Disclaimer: I do not own the Avatar: The last Airbender. OK! No one does except for the creators, and Nick! Why would anyone think that I would own it!

Just wanted to say sorry for the long update. I've been so busy with my other fanfic, Walk With Me which I encourage everyone to read. Another Zuko fic. Yahhh Zuko!

The morning came, and Prince Zuko waked up, immediately. Zuko sat up, and his back screamed in agony. He had never slept on the ground floor before. He looked over to his Uncle. He seems to be doing fine now, he's breathing back to normal. Zuko put his hand over his Uncle's forehead. And he's fever is gone.

Zuko heard a noise, and turned to see what it was. It was that water bender. She was already up, practicing. Zuko felt a pang of guilt. I should, apologize… Zuko left his Uncle and walked over to Katara.

Unsure of how to start his apology, he said, "Good morning,"

Katara looked at him, wondering what he could be getting at. She just replied coldly. "What's so good about it?"

"That my Uncle is alive," said Zuko, wondering, if that could pass as an apology.

"You just have an answer for everything, don't you?" Katara mocked.

"Listen, peasant I-"

"My name is Katara," Katara interrupted. Zuko sighed,

"Katara, I just wanted to say…I'm sorry about last night," Zuko whispered. Katara was surprised. She wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth. "It's just that, my Uncle is all that I left. I have no home, or family that will accept me." He looked over to his Uncle.

Katara's face softened. "It's okay Zuko. I forgive you. What do you mean you have no home? You're Prince! Don't you have a huge palace, with your evil father? No offense" said Katara.

Zuko's face saddened. Home he thought. He didn't answer; he just lowered his head, showing his scar. Katara did not know how to take this. This was a new look for the Prince. She could see a similar sadness in him. A sadness that longed for something…

An awkward silence surrounded them. Then Zuko asked Katara "How long have you been able to heal?" hoping to steer Katara away from his past.

"Actually, not that long." She answered, looking at her hands. "You see, Aang, Sokka and I were with Jeong Jeong-"

"The traitor of the Fire Nation?" Zuko interrupted, not caring for his manors.

"Yes. You see, he was teaching Aang how to fire bend, and Aang's fire got a little out of hand, and he accidentally burned my hands.

"Instinctively I went to the water to cool my hands. When I placed my hands in the water, they turned blue and my hands were healed." Katara explained.

"The Avatar can fire bend?" Zuko asked, not caring about the healing anymore.

"Yes, Aang can fire bend. At least make a little flame." Said Katara. But the Prince just frowned, and went into deep thought. But unfortunately, it was disturbed by grumbling noises.

"Man! Am I hungry!" Aang shouted. "Good Morning Katara! What's for breakfast?" He jumped and landed lightly on the ground next to her.

"We'll, we only have one copper coin, so I don't know what that would give us." Said Katara, looking at their money.

"I have money," Zuko offered. "I'll go to the market," and he started to walk off towards the path.

"Hold on a sec, Prince boy!" Sokka grumbled, he too hungry. "First off, you don't even know where the market is, and second, how do we know that you're not going to go signal some fire nation troops?"

"You don't" Zuko said.

There little argument was broke off, by Iroh's coughing. Iroh was starting to sit up.

"Uncle!" Zuko cried in delight. He ran to his Uncle's side, to see how he was doing. "How are you doing? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

Iroh waved Zuko's questions aside. "I'm fine, I'm FINE Prince Zuko. I feel much better, but now I must ask you, are you ok."

"Uncle I'm fine," Zuko whined as his Uncle tried to feel if he had a fever.

"You always say that Zuko, but how will I ever know that you're not fine?" Iroh asked motherly.

"You're not supposed to know that I'm not fine. Uncle, I'm going to be gone for a little bit. I'm going to the market."

"No you're not!" Sokka yelled.

"Don't worry guys, I'll go with him," said Aang. Katara and Sokka were about to protest when Aang whispered in their ears.

"Trust me guys, Zuko is not going to do anything. His Uncle is still very weak, and if he does try something, I can take care of myself. I'll call Appa," Aang whispered, and held up the bison whistle.

"How can you be so trusting of him Aang," Katara asked.

"I'll tell you later," Aang said quickly. "But please, just trust me on this."

Katara sighed, "Ok Aang, I give in. You can go, but Zuko" Katara walked over to Zuko and handed him their last copper coin. "Zuko, you're going to have to hold money. Aang has a tendency to…spend things,"

"Hey!" Aang cried.

"That's funny, it reminds me of someone!" and Zuko looked over to his Uncle. Iroh, knowing who Zuko was talking about, thought of a comeback.

"And you know what reminds me? That barrel of tea…" Iroh said.

"You still remember that?" Zuko asked bewildered.

"Well, it kept me going, I must admit," Iroh said, stroking his beard.

"What about the song?" Zuko demanded, embarrassed that he had to sing in front of people like an idiot.

"What about the tea?" Iroh asked.

Zuko made a loud grumbling noise. "Fine! Avatar, lets go before I do something I regret." And Aang followed him cautiously.

Stay tuned. A little friendship bonding between Zuko and Aang! Yahhh!