disclaimer: all i own is my insanity...and my randomness...and my weirdness...and my WAFFLES!

CONGRATS TO:

1st place: Mew Naycita...for answering correctly and first

2nd: indiehippie...for answering correctly secondoh yea, and the answer was IT WASNT EVEN RAINING! or was it?

3rd: animeloverja...for- well you get the point

MY HUMBLE APOLOGIES TO MEW KELCITA. IN REWARD FOR MY FOLLY, I SEND YOU AN IMAGINARY WAFFLE IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION...I'M SORRY! WILLYOU EVER FORGIVE ME! falls to knees begging for forgiveness

"Katara?" Zuko asked disbelievingly. Suddenly, he let out a loud laugh that could be heard ringing through the humming silence. Sokka, infuriated that Zuko would start laughing when his sister was dead, dashed at him and collided head on.

"Sokka! She's alive! I caught her!" Zuko bellowed, gesturing with difficultly to Katara's limp form. Sokka paused with his fist raised as he sat atop of Zuko. Glancing at his sister, he let out a strangled cry and scrambled over to her.

Sokka gathered Katara into his shaking arms, noticing with grim amusement, the toddler wrapped protectively in her arms. She was silent, her deep sapphire eyes gazing at Katara with intellect and comprehension beyond her age. Silently, she jerked her head over to meet Sokka's gaze and tears swelled up in her striking eyes.

Sokka smiled wryly, saying in hushed tones, "Well, that's a little late, don't you think." The baby stared at him quizzically and opened her mouth emitting a clear word, as hard to miss as the glaring sun,

"Ucle." She said wearily, patting Sokka's chest. Sokka stared at her in amazement, and slowly became aware of Zuko's soft tread behind him. Turning on the balls of his feet, not bothering to stand from his kneeling position, he looked sheepishly into Zuko's golden eyes.

"Thank you." He whispered. Zuko nodded; no change in his thoughtful expression as he stared at Katara. Sokka grunted, trying to lift the two girls. Zuko immediately took Katara out of Sokka's arms, carrying her flaccid form bridal style to the healer. Sokka followed, catching up to him while carrying the child in his parka to keep her warm.

"I think I'll name you…Edana, until we find your parents." Sokka said thoughtfully, "Yes, I think Katara will like that."

Katara groaned and opened her eyes breathlessly. Her vision was blurry, but gradually became as clear and sharp as usual. She tried moving her hand but felt another in it. She tried moving the other and saw that yet another hand was in it. Getting frustrated, she tried to sit up but felt a warm weight on her chest and torso, so welcoming that Katara felt tears run down her cheeks knowing that that was what she longed to wake up to every day.

Glancing down to make sure it wasn't Momo or someone, she blinked a few times in surprise as she saw a child sucking her thumb with her head in the nook of Katara's neck, all curled and wrapped in a fleece blanket. The baby's eyes were on her face the whole time as Katara studied her. The child had milky, deep blue eyes only flawed with flecks of silver. Her hair was light brown and thin as a healthy toddler's should be at that age.

Turning her attention back to her hands, she followed the hand that was in her right up to the elbow. The shoulder; neck; and finally rested on the face. Her gaze softened lovingly as she saw Sokka sleep peacefully, head on her mattress and body in a rather uncomfortable looking chair. Shaking her head as she watched a thin line of drool slide down Sokka's chin and pool onto the sheets, she diverted her attention to the other hand. Once more, she worked her way up, feeling the thrill run through grow stronger as she looked higher. Elbow, shoulder, neck, face. Katara gasped in shock, even though she had already guessed it was him. Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation rest on Katara's left side, her right side.

"Mama!" the child shouted, patting Katara's chest, as if calling her mama. Zuko and Sokka jerked awake and Katara feigned sleep, for Zuko's pride. Sokka, the gullible warrior he is, shook Katara. Opening her eyes agitatedly, she contrived surprise.

"Sokka! How long have I been in here? The city! What happened?" Katara practically shouted, a bit overdoing it, but Sokka as Sokka, just thought she was concerned.

Wincing slightly as he stretched out his back, he replied, "Everything's fine Katara. You saved the city and Edana and Zuko saved you. But you've been unconscious for a week… speaking of Zuko, where did he go?" Sokka asked stupidly. Katara looked around. He must have slipped away while she was 'acting'.

"Wait a minute, who's Edana?" Katara asked, repositioning the child so she could sit up.

"Edana Taini. The girl you saved. I thought you wouldn't mind me naming her those, considering you're obsessed with those names. Also…" He trailed off timidly, picking his words carefully. "She's an orphan, and I said you wouldn't mind taking care of her, so congratulations! It's a girl!" He finished in a rush. Katara gawked at him and he sprinted out of the room, afraid she'd explode. Katara sat quietly, staring into the child's eyes.

"Edana Taini. I'll call you Ea for short." She said softly, gently brushing Ea's hair out of her eyes. "My little sweet ice."

"Mama!" Ea responded, clapping her hands together. Scrambling up, she cautiously picked her way to the side of the bed and looked back at Katara for assistance. Katara grinned and scrambled after her. Together, mother and child, queen and princess, walked down the dark hall and into a burst of light, into a new beginning.

yes, there will be a sequal ppls... probably up by tommarow...

riddle:

What...is my oldest brother's name? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!