As requested by SuperStarSykor58
It was a glorious day in the Fire Nation. Under Iroh's new administration, weed had been legalized. I mean, seriously. Those people come with built-in lighters. The Fire Nation is the most obvious place for legal weed.
"You've gotta try this new strain, 'Zula," Zuko said excitedly, rolling the delightful herb into a joint and hitting it. "It's called 'Alaskan Thunderfuck.' I got it from Mom."
Azula took the joint. "You know, I've been thinking," they mused. "Now that all this political nonsense is over with, we ought to find her for real. She vanishes whenever we see her, but her physical body must be out there somewhere."
"I have good news, then," Zuko announced. "I know just the person who could track her down."
A few hours later, Zuko and Azula stood outside a bar on the outskirts of the colonies. Men were being hurled out of windows or running screaming through the door. Inside was little better, with fights breaking out every few seconds. In the midst of it all, a woman dressed in all black was drinking tequila straight out of the bottle and breathing in the general direction of any challengers to scare them off.
"Hey, June," Zuko greeted her. "I'm sorry to bother you again, but my sister and I need you to track down our mother." He held up a literal sack of money that was marked with a dollar sign. "I'll be sure to compensate you generously."
"Oh, Ursa?" June asked with mild boredom, swirling the liquid inside the bottle. "No need to do any tracking. She lives with me. In fact, we're getting married next week, now that it's legal and all. You're both invited to the wedding."
"Oh, really? That's fantastic news," Zuko said. "But could you take us to her now?"
"Just give me a moment." June finished the rest of her drink and slammed the empty bottle down on the table. With one graceful roundhouse kick, she incapacitated all six of the remaining patrons in the bar. "Okay. I'm ready now."
June and Ursa lived in a colony town, in a little house by the river. Because she was just so badass, June broke in through a window and ushered Zuko and Azula in behind her instead of entering through the door like a normal, uncool person.
"Mom!" Zuko called out. Ursa looked up from writing her grimoire.
"Kids!" She greeted them joyously, wrapping them in a warm embrace. "Welcome home, welcome home. Why don't you stay for dinner? Oh, that's too mean. You're free to stay here as long as you want!"
"Are you real?" Azula asked, feeling Ursa's face. "You aren't going to dissolve into a cloud of smoke again?"
"Of course I'm real!" Ursa reassured them, suspiciously opting not to answer the second question. "June and I will cook something — feel free to stay and chat or explore around the house. Just don't go in the attic. That room's off limits."
"Why, what's in there?" Zuko wondered.
"Oh, nothing. Just some dead fascists," Ursa laughed, and Zuko and Azula joined in. Without Ozai around anymore, they'd become a family of anarchists, and you know what they say, a family who who anarchs together abandons their patriarch together. "But seriously. Don't go in that room," she warned them.
"Sure, Mom. We're just glad that you aren't a hallucination," Azula said.
As soon as Ursa left for the kitchen, Zuko and Azula made knowing eye contact. They had to know what was in the attic — but June dropped down from the rafters before they could even make it all the way upstairs.
"I know you're looking to find out what's in the attic," she said. "Your mother doesn't want me to tell you this, but it's her stash. It's no normal pot, though. It's a strain she cultivated herself called Waxy Meatball Frozen Zipper. She doesn't want you two smoking any because it's extremely rare and hard to grow, not to mention that you have to be a level 57 anarchist to use it to teleport like she does."
"Use it to teleport?" Azula echoed. "That's what all this was? So she wasn't a hallucination all those other times?"
"She was real, all right." June disappeared back into the rafters. "Ask her for some once you've thrown bricks at a few more banks. See you guys at dinner."
The siblings looked at each other with feverish excitement. Zuko suggested, "Let's go burn down town hall."