Hola me amigos and amigas, how are y'all? Okay……..that wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. So anyways, I was talking to this guy, and he's like "Hey, are you that fanfiction person writing the story thing?" and I'm like, "Why yes, yes I am, depending on which story your talking about." And he's like "Ya know, that really good one" And I was like "Well than of course it's me. The story is called Identity, by the way." And he was like. "Oh. We are talking about different stories then. I'm talking about that one called Dangerous Ground." And I was like …… -.- fine. So that's my story, and congratulations to the author of Dangerous Ground, wilderness-writer. Some kid thinks your stories really good.

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Zuko stared at the desperation in the blue eyes of his prisoner, and then turned to meet the accusing glint of the pendant. I don't need this anymore, he convinced himself. It's not important. I have a prisoner. I don't need the necklace. He looked again at the water tribe girl, who verged on tears. I shouldn't give it back, he told himself. I have it for bribery. It's important. I should keep it. But even as he argued this cause, he knew that even this defense was weak.

Are you not trying to be nice, to win the girl's trust? Wouldn't giving her the necklace be something she would see as kindness? A voice strikingly like his Uncle's whispered these words to him, and the voice of his father haunted him right back. That would be compassion. That would be mercy. These are things that you should never give.

Even as the voices of his conscious continued to argue, his arm extended toward the girl, silently offering the beautiful stone. She reached forward slowly, almost as if she were afraid he would snatch it away as soon as her fingers brushed against it, that it would disintegrate at her touch. A moment away from the strap, her fingers shot forward with surprising speed, closing around the necklace and yanking back to the haven of her lap.

With her mother's pendant safely ensconced in her clenched fingers, she dared to meet the eyes of her captor. They were gentle and sincere and Katara was afraid. She was confused and scared and lost. This is not how this should be. He should hate, he should slap me, he should take the necklace back and taunt me for thinking he would surrender it to me. And yet he did none of these things. He stood very still. The edges of his eyes were softened a tilted downward, expressing gentle concern.

"Are you alright?" His voice was distant and her confused mind could barely grasp his words. She was vaguely aware of 2 warm hands much larger than her own grasping her fingers. "You're trembling." His concerned words barely brushed the edges of her consciousness. She could not deny his obvious worry. All her conceptions, all her carefully meditated expectations shattered before her mind's eye. Why did he not strike her? Why did he not demand answers of her? Why did he not shout and rage in fury? Everything about him was so foreign from her prejudiced beliefs. Her conscious, unable to stand anymore strain, gave way to the familiar comforts of sleep.

Closing her heavy eyelids, she fell back, unaware of the male who caught her and bore her gently to the bed. Turning away with a vicious snarl, Zuko marched out of the room in search of his Uncle, neglecting to lock the door behind him.

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Slamming the door to his Uncle's quarters open with a satisfying thud, Zuko barely contained his fury as he snarled at his Uncle "You drugged her?"

Uncle Iroh smiled genially at his nephew. "Come sit with me Zuko. We spend so little time together now a-days. I will explain my motives."

Zuko grudgingly seated himself across from his Uncle, taking a cup of tea, though he made no move to drink from it.

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AN: Okay, so maybe I made this part a little more dramatic then was necessary, but now it is painfully obvious that both Zuko and Katara have some serious character development to endure.

Zuko: Character development?………Is that what you call it? (Katara, who is currently bright red, slaps him on the arm) yowch, what was that for?

Katara: YOU DESERVED IT! (stomps off, clearly not happy)

Zuko: I was just asking a question……….phht……. girls……….

Katara, from offstage: …… men …..

WB: …………… stupid old men in stupid pink ballet suits with their stupid tea who dance stupidly because they are stupid………..

Iroh: ……….. mortals ………….(everyone stares) …………WHAT!

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