Shieldmadien: Egypt's doing its own thing. I over looked them, I'm going in the order my history class is going so next is…the Vikings!

EctoPlasmicGoo: I love your name! My pleasure to entertain a member.

Velgma: Why did you kick Sokka? That's my job.

Avafangirl: Orcus is trouble. Took me forever to memorize the spelling.

Davis: I'm keeping it up right now!

Zukoscute2: You aren't supposed to like her. But she's not evil.

Ponyz: Did it make you feel better? If you say 'no' I'll make the buzzer noise.

Almostinsane: How's this for soon?

XSeabiscutX: Thanks, those will get used.

ArcherofDarkness: I have slept. Now I'm wide awake to write. Is there a problem with being a manifestation of fantasy and McDonalds?

PS: I'd like to buy a vowel please. An A. May I solve the puzzle? "A Kick-Ass Fanfic!" Yay!

Let's get on with the show!

When the Hell Are We?

Chapter Five: Rome Sweet Rome

I thank my friend Meg for this title.

Katara was almost running trying to keep up with Orcus. Aang, Sokka and Zuko were having almost no trouble at all. They ran through long hallways covered with mosaics portraying heavenly figures.

"Hurry up, Katara!" Orcus yelled from the end of the hall. "The courtyard's just up here. My father doesn't like to wait." Katara jogged up the hall to meet them. Orcus slowed to a calm walking pace. The five of them entered an open court. On the far side, there was a man sitting casually on a stone bench shaded by thick honeysuckle. He was of about his late thirties. Dark hair streaked with gray. When Orcus saw him she sprinted the length of the yard and threw her arms around his neck.

"Papa," she said softly into his ear.

"My little ray of sunshine," he cooed back. He looked at Katara and Co. "So," he said, "These are the travelers Acerbus told me about."

"Yes sir," Katara said and she curtsied. "This is my brother, Sokka. My friend, Aang. And Zuko." The boys seemed to have come out of their trances. Aang jumped out and gave the man his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you," he said brightly.

"Pleasure's all mine," he said, "I'm Abbas. Please make yourselves at home. What's mine is yours."

"Thank very much sir," Katara said, "That's very kind."

"Stop with the 'sir' stuff," Abbas said, "There's no need for it. Catena!" he called. A slave girl of no older than thirteen came out. "Show the guests to some rooms. I'm sure they want to rest."

"Yes sir," Catena said bowing. She turned to Katara and Co. "This way," she said quietly leading them through the halls. They went up to the second floor. "Here you are," She opened a door into a large bed room with a huge window with a beautiful view of the city in the setting sun.

"I'll take this room!" Sokka said loudly shoving Catena to the side as he ran in and jumped onto the bed.

"Sokka!" Katara said scolding as Zuko helped Catena up. "Say you're sorry."

"You're sorry," Sokka said sarcastically looking at her from his bed.

"It's okay," Catena whispered, "I'm fine. It happens all the time."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Katara began but she was quickly cut off by Sokka

"See, you are sorry!" he laughed until Katara slammed the door and his guffawing was muffled.

"He just…" She trailed off.

"…a jerk?" Zuko offered. Katara nodded laughing softly.

"Yeah, he's just a jerk," she said

"Well, let me show you more rooms," Catena said. They walked to the eastern side of the house. Catena opened the door to reveal a similar room, with a view of rolling green hills and a twilight sky.

"I'll take this room," Zuko said striding past Katara and Catena. "The farther away I am from the jerk, the better." He said with a smile and he closed the door. The next room looked over the center court. Aang took it gladly. Katara was taken to the last remaining room on the south side. This room looked over the farmland.

"May I ask when we eat supper?" Katara asked. She hadn't eaten all day. Thanks to the stupid 'author'.

"Someone will fetch you when it is time to eat," Catena said, "Now you can rest." She left and closed the door. Katara lay down on the bed and sighed. Can't remember the last time I slept in a real bed. Been sleeping in a sleeping bag too long… Before she knew it, Katara was out cold.

Abbas means father.

Catena means chain, because she's a slave.

Huzzah! Another chapter down! I think this is the fastest I've ever updated. I've been writing for four straight hours. I'll write more next weekend.

The Muffin Dragon