Hi peoples. I absolutely hate history from now on. I had to do a paper on family im/migration, and it took me two hours to get only two and a half pages! Isn't that just awful? Anyways, in other news, seriously, you guys should listen to Jesse McCartney's CD Beautiful Soul. The lyrics might seem on the corny side to you, but just listen to the background melodies. That boy has some serious taste. And I recommend 3LW's CD A Girl Can Mack. It came out a few years ago, but the songs are excellent. And me and two of my friend started an Avatar website, it is under construction, but visit it and tell me what ya think, okay? You can find the website addy in my profile. It is supposed to be a site where you can talk to other Avatar fans, and it will be, but it isn't just yet. For now, let me get off my soapbox and continue the story. Oh, and if you were wondering why Aang didn't get hit in a "better" place, it was for a reason. Hey, the story is labeled drama, remember? And this chapter will be kind of on the dark side, which matches my mood at the moment.

I don't own Avatar.

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Katara held Aang as Sokka pulled the arrow. The bleeding sped up a little bit. Katara inspected the gash. It wasn't too deep, but it was already getting infected. "We need to hurry up," she said, clearly worried. She was trying not to cry, but she couldn't help remember her last conversation with Aang.

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Aang and Katara were lying down in the sand, their sides hurting from laughing too much. They had spent the hour talking, laughing, reliving memories, and just having a great time.

"It's such a beautiful day, Katara. I'm glad that you decided to spend some time with me," he said.

That is so sweet, she thought.

Aang started to stroke her hand. He wasn't very graceful, though. He is such an amateur. She started to giggle, not aware of the effect it was having on Aang. His mood turned from carefree and happy to confusion and frustration. He stood up, turning away from her. Why is she laughing at me? I want to make her happy, and I'm trying, and it stillseems like she thinks this is funny!

"Why are you laughing at me?" he asked her, practically yelling.

What is his problem?

"What has gotten into you, Aang?" she told him, seriously wanting to know why he was acting like this all of a sudden.

Don't play dumb, Katara, Aang thought, getting a little hot.

"I try to make you happy, to enjoy this moment with you, and you laugh in my face! What is that about?" Aang yelled. With a little guilty satisfaction, he saw Katara flinch at his tone.

"I'm just laughing because you are an amateur!" she explained. Aang's face went from disbelief to anger to sadness and back again. What the hell does she mean by that? His face must have shown his thoughts, because Katara was frantically trying to explain herself.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, I just" Katara stuttered, but was interrupted by Aang.

"What do you mean then? Seriously, sometimes I wonder if you think this is a joke, like you don't take me seriously!" he stopped for a moment to kook at her. She was near tears, and looked like a little kid caught in the candy jar.

"Aang, please, calm down. Let me explain!" Katara choked out, crying.

"You can explain later. I need to go for a while to go over my thoughts," he whispered, walking away. Katara ran after him, grabbing his hand. Aang gently pushed her away, saying, "Please leave me alone. I need to spend a little while by myself."

Katara cried harder, looking back after him before running back to camp.

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If only I had been a little nicer. She thought, but that feeling of self-pity was quickly diminished. Never mind, he should have been a little nicer to me! Usually he is so understanding! What sparked that mood change? She sat silently, her mood going back and forth between self-pity and anger.

"Is the antidote ready?" Sokka asked her, snapping her out of her trip in la-la land. Katara looked down. She hadn't realized that she had been making the antidote. What is going on with this day? she quietly asked herself.

"I have it right here," she answered, taking a deep breath before applying the creamy mixture onto the wound. She heard a soft gasp from Aang, realizing that the potion must've waked him up. She reached over and patted his head, motioning to Sokka to get her canteen. She bended some water on his head to calm him down. She took a rag and gently massaged the mixture in with it, then closed the wound using her healing abilities. She sat back, washing her hands and putting away the supplies they used. She glanced over at Aang, who was sleeping peacefully.

"Oh, no." Katara walked over to her brother, who was holding the arrow and looking at it.

"What's wrong, Sokka," Katara asked worriedly, wondering why her brother was upset all of a sudden. Sokka gave her the arrow with a shaky hand. Katara gasped.

"Beware. This is not the end." Katara read the engraving on the arrow over and over again, before examining it. She threw it down on the ground, letting go of her emotions at the same time. Sokka watched as his sister screamed, cried, and shouted. He watched her as she roll around in the sand and stomp her feet. He watched her go almost hysterical, before he watched Katara finally calm down on her sleeping bag. He walked over to her, soothing her by stroking her back.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, genuinely wondering why she had acted like that.

"The-sniff-arrow-choke-belonged to Jet! I-gulps for air- remembered he had arrows just like that one!" she managed to get out before bursting into another round of tears. Sokka sat back, not believing one word he heard.

I can't believe this. Jet? Why would he do something like that? Is it because we tried to stop him from destroying the village? Sokka looked over at his sister, who had fallen into a deep sleep beside Aang. Is he seeking revenge? Sokka got up and started to pack up his bags, confirming his answer. Whatever-and whoever- it is, we need to get out of here, and quick.

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Aang moaned as he woke up. His leg was throbbing. He sat up, realizing that he was on Appa, flying through the friendly skies. Why am I on Appa? Last thing that I remember, I was shot with an arrow, and then everything went black. His curiosity was cleared by Katara, who he now noticed was looking at him with happiness, concern, and apology.

"I found you lying in the dirt. You were unconscious because the arrow was tipped with poison. I took you back to camp, and Sokka helped me get you cleaned up. Then we decided to leave, because we think we found out who shot you," she tried not to cry, taking Aang's hand into her own.

"Who did it?" he asked. Aang saw Katara and Sokka exchange glances. This is bad.

"Well, Aang. We believe it was-Jet," she quietly said. Aang looked at her and stated to cry.

"Why? Why would Jet do that to me?" the avatar asked.

"We don't know, Aang, but Katara and I are going to find out." Sokka was looking at Katara and Aang. His sister nodded. She was cuddling Aang, soothing him with her gentle whispers and touch. He watched as the two fell asleep, still holding each other.

We'll find out.

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How did you guys like that? It was a little short, but the story is filled with good stuff. So please review, and let me think of how I want the next chapter to go.