 8:32. The sun was peeping through the curtains, and I felt just about ready to die. Iroh's snoring had kept me up all night, and I wanted to bury my head under the pillow and be done with it. Unfortunately, that just wasn't an option today.

"Ughhhh…you guys up yet?" Aang's sleepy voice wandered its way to my head.

I mumbled back a response. "Leave me alone."

"Fine. But your mom said that we'll just have breakfast without you. And she told me to tell you; we having waffles."

Sorry. No amount of waffles could get me up this morning.

"Tell her to leave a few in the microwave."

"Microwave?"

"Never mind. Just tell her to leave me some."

"Kay."

I listened to Aang's footsteps fade away. Then a different pattern of steps.

"I need something to keep this bothersome amount of hair up. Do you have anything?"

I pulled my heavy head up, and looked at Zuko, holding his hair to the side. "There are some things in the bathroom. Go knock yourself out."

After the sound of him walking died away, I flipped the covers back and slid out of bed. I walked over to the mirror to be greeted with a very tired-looking Zuko body. Bags under the eyes, well, the better one, and a very dazed expression. Even after switching bodies, I still looked like a mess in the morning.

After changing into some clothes, so tired that I wasn't even slightly aware of the "female vs. male" predicament, I stumbled downstairs to find everyone gathered around the kitchen table. Iroh was sipping his tea happily, Sokka was stuffing his face full of Fruit Loops, and Momo was hanging from the chandelier eating a donut.

"Ughhh," I groaned tiredly as I walked over. My mom turned around and handed me a mug.

"I heard about what happened last night. This should make you feel better."

I hesitantly took a sip. Coffee. Mmmmm. Normally, I wasn't allowed to have it. I guess today was an exception.

"Thanks."

I walked over to the table, where Aang and Katara moved aside to let me sit down. I finished my coffee without a word and luckily felt much better.

"So," I started. "What are we gonna do today?"

My brother, who was finishing the last of his cream-cheese bagel, looked at me. "Well, obviously we're not going out."

"I could've figured that one out myself."

"Well, you didn't."

I glared at him. What a twit.

"Hey, cut it out, Momo!" I looked over to see the lemur tugging playfully at Sokka's ponytail. He swatted the creature away and slumped in his chair grumpily.

"What's with him?" Aang asked, white donut powder covering nearly his entire face.

Katara turned to him and motioned that he wipe his mouth. "Christie wasn't the only one kept up by Uncle Snore-A-Lot."

Iroh grinned, cheeks reddening. "Hehe."

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It was almost noon, and the bunch of us lounged around the house. My dad had left for work a few hours ago, and considering that it was a No-school day, we were fortunate enough to relax and wait out the hours. I sat in my favorite seat, my back facing a few people, the rest sprawled out on the couch watching TV.

Boom!

An enormous bang erupted from behind us. When the smoke cleared, I saw Bobby and Momo quickly get to their feet. Bobby looked upwards, wide-eyed, and made a strange vibrating sound from his throat. Momo, on the other hand, looked down at his little lemur body and shrieked. "Aaaaggghhhhh! I'm a lemur!"

"Oh my god-" I stared as the two looked at eachother, and then at the rest of us. The real "Bobby", I presumed, started to drag at his furry eyelids and cry. "Lemur-face! Lemur-face!" He ran around in circled on his short, fuzzy little lemur legs and wailed pitifully.

Momo chirruped and blinked. "Rrrrrrrr….rrrr?"

I slowly took a step forward. "Bobby?" The lemur looked up at me, sobbing. "Ah-haaaaa-haaaaaaa! I'm FURRY!"

"OK, Bobby, take it easy!" I breathed. "It's not as bad as it seems."

"Whatdaya mean, it's not as bad as it seems? I'm a monkey!"

I held up my hands. "Hey, look who you're talking to! I got this!" I pointed at the ugly scar on the left side of my face.

"Hey!" Zuko remarked angrily from the background.

I turned around. "Sorry. Needed an example. Anyways, listen. Half the people in this room aren't in their right bodies. You've just joined them, that's all." This just made Bobby wail harder. It was starting to get annoying.

"Hey, Lemur Boy, cool it!" I snarled crossly. He immediately shut up and looked at me fearfully. "It's not that bad!"

"But he's got opposable thumbs!"

"Well, so do you. You're a lemur."

Bobby turned back and looked at his new tail, which was twitching madly.

"Plus, now you've got a tail. How cool is that?"

He turned his teary eyes upon me. "Maybe a little…"

Br-rr-rr-ing!

"Oh, phone!" I exclaimed. "I'll get that!" I dashed over to the counter and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Rachael. Is Christie there?"

I looked sideways. "This is Christie."

There was a silence. "What happened to your voice?"

I paused, thinking of a logical excuse. "Puberty." Everyone gave me weird looks. I cupped my hand over the speaker. "What? I couldn't think of anything better!"

"Well, uh, if you say so. Listen. I have something BIG to tell you. Like, you'll think I've gone off the deep end, flipped my lid, blown my stack, hit the ceiling…"

"Ok, OK, I get it! Really, what, Rach?" I asked, hurriedly.

"Christie, you're not going to believe this, but Appa is floating outside my window."

Well, that's it for now! I had a ton of trouble trying to fit certain things in this chapter, but eventually I eventually got around to finishing it. Soooooo…hope you guys liked it! It took me a long time to figure out what was going to happen; I write as I go; that's what makes a good story for me, plus planning's just a big waste of time, since I don't even follow my ideas anyway…

My character, Rachael, is dedicated to my friend (and loyal reviewer), Lensgirlfriend- so I hope that I matched her character well- I did my very best! So…toodles!