Hmm. Everyone hates the whore? Great that is how I inteded it. She is um how do I put this as delicately as possible...pyscotic. I can't spell. Ohhoohho It gets better. She get's what is coming to her. But you have to keep reading. Ahh chapter warnings. Attempted rape, you can guess. Um Distressed Avatar. Hmm what else. Cussin. Don't worry little ZxK action in this one..but just a lil itty bitty bit. See if you can even catch it BWAHAHA!

Katara signed and snuggled down into the warm bed. Silk on the bottom, soft warm fur on top. She smiled as she began to stir. She opened her eyes and gasp. The Fire Nation insigna was literally inches from her face. She frowned. She had forgotten about the whole incident. She pushed her self up on her elbows and looked around the bed. She started to panic when she couldn't find Riyo anywhere on the bed. She leaned over the side and looked under the bed, when she heard a scoff. She looked up and Zuko was standing over her, holding the baby.

"Looking for something?" He ask sarcasticallly. He handed her the baby and the bottle and turned.

"It's about time you woke up." He said picking up the water basins to clean and reflill them. She glared at him.

"What am I doing in this bed?" She growled. He glared at her with annoyance.

"I can't have you complaining from a bad back. You complain enough already."

"I have plenty of room to complain! I'm being held prisoner, against my will mind you, by a worthless exiled prince of the Fire Nation! NOT to mention that I am not allowed to leave your bedroom, and I'm not allowed to walk around except in here!" Zuko glared at her and set the basins down deciding that they could wait. Her words stung, but she wasn't going to know that.

"Better an exiled prince, than a traveling water tribe peasant who can't even protect herself." He snapped back. She glared at him, then looked down to the baby and cuddled him close to her. He was of course going back to sleep. She froze as she looked at her wrists. She looked back up at him confusion in her eyes.

"Who wrapped my wrists?"

"I did." She felt like laughing at that. He must have caught her strange look and he frowned. He slipped his armor on.

"Is there a problem with that." She snarled her nose at his cockiness.

"No, but you see I can heal myself! It was just that the blisters were a little to severe to do it all at once." He shook his head and walked out slamming the door cussing and muttering something about an ungrateful wench. She frowned and looked down at the sleeping baby. She knew that babies slept alot, she just didn't realize how much. She set him down on the bed and pulled his wrap back. She sat and looked at the small baby as he felt the security of the tight warm blanket being pulled away. Riyo stretched big then began to whimper. Katara smiled and bundled him back up, leaving his little hands out. Almost instantly his fingers went to his face and scratched it. She gasp and grabbed his hands. She frowned for a moment then let go of his hands, and tearing a piece of cloth from the hem of her skirt. She then torn that piece in half. She picked the baby's hands up and wrapped them each loosely. She smiled and pulled the fur cover of him.

After getting him settled, she looked around the room, taking in the little details. Regality was apparent and some what elegant. She thought for a second, and walked over to the door. She tested the handle. She doubted that he would have left the door unlocked but decided to try it anyway. It was unlocked.

This is great! I can take the baby and make my escape. Wrong. She pushed the door open just a little and stepped out. The guard that Zuko had just sent was coming around the corner behind her and saw her trying to walk down the hall in the opposite direction of him. He walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulder hard.

"Where do you think you're going? " He smirked. She looked at him wide eyed.

"Who me? I was just...uh.."

"Just nothing. Get back in there. You should be grateful that Prince Zuko is making you stay in his room." She looked at him with fear in her eyes. He grinned as he pushed her through the door.

"It's been along time since there was a girl on the ship. A pretty one at that." She gasp and slammed the door. A look in the man's eye frightened her. He looked like a rabid wolf eyeing down his prey. She hugged her self and looked around the cramped bedroom. It wasn't really cramped but being locked in it all day and night made the walls close in little by little. In this room she was safe, to an extent. Was that why he made her stay in here? Out of concern? Hah like that arrogant bastard knows what concern is. She stopped her thoughts before they lingered into dangerous territory.

She frowned at her predicament. Of course, she had to be the one that the Prince wanted for a nanny. The thought was kind of amusing at first then a realization hit her. He said until they find a suitable home..Then what would he do with her. She felt her eyes well with tears and her heart grew tight. Aang Sokka, please help me...

The doctor was a short stubby old man. With a deep accent that spoke in broken sentences.

He looked over Sokka and reminded Aang of a mole. With the nose, and the thick glasses. The man made a sound and waddled over to the other side of the still unconcious youth. He grabbed the boy's jaw and pulled Sokka's tongue out. Aang culred his nose and peeked over the doctor's shoulder. The doctor pushed Aang back a step or two.

"NO crowd. Give room." Aang frowned at the short man. He stumbled around Sokka a little bit and turned to Aang.

"Dr. Yin want know eat funny?" the young monk stared at the doctor. How was this lunatic a doctor when he couldn't speak right.

"Huh?"

"Friend eat funny?" The avatar sighed and looked to the doctor rather large assistant in hopes of some sort of translation.

"He was asking if you friend has eaten anything outside of his routine diet, something that may have seemed odd?" Aang thought for a second. Sokka eats everything. So not very much was considered funny or odd that Sokka stuffed in his mouth. Boy was a bottomless pit. Must have a tape worm. Aang decided and shook his head no to answer.

"Hmm. Kingdom?" The large man shook his head and looked at the avatar.

"What kingdom."

"Water Tribe." Dr Yin nodded his head understandingly. He stuck a finger in the air as he walked around Sokka yet again. He opened Sokka's eye and nodded again.

"Yes yes. Eat lil blue old lady sell."

"I understood that!"Aang said matter of factly. "Yes, he ate some of that ladies lizard soup." The doctor once again went into a fit of nods.

"Leave Dr. Yin. Do work." The assistant took Aang's hand and led him into another room. Aang looked up at the large man with hope.

"Whats wrong?"

"The lizard that the woman uses to make soup is called a Lil Blue. To most people it is a delicacy, but most of the people of the Water Tribes, north and south, shave an algergy to it. You friend is experiencing an alergic reaction."Aang's heart sunk. Katara had eaten an entire pot of it herself.

"Do they all act like that?" He said trying to hide the worry in his voice. "Cause another of my friends, his sister, ate just as much and she's water tribe to, and she's gone missing, and we think that she has been kidnapped, and if she's having an allergic reaction then she might die, and if we don't get to her in time that would be horrible, and I would never forgive myself becaus she's like my bestfriend and Sokka in there would probably try to kill me, then on top of that I wouldn't have any one to practice my bending with and I'll never master water bending in time and the whole world could be destroyed."

The young monk stopped to take a breath but before he could continue going the assistant stopped him.

"If you would let me finish. No, every person has a different level of allergy to it. In some cases it can be very severe even life threatening, with the frothing at the mouth, in and out of conciousness, random twiches and convulsions. Like your friend in there has, or it can be very minor, a headache maybe some dizziness. And can be anywhere inbetween." Aang's hearing had stopped after 'like your friend' and he lost it. Glowing and all. The assistant just looked on as the avatar tried to reel in his feelings. Dr. Yin walked out and shook his head.

"OH stop. Much better. Not bad as thought first.Two weeks." Aang regained control and looked at the tiny Doctor.

"He'll be better in two weeks? That's great. That means you can give us medicine and we can go look for Katara."

"No. Two weeks supervision. Third week go."

"But we've"

"Doctor Yin orders. No leave."

Malana roamed through the street an over confident air to her. She walked down to the dock where the boats were aligned.

"This one will do. Peachy." She chirped and cut the rope jumping in. She rowed a little out to sea then threw her head to the side eyeing widely a fish that had splashed She slapped the water with her open palm.

"DON't MOCK ME!"

Katara stood up. She proceeded on a routine througout the day. Riyo wakes, she feeds, she changes. Then she would play with him, not that you could play with one so small very much, until he fell back to sleep.

She walked over to a shelf that had a few old tattered books piled on it. She blew the dust off of one and picked it up. She flipped through the pages then put the book back on the shelf. If that damn man didn't give her something to do to tie up her time when Riyo was alseep she would go positively stir crazy.

Of course she could take a nap, but after the comment the guard had made, that wasn't an option. She would wait to sleep till he came back. She couldn't believe she was actually having to wait for a man to go to bed before she would. She understood it, but couldn't believe it.

She sat down on the edge of the bed being careful not to wake the baby. She began to braid and unbraid her hair to pass the time, while letting her mind wander.

Didn't Iroh say that Zuko was going to watch me handle the baby? Maybe Zuko doesn't like children? That's a shame. Waste of man. Wonder how Aang and Sokka are holding up? Bet they haven't even noticed. Wrists are completely healed, no thanks to the prince. But he did try to help it was a nice jester, IT WAS NOT, he only did that because he had enough sense to know that a person can't handle a baby with hurt wrists.

She groaned. She had given herself a peircing head ache, and her throat felt like it was stuffed full of fur. She stood up and walked over to the door peeking out at the guard.

"What!" He barked. She bit her lip.

"I don't feel so well. Can I have a drink? And can you ask ...Prince Zuko to come, I have something to ask of him." The guard nodded pushed the door shut. Had her head not been hurting so bad maybe she would have tried to make an escape, but not without the baby. She sat down in one of the chairs. The one with it's back to the door. A tap came at the door which rather shocked her. But only half thinking she bid the guest enter thinking it to be Zuko. She sighed and started to get up but froze. She heard the door shut and lock. She turned around and stared wide eyed at the guard.

"Oh god." She muttered under her breath. He walked towards her. She moved her hand out to the baby's washing water and covered the man in it. It didn't stop him. So she froze it. But with all the oils from the baby it didn't stay that way long. She darted under the man's legs and grabbed the door handle. She jerked on it and felt something tear in her shoulder. The man was either getting very angry or sickeningly aroused.

"Get away from me!" She screamed and ran to the other side of the room, trying desperatly to get to the broad swords that decorated the wall. But just short of reaching them the man grabbed her hair. She fought and fought. She finally opened her mouth and let out a blood curtiling scream. The guard was shocked by this, but covered her mouth forcefully.

"Shut you're mouth." He growled. He jerked as he head the baby Riyo start to cry his normal bottom of the lungs bloody-murder scream.

And screaming like that does not go unheard. Down the hall Iroh appeared out of his room after hearing what he thought was a woman's scream.Following the scream was the cries of his grandnephew. His eyes grew wide. A soldier had also heard and was coming down the hall to see just what the racket was. Iroh turned to him

"GO GET PRINCE ZUKO!" The old man yelled and ran heavily to his nephews room. He tired to open the door to find that it was locked. The guard had the key. He heard strained muffled screams and begging mixed in with the childs heart breaking bellows. Zuko came running down the stairs and found his uncle trying to get into his room and the guard no where in sight. He ran over to the door and tried it. Then something horrifying happened. Riyo's crying suddenly stopped. His key was on deck and he didn't think he had time to fetch it. No telling what could happen in that span. He thought and placed his hands against the metal door. Flames burst forth from his hands and made the door grow hotter and hotter turning red. He then kicked the door down. The guard had wrestled Katara to the groudn and was preciding to rip her clothes. Zuko grabbed the guard round the neck , flames still in his hand. He threw the man back to his uncle and a handful of others including the Captain and Lt. Jee.

Zuko looked frantically over to his son. The baby had been covered completely up by the heavy fur.He tore the fur back and grabbed up the baby.

Katara pushed her self up off of the floor and ran to Zuko's side. With out saying a word she grabbed the baby from his hands. She took all of the blankets off and turned the baby over where his stomach was in her hand. Tears streamed from her eyes as she vigorlessly rubbed the baby's tiny back. She felt her breath start to catch in her throat as a minute passed. Finally with a hack and a sputter, Riyo began screaming again. Katara laughed through her tears and brought the baby to her shoulder cradling him between her shoulder and her chin. Zuko stared in disbelief as the woman save his child. A tear slid down his cheek but was quickly wiped away. He put his hand on Katara's shoulder, that was exposed from the attack. She turned to him with a warm smile.

"He's alive." She cried. Zuko, who should have be smiling as well stared at her. He took the baby from her and turned to his Uncle.

"See to her. Put him down in a holding cell. I'll deal with him later."Iroh nodded himself crying as he had come to close to losing the only grandnephew he might ever have.He took Katara gently by the arm and led her off.

Zuko looked down at the child and pulled him up close. He almost lost him. That peasant...woman saved him with out him telling her to. He sat down in a chair and looked at the small child who had found his security and drifted back to sleep on his father's chest.

"Iwill notlose you. Surprising for nearly eighteen years I managed, now I don't think I could live without you." He said into the childs ear softly. He stood up refusing to let himself lay the child down on the bed. He looked around the room. A little blood was pooled where the guard had Katara pinned down, and pieces of her clothing were strewn all over. By the looks of the room she had used her bending against him then tried to get to the broad swords. He held Riyo with one arm as he picked up a piece of the girl's dress.

He walked over to his chest and pulled out a suit of clothes. They were his, but unless she wanted to wear hers, which left most of her exposed, or go naked she would have to get over it. Zuko stopped himself as he felt his anger grow. How dare that incolent bastard try to force himself upon a guest and then try and take my son's life? He pushed that back.

Baby in hand, he walked down to where Uncle Iroh had taken Katara. He handed her the clothes.

"You'll need these. Did he hurt you?" Zuko ask his eyes narrowing locking on hers. She shook her head looking down to the ground. He looked over her, her face was red and bruises were starting to form there and in some of the places her skin shown through the tears in her clothes. He shook his head and handed the baby to his uncle.

"You're lying." Was all his said a blasing hatred in his voice as he turned his back and left. His destination known though untold.

He threw the door open and walked in. The guard stood staring the shorter prince in his eyes. He was proud of himself. Not for long. The prince brought a swift kick to his knee, buckling it back and causing the man to fall foward on his hands and knees.

"You think it was funny! Did you amuse youself? You sorry excuse of a creature." He yelled bringing his leg up with a jerk landing his heal on target throwing the man backwards, blood spilling from his nose.

Fire danced in Zuko's golden eyes as he grabbed the man's neck.

"You sick bastard. You tried to rape my guest, but you couldn't do that with my son making so much noise."His hand gripped the man's neck the veins bulging and beating with the power of the man's pulse. He tightened his hand again, but this time the tighter his hand became the hotter it got. The man began to flail feeling his skin start to sizzle underneath the prince's hand. But this didn't stop Zuko. He hadn't ever taken a life himself, but he was rather enjoying this. The pain this man caused to his son and ...the girl. Blood soon ran over Zuko's fingers and down his arm. It was finished as the man vomitted blood and gurgled. The prince dropped him and shook his hand free of the blood.

He went back to where his uncle and the girl were. She was sitting on the floor in the clothes he had given her, shivering nearly uncontrolably. He knelt down in front on her on his knees and put a hand on her shoulder.

"He paid the price." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and she jerked flinging her arms around him. She held onto him tight and cried into his strong shoulder. He looked up at his uncle then back to the girl.

"Thank you.." She sobbed. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He hugged her tight and shook his head.

"No..thank you."

Ah there you go. Everything I promised. I think. Oh and no that wasn't the climax of the story. I still have a lot of hell planned for this couple. Remember crazy stalker prostitute. YAY R&R