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A/N:LadyFireCat here. My cousin hasn't really been working on the chapter so... This is all we can give you right now. For our excuses, go to our profile. Oh yeah and she included this note to you readers out there. Sorry it's so short. Don't worry we'll get the next chapter out as soon as we can. Ja ne.

From LittleMissMartini: Note: I might write some more to add onto this, because I think my readers will be like, "OMG when is she going to friggin get on with the story line!" To which I'll cower and reply, "I'm sorry! Ahhhh!"

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Chapter Four: In Which they Prepare Dinner

"What is he doing here!" yelled Sokka, horrified as Toph and Katara came dragging the prince of the Fire Nation through the sand. Aang peered at his face.

"Did you knock him out?" he asked, poking Zuko's shoulder. Zuko twitched but otherwise remained unconscious. Katara shrugged.

"He kept saying that he didn't want to fight me," she said. "So he blasted me a few times, but in the end I got him."

"You beat Prince Zuko?" Sokka asked, smirking. "Right, okay then. No, really Toph, what happened—aah!" Katara sent him flying backwards with not her bending, but a killer uppercut and right hook.

"What do we do with him?" Aang asked, oblivious to Sokka's moaning and clutching of his face, "At one point or another Iroh's going to come looking for him."

"That crazy tea guy?" Toph asked. She smirked. "I know, why don't we just make a trail of teapots leading another direction?"

"Why don't we get him to some shade first?" suggested Katara, fanning herself. "I just took a dip and I'm still sweating like a Stub-Tailed Water Weasel."

"Can those be ridden?" asked Aang, perking up.

Katara rolled her eyes. "They could, but you'd probably kill them because they're weasels." Aang sighed and he and Katara proceeded to drag him into the shade of a tall banana tree with a canopy of wide leaves.

"Why don't we just kill him?" said Sokka, who had appeared rubbing the large red marks on his face. He cringed and held his hands warily over his face at Katara's glare.

"Look, he's going to wake up sooner or later, so why don't we just tie him up?" suggested Toph reasonably.

"Because he'll just burn away the rope," Katara replied. She drew water from her pouch, formed her healing glove, and set to work repair any broken bones and tend to any bloodied flesh.

"Riiiighttt," said Toph slowly as if she were trying to teach a stubborn child that one plus one equals two. "But if you use leather he can't. Leather is slow to burn, difficult to break, and will cause him pain if he tries to burn it." Katara, Aang, and Sokka all looked around at her in surprise.

"Hey," Toph said defensively as if she had sensed their surprised looks. "How else do you think I made it to Earth Rumble 3, 4, 5, and 6 without my Earth bending master finding out?"

"You are one bad little girl," Sokka said, inching away from her.

"Great idea," Aang said, "but we don't have any leather."

"Sure we do," said Toph cheerfully.

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"Nooo!" Sokka winced as Katara sliced thick strips of leather from the flap of Sokka's bag. "I bought that bag with my own money!"

"Nooo," said Katara, intent on cutting. "You bought this bag with the money to stole from little Fu Jeng." Sokka rolled his eyes and waved off her accusation.

"Steal, borrow, same thing," he huffed. "And besides, that was four years ago and he was too rich for his own good. What was a little kid going to do with all that money anyway? Buy a golden sled?" Katara sighed.

"There," she said after a few moments of intense slicing, "that should be enough—"

"Yes, let's stop now. That's plenty," Sokka hurriedly cut in, looking forlornly at his bag without a flap. Toph raised her eyebrows and grinned.

"For the prince of the Fire Nation?", she butted in. "No, I think we should just cut it all—you know, just in case he's really strong." Sokka moaned as Katara nodded and picked up the knife again.

"Okay, Aang, Toph, Sokka—oh shut up about the bag already—take these strips and tie him up. I'll cut more." Grumbling and shooting nasty looks to the Fire Nation prince for being so strong, Katara and the knife for cutting up his favored bag, and at Toph, which she pleasantly ignored, Sokka grabbed Zuko's hands and bound them tightly. Aang did the feet and wadded up a strip of linen to block Zuko's mouth from blowing out fire, then secured it with a strip of Sokka's bag.

She leaned close to him (unconsciously breathing in his scent of sweat, wood smoke, and an aging chess set). "See, this is what happens when you fight and say you're not," she said with venom.