Hey, everyone! Here it is, the long-awaited Part VI! Well, you know the drill, I do not own ATLA, blah, blah, blah. On with it, then!


"Sokka, are you sure about your little 'plan?' I'm not seeing anything."

Atop Mt. Wu Xing, Sokka and Zuko had just picked up the cure for a terrible disease plaguing Aang, and likely Katara. But time was quickly running out, and with the Avatar's and the Waterbender's lives in great danger, Zuko had grown impatient and was considering abandoning Sokka and his "plan" to walk down the volcano himself.

"Cool it, hothead," Sokka snapped. "Don't doubt my plans. They've come in handy in the past. I told your uncle to send an airship for us."

"Well, I'm not seeing any airships," Zuko said flatly. "Give me the flowers. I'm getting off this volcano; whether you're coming or not is not my problem." He snatched the golden panda lilies from Sokka's hand and started to make his way down the mountain.

"You'll never make it, you know," Sokka said gravely. "We have less than two days before Aang's supposed to…uh, m-move on, and it'll take that just to get down the volcano. If Aang and my sister have any chance, we have to travel by airship."

"But we've been waiting for this airship for hours," Zuko argued. Hours we could have spent trying to be productive. Waiting around isn't helping anyone."

Sokka grabbed a fistful of more golden panda lilies from the ground. "I'm taking an airship home. Whether you're coming or not is not my problem."

Zuko was infuriated. He took out his frustration by blasting a large fireball at Sokka. Thankfully, he missed, but he effectively singed the remaining golden panda lilies. Sokka dropped his fistful in shock, and the flowers were blown away by a light breeze in the air.

"Well, I hope you're happy!" Sokka yelled angrily. "You just destroyed all of the golden panda lilies! You have the last ones!"

"I don't care!" Zuko screamed. "I'm trying to save my friends from a horrible, untimely death, and you're not making things any easier!"

Sokka sighed defeatedly. "I know. I'm trying my best, okay? Do you think I want my sister and my friend to leave me?"

Zuko took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "No. But they will if we—wait, what's that?" He pointed at a speck in the sky, about a mile away from them.

"What's what?" Sokka turned, and instantly recognizing the object, smiled. "It's the airship! I told you I had a plan."

Zuko rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, we're on top of a volcano. How do you expect us to board the airship if it can't land, genius?"

"Oh…" Sokka's face fell momentarily, before he shrugged. "Jump?"


As if things weren't bad enough at home, Suki had begun coughing, as well. When she brought Aang and Katara some lunch one afternoon, she began to cough.

Aang gasped. "No, not you too!"

"Aang, relax. I'm fine," Suki said, placing the food on the nightstand. But just as she began to turn and exit the room, she began hacking again, drops of purple fluid dripping onto the floor.

"No, you aren't," Katara said. "That's how Aang and I both started out. Now look at us! We can barely move."

"What do I—" Suki coughed again, more purple mucus escaping her lungs. "—do?"

"Get Toph out of here," Aang instructed. "Tell her to go to the Earth King's Palace. She'll be safe there."

Suki nodded before quickly exiting the room and closing the door.

Aang put his head in his hands. "I can't believe this…" he said, tears welling in his eyes as he expelled more purply goo from his lungs.

Katara replied with a hand on his back. "It'll be okay, Aang."

"After everything that's happened, and all the time passed…I just don't think that's true," Aang replied. "I-I mean, it's been seven days, Katara. If Sokka and Zuko aren't back by tomorrow, then I might…" He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as a miserable sob escaped his lips. He just couldn't help it. After all he and his friends had been through…was he really facing his final two days of life?

It took all Katara's willpower not to cry with him. She wanted to be strong for him, assure him that everything would be okay, convince a terrified thirteen-year-old boy that he wasn't going to die before his girlfriend's very eyes… She patted his back as he cried, her heart aching with empathy. "Aang, shh…you're gonna be fine. I promise."

He looked up at her, tears streaming down his cheeks. "D-don't make promises y-you can't keep."

"Oh, Aang…" She gathered him in her arms, trying to calm the poor Avatar, but to no avail. He was just too afraid, too scared to die. Now wasn't his time. He just didn't deserve it. A mere year after saving the world from a fiery fate, this was how he was repaid?! It just wasn't fair.

"I don't want to die, Katara," Aang said. "Not now, not like this…"


The sun rose, signaling the eighth day since Aang had gotten sick. Sokka (now sporting a sprained ankle—no more jumping onto airships for him) and Zuko were now over the western Earth Kingdom in an airship piloted by Iroh, desperately trying to bring the golden panda lilies home.

"Can this airship go any faster, Uncle?" Zuko asked frantically. "Aang could be dead within hours. We need to hurry!"

"I am going as fast as I can, Zuko," the elderly man replied. "The airship can go no faster without taking damage."

"At this rate, we won't be in Ba Sing Se until tomorrow morning," Sokka said, surveying a map. "By then, we'll be too late."

"I am sorry," Iroh said, "but I am doing everything I can to arrive in Ba Sing Se as soon as possible."

"Uncle, please make this thing go faster. A little damage to the airship is a small price to play for the lives of my friends."

Iroh shook his head. "You don't understand, Nephew. If the airship goes too fast, the fuel tank might explode!"

Sokka gulped. "…E-explode?" he squeaked.

Zuko narrowed his eyes. "That's a risk we're just going to have to take. I'm sorry, Uncle, but you need to let me steer the airship now."

Iroh sighed in defeat and let Zuko take the controls. "I'm warning you, Zuko…this is an old airship. Be extremely careful—no sudden turns."

"Z-Zuko, I don't know about this!" Sokka yelped as the airship lurched forward.

"Zuko! Be more careful!" Iroh yelled.

"Do you want to save them or not?" Zuko shouted in reply, speeding the airship even more.


Aang hadn't woken up that morning. He was breathing, but his eyes had remained closed all day, and now the sun was setting, much to the sickening worry of Katara. Her strength was deteriorating rapidly, her needing all of it to yell loudly for Suki, who was still able to move.

"Suki!" she yelled weakly, barely audible enough for the Kyoshi Warrior to hear.

Suki walked into the room and saw a sleeping, barely alive Aang lying next to a crying Katara.

"H-he hasn't wok up all day, Suki!" Katara sobbed. "His pulse is slowing down, and his breathing is slowing down…I th-think he's d-dying!"

Suki gasped. "Oh, no…no, no! H-he can't be!"

"I-it's been eight days…s-since he'd gotten sick…" Katara cried. "S-Sokka and Zuko are…t-too late."

Aang's breathing continued to slow as the sun sank completely below the horizon. The sky was now completely dark, and Aang's pulse was so unsteady and weak it was barely detectable.

At this point, Katara and Suki knew that he only had a few minutes left. Neither of them spoke, but Katara was squeezing Aang's hand tightly, as if her grip would keep him from falling into the dark depths of death.


As his heart slowed, Aang began to dream. He dreamt of Katara, and of all his past adventures with her. He grew sadder and more guilty with each passing second, knowing he would have to leave the one he loved most.

At that point, his dream shifted to another direction. He now saw himself, outside his own body. Katara and Suki were both crying, Katara much harder than Suki.

All of a sudden, Sokka and Zuko burst into the room with a strange flower.

Sokka yelled something as Zuko squeezed the flower into a cup. And just as Katara brought the cup up to Aang's face…everything went black.


Aang's friends looked at his lifeless body, hoping for some sort of positive reaction to the golden panda lily nectar.

Katara checked his pulse. Nothing. Her breath hitched as she felt his wrist, his chest, his neck…nothing.

"No…Aang!" she cried hopelessly. "Aang, please…don't leave me!"

The entire group gasped at the loss of their friend. How could this be? Was Aang really…gone?

"I…I can't believe it," Sokka said, shocked. "We were…too late."

Not a single dry eye could be found in the room. Everyone began to cry, mourning Aang's death. He was so young and innocent…so undeserving of such a terrible fate. It just wasn't right.

And then, something shocking happened.

Aang's tattoos began to glow. A moan escaped his lips, and his eyelids began to scrunch. They didn't open, but as the glow of his tattoos faded, he began breathing again.

Katara felt his pulse speeding up, and she let out a cry of delight. "He…he's alive!"


Well, I guess that's the end of "Disaster." Thanks for reading!