Hey, everyone. Sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope you enjoy this one, it's based off a request from Kataang9. Anyway…I own nothing, so let's get on with the story.


Katara was never the heaviest sleeper. This was understandable, since poor Aang had nightmares a lot and she needed to be there for him. But even before then, ever since her mother died, she had always been a light sleeper, for fear of another Fire Nation raid. And under the full moon, finding sleep was nearly impossible.

Like tonight. The moon was fuller than Sokka after a buffet, and, naturally, Katara was having trouble sleeping. She tossed and turned for several hours before she could find a comfortable sleeping position.

But just as she started to relax, a chill ran down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut and shivered. And then…she saw something frightening. Something she had hoped she'd never see again.

Aang and Sokka. The two people she loved more than anything. So why did the sight horrify her?

Well, Sokka and Aang were moving toward each other, and Sokka's sword was drawn. And…and then something very terrifying happened.

She saw herself. She saw herself move rapidly and forcefully, manipulating the water inside Aang's body. It was only a split second before she had pushed him into a tree, but in that split second, a thought ran through her head. A disturbing thought.

At any given instant…if she were to get out of control around Aang…she could eriously hurt him. With this awful new power…this Bloodbending…anything could happen. And the thought of hurting him, or anyone else she cared about for that matter, was mortifying.

As she was thinking this, Aang was getting smashed into the tree, hard. "Auugh!" he cried. "Katara, you're…agh!…hurting me!"

Katara's eyes widened. "Sorry, Aang, I don't know what to do! I—"

Aang screamed in pain. "Katara! Stop! I…can't…breathe! KATARA!"

And then…


Katara's eyes shot open. She gasped. "Aang!"

She sat up in her bed, sweating and panting. What was happening?

Aang isn't safe around me, she thought. Nobody is.

She got up out of bed and began walking toward her bedroom door.

And standing in the doorway was Aang, looking very worried. "Katara…are you okay? I heard you yell my name , so I—"

"Um…i-it's nothing, Aang," she replied. "I just had a bad dream. But I'm fine."

Aang wasn't satisfied. He crossed his arms. "Are you sure? Because I can see you sweating, and it's dark in here. You don't seem okay to me."

She sighed. "I…I hurt you," she told him.

He was bewildered. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "You never—"

"No, in my dream," she explained. "I hurt you in my dream."

"How?" he questioned. "Was it bad?"

"Well, I…crushed you into a tree," she told him. "You told me you couldn't breathe, and I couldn't do anything, and—"

He grabbed her shoulders. "Katara, slow down," he told her. "I don't understand. Why was I crushed against a tree?"

"Do you remember that old inkeeper, Hama?" she asked him. "What she nearly did to you?"

He was confused. "What did she nearly—?"

"She tried to Bloodbend Sokka to kill you!" she said.

"Oh…" Now he remembered. "And then you froze me to the tree and froze me so that wouldn't happen. I remember now."

"But in my dream…I Bloodbended you. couldn't control myself, Aang," she said shakily. "I could have—could have—" She couldn't say it.

Aang sighed. "Katara…"

"You don't get it," she told him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't you know…how hideous this power makes me?"

"Hideous?" Now she was being ridiculous. Come on, Katara, you know that isn't—"

She cut him off. "I have the power to control people…take advantage of their bodies, Aang. Isn't that horrible? How did you feel when you were Bloodbended?"

Aang frowned. "Well, I—"

"You know, I really could have hurt you back there, or Sokka," Katara said distraughtly. "I don't want that power!"

"But…it isn't gonna go away," he replied. "You just need to learn to control it."

"But—"

He didn't let her finish. "Katara, remember when we were leaving the North Pole on that ship? I had that nightmare about the Avatar State, and I saw myself outside in my body." He grabbed her shoulder. Then, he echoed the words he had said that particular night. "It was scary…I was scary."

"Aang, I—"

He continued. "I didn't want to have such a dangerous power. I thought it made me a monster."

"Aang, you're anything but a monster," she said. "You're kind, sweet, gentle…a monster is none of those things."

"And neither are you," Aang told her earnestly. "Katara, you and I both know you wouldn't hurt a moth-fly. And…neither would I. But we…" he paused, struggling to find the right words. "We can sometimes get a little out of hand, and we just need to learn to keep ourselves in check , because we don't want to do something we might regret later."

"Yeah, but I wish…that I never learned Bloodbending. It's horrible," Katara said.

"What you did in the forest…had to be done. But you were scared…maybe you saw things that weren't entirely true," Aang said wisely.

"I guess you're right," she replied.

"Don't be silly," he teased. "I'm the almighty Avatar. I'm always right."

Katara smirked. "Always right, huh? So breakfast earlier…"

Aang sighed in mock defeat. "Tasted horrible. I guess I'm wrong sometimes."

She hugged him. "Thanks, Aang…I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Um…you'd probably be cold and lonely all night," he replied.

"Oh? Are you implying that you'd like to spend the night?" Katara asked, rubbing his back affectionately.

"Well…" He sure was glad it was dark, because his face had to have been bright red at the moment.

"Oh, come here…" she said, smiling at him and climbing into bed.

Aang crawled in next to her. "Am I really that bad a cook?"