A/N: I hope you all liked my last chapter and are still wanting to know what is going to happen to both Katara and Zuko. I don't know if I'll be able to put too much romance into this story. Once you read a little more you may find out why, but just let me know what you think before you send any flames. Stories often progress far beyond that of what it was originally meant to.

Thanks to my group of reviewers: chickendog, Veglma, and Tatiana!

Chapter Two: I'm who?

The smell of ash and steel wafted up into her nose as she woke back into the world. Her body felt as if it had been run over by a tank, it had stopped, backed up and then did it all over again. The Fire Nation could come up with the most painful things.

She could feel the presence of someone close to her. She could only guess it was either Sokka or Aang. At least she hoped it was one of them. She could already tell she was somewhere unfamiliar just by the smell. Since when did Appa smell of soot?

Slowly she brought her arm forward and received enough of a shock that it fell limply to her side.

"You should not move for quite awhile." A strange voice made Katara sure of the presence. Unfortunately, she still did not know who it was. Where were her brother and Aang?

She was remembering the events not that long ago. She remembered fighting Zuko. The only thing she did not remember were Sokka and Aang. Had they escaped? Or had they been captured? And why did she not feel like herself?

"I would not move if I were you." There was a hint of worry in the old voice when Katara struggled to sit up.

Opening her eyes was a new experience. Both her eyes were sluggish, but light filtered into them finally. What worried her was that her left eye would only open half way. There seemed to be something holding it closed.

Looking around, Katara found that she had been right in her early assumption. She was not in a place she knew. And beside her was most definitely not Sokka or Aang. When she realized who was sitting next to her, she backed away as quickly as she could.

This old man was with the Fire Nation. She had seen him many times before with Zuko. He was the enemy.

"Relax, Prince Zuko. There is no danger here." Placing a calming hand on his believed nephew's shoulder, the older general noticed the fear within those eyes.

What? Katara was instantly thrown for a loop. Was the old man going senile? How could he have mistaken her for Zuko? Aside from the fact that they were two extremely different people, she was a woman and well, he was not.

She would have liked to have just flown out of where ever she was and back to her normal life. If she was with this Firebender, then that meant what exactly? That she had been captured most likely. Now that she looked around the room she could see many signs of the Fire Nation. The tapestry above the bed she was laying on was the biggest clue.

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"I suppose now wouldn't be the time to say that the Avatar escaped again, would it?" The general sighed waiting for the explosion that was customary. Only thing, it never came.

Iroh looked to his nephew with confusion. Something must have happened other than fighting with the Waterbender girl.

"Are you feeling well, Prince Zuko?"

"If you keep calling me 'Prince Zuko' you won't be." His nephew mumbled. Clearly something in that statement shocked both of the room's occupants. General Iroh began forming suspicions within his mind.

Perhaps is was worse than I had thought originally. He seems to have. . . amnesia. This thought seemed to be both refreshing and disturbing. Refreshing in the fact that it could be fixed over time and that it was nothing life threatening. Disturbing that he had lost his memories. Although, the more he thought about it, the more Iroh grew to the idea. It could be enjoyable to have his old nephew with him instead of the surly young man his father had formed him to be.

"Tell me, do you know who I am?" The general asked with a little more of a smile.

"You're the enemy." Came a whisper as the now Firebender backed into the wall. He appeared more confused and afraid after speaking.

This 'statement' troubled the general somewhat. It seemed as if just more that recent memories had been erased. Now Iroh needed to know how to deal with this further. Thinking a good cup of tea would help his nephew relax a bit, the old man made his way to the door.

"I shall return with some tea. That always seems to help calm the nerves." Smiling, he closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway. "Yes, this will be most interesting."

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Katara was left to the silence of the room with only the light of candles and the fireplace for warmth. There was not a window to let in the light of day or even that of the night. That brought around the fact that Katara did not know how long she had been on the ship; the gentle rocking had given it away. There was one thing she did know though, and that was the fact that something was terribly wrong.

"What's going on?" She spoke to herself in what she knew should have been her voice. However, it most certainly was not. Am I a prisoner or not? It seemed to fit with how the old man had treated her. He truly did seem to care.

She wanted to see what she looked like. How bad the injuries were from her fight with Zuko. The two of them had not exactly fought nicely. Looking around, she sought out some form of reflective surface. Then she thought to herself, Why would they keep things like that on this ship? A ship full of men? That's when something caught her eye.

Two old broadswords sat crossed above the mantle of the burning fire. That was better than anything she was bound to find on board the ship. She just needed to stand up first.

With her already sitting up, she slid over to the side of the bed. Her arms and legs felt tense from the exertion of whenever she had fought the Firebender. It could have been days; it could have been only hours. How long, she did not know. To her it did not really matter at the moment.

Supporting herself slightly on her legs, she slowly made her way toward the bright orange blaze. With each step, the bandages she found were there for an apparent reason. She could feel pain with each movement until she reached her destination. Leaning against the side of the fireplace, she tried catching her breath wishing she had just remained in bed. Then she lifted her head to look into the blades shining metal.

Instantly she wished she had not. Peering through the cold metal and staring at her with piercing golden eyes was none other than Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.

This has to be a dream. . . Reaching to her face she place the tips of her fingers on the darkened skin of Zuko's scared eye. She was barely able to feel anything. The nerves must have been damaged somehow, she shot across her mind.

When the painful sensations of her legs become known once more it made her think. This really isn't a dream is it? In dreams you can't feel pain, right? With the shock of this realization, she fell to the floor just as the door opened behind her.

A slight breeze blew across his face as the feeling of sleep drifted away. With the crisp air, Zuko felt as if he had woken on the deck of his ship. He did not even notice the absence of the salt from the air and the ocean. A strange thought passed through his mind, Why am I sleeping on deck?

When the wind changed directions he caught the scent of something else.

Since when do we have animals on my ship? He thought as he struggled to sit up. He was a little soar, but that was to be expected after what he had gone through before. What he had gone through before. . . The Waterbender girl, Katara! Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings.

"Whoa! Maybe you shouldn't try to get up so fast." A strangely familiar voice came from in front of him. He knew that voice; it did not have very friendly emotions attached to it usually.

A forceful yet surprisingly gentle hand forced Zoku back down. Taking in the person who was there, Zuko noticed finally where he was. He was not on the deck of his ship. He was in the air on the back of that flying beast!

"Stay away from me!" The Fire Nation prince flung the water tribe boy's hand away.

"Hey, calm down, it's me." The boy known as Sokka spoke again. He reached for Zuko again, but when he tried hitting the boy, backed away quickly. Zuko fell back onto the fur blanket he had used as a pillow before.

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"What's wrong with you?" Sokka looked at his sister with confusion. Something was wrong with her. He knew she had a tough fight against that Zuko creep, but he did not think anything had been too severe. The healer in the last village had said that everything would be fine.

"What do you think you'll gain by capturing me?" His sister's voice brought him from his thoughts.

"What are you talking about, Katara?" The boy, Aang floated back from Appa's head where he took control.

"The Avatar. . . " A sharp whisper was the only response.

"Well, yeah. . . Don't tell me you're just now figuring that out after-- what three months-- traveling together?" Aang looked at his friend strangely. He moved beside Sokka, "I think that fight with Zuko knocked a few screws loose, if you know what I mean."

"I don't know, but something definitely isn't right about this." Sokka studied his sister who seemed to have grown quiet all of a sudden. She had her hand reaching for her mouth looking as if she might be sick.

"You okay, Katara?"

"Why do you keep calling me that wretched girl's name? Are you blind as well as idiotic?" After those words, the sick feeling look returned to Katara's face.

". . . but, that's your name. . ." Aang stated as he formed a conclusion inside his mind. Deciding it was truth enough to be brought to Sokka's attention and the look on Katara's face to help solidify his theory, Aang brought his friend aside.

"I think something else is wrong with her, Sokka."

"You think? I could have told you that, genius."

"No, Sokka." Aang sighed. "I think she lost her memories."

"Amnesia?" He sat quiet for awhile. "I guess that would explain a few things. She was pretty beaten up when we found her. I just hope she got in a few good hits on Zuko. He deserved what he got for what he did to her." He finished harshly.

"Calm down. I agree with you, but right now we have other problems to think about. Mostly, how are we going to get Katara to remember us? She thinks we're the enemy."

"Enemy?" He almost yelled in disbelief. "How can she think we're the enemy? We're not the one who did this to her!"

"I don't know, Sokka." Aang shook his head. "But you can see it when she looks at us; she's not exactly happy to be here either."

"That's an understatement." Katara snorted. "And who is this 'she' you idiots are talking about?"

"She heard us?"

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"No kidding, you weren't exactly speaking quietly." Zuko was really getting tired of these two. What's wrong with my voice?

"If you do not release me, I will burn the skin from your bones." He growled out knowing that he would have a hard time forming any type of flame let alone carrying out his threat, but they did not have to know that. Although he had a feeling that they hardly believed him with the looks they were giving him.

"Oh great! Now she thinks she's a Firebender!" Sokka stood up. He was getting panicky now, Zuko could easily tell with the way he was pacing about.

Zuko was getting tired of this nonsense. Apparently, the two before him were a little unbalanced. They thought he was that stupid girl for crying out loud! That had to have counted for something. And for him not being a Firebender; he would have to show them reality. . . just as soon as his strength returned.

That's when the boy named Sokka turned to face Zuko.

"I'll get your memories back, Katara! Aang and I won't stop until you remember!" Getting down on his knees, the young warrior put his arms around his thought-to-be sister. "I promise."

This moment would have been all the more touching had Katara really lost her memories. It would have been more touching had it actually been Katara Sokka had been hugging. Unfortunately, neither were the case in the situation.

Zuko's first reflex was what he indeed carried out. When Sokka pulled out of his family embrace, the fire prince flew his fist right into the boy's jaw. This action sent the water tribe boy to the other side of the howdah on Appa's back. Zuko silently wished he had more strength, then Sokka would have stumbled through more than just a few feet.

"Okay, note to self. . ." Sokka said miserably. "Don't comfort Katara when she losses her memories. . ."

Idiot. Zuko was glad when the two finally left him to himself. How do I get myself into these messes?

The fire prince flexed his fingers when the stiffness returned to them. Upon closer inspection he found something that was not all together comforting in itself. His hands had grown darker than he had remembered. Aside from the bandages on his arms, he could make out markings that looked like burns caused by a hot flame. How had that happened? Surely he could control his own element better than a five year old!

Then he noticed something else that he knew to be wrong. He was wearing some sort of blue fur clothing. The last he remembered he did not wear any sort of blue or fur for that matter. What happened to his armor?

I bet they took it. When their stupid act is through it'll make it that much easier to bring me down. He looked to his two captors sitting at the front of what he knew to be the flying bison. He saw a small rat-like creature with the Avatar.

He felt like something was missing from the picture before him. There were only two and not three. Where was that girl, Katara? Those two in front of him had called him that name. He knew he was hardly mistakable for anyone other than himself let alone that girl.

Placing his head in his hands he came in contact, or lack there of, with another clue. Sitting up straight, he left his hand over the left side of his face. His stomach felt a sudden lift at the mere thought of what he was thinking.

Hastily he looked around for anything reflective. He had thought it doubtful with the lack of an actual room, but then he caught the light of the sun being reflected off of a sharp metal object. Zuko immediately knew it belonged to the girl's brother.

Sliding closer to where it lay, Prince Zuko picked up the light boomerang. Once the glare of the sun disappeared, he was able to get a look at himself. What he saw took his breath away.

He was the girl!

It's not possible! How did this happen? Zuko did not know that answer, he only knew that those bright blue eyes looking back at him were not his own. In fact, this body was not his. Now he knew why those two idiots had acted the way they had. They had thought he was their friend; all looks and explanations said that it was true. But he was not the same person they knew him for.

Okay, so he was the same person, but he was not. Not the girl, really. The girl was someone else, only he was she now.

Zuko had to stop thinking. The way his thoughts were going they were giving his a headache.

If I'm the girl. . . then where is she? Even that question sounded weird, but Zuko knew exactly what he meant. Katara had to have gone somewhere, but where?

A/N: This chapter wasn't as long as my last one, but it was only by a couple hundred words. No big deal, right? Tell me what you thought of this one in a review if you wouldn't mind. All I have to do is think that you don't like the story and simple not post it if I don't get any reviews. It's that simple, really it is.