Yes here is chapter too, it weird when you write in a dark theme people really like it. Thanks to those who reviewed this. And by the way this is a ten chapter story, just so you all know.

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"No! Its late and I don't want you jumping off any bridges!" Aang said gently pushing her back down to the coach. "And I don't want you to go just yet."

"Why?" She breathed, finding his face was just inches from her's.

"Because, I would never be able to do this." Aang's lips were on her's now.

She pulled him closer to her, causing her to fall on her, sending her further back onto the coach. The kiss deepened, his tongue was wildly exploring her's and their hands were everywhere, slowly pushing and pulling the other down. Aang's lips trailed down her neck, and she arched her back in pleasure, and her nails were digging into his coach.

"Aang, please, don't, stop." Katara panted.

"I won't plan on it for a million years." Aang whispered in her year. "It's just you and me."

Katara shot awake, trying to figure out what had happened in her dream. She pushed the covers off, and she noticed they were different from the ones she was use too. She found the same scene from her dream, the coach, but there was no Aang in sight. Katara's hand suddenly shot pain through her as she got up, remembering the baggy cloths.

Katara went to the kitchen to find something to eat. She made some eggs she found, surprising a cat in the process. It jumped out, but calmed at the sight of her in Aang's clothes, purring and rubbing her feet. She put her breakfast on a plate, and sitting down at a table. She found a note, from Aang, saying he had to go out, but would be back later and that everything was locked.

There was a low growl from Appa, and Katara turned to see Appa know something was coming. Momo reached too, hissing and crawling at the door. She when to go open the door to see what had them all worked up, only to have Appa push her back, and block her way. The door suddenly burst open, and three huge men walked in, all wearing black and tough by the looks of it.

"It seems Aang's got himself a girlfriend." The man who seemed to be the leader said walking towards her. Appa and Momo were quickly kicked out of the way. "And a pretty one at that, sure knows how to work you." Katara toke a step back, searching from something to stop the man from coming any closer.

"What are you doing here?" Katara asked, her back meeting a wall, she gasped in surprise.

"What is with people and questions. See if I told you, I would have to kill you." The lean man said holding up a switch knife. "And I really don't want to do that to a pretty girl like you."

"KATARA!" Aang's voice called, and she could see him standing in the doorway, completely terrified and angry. "What are you doing here, Kuzon?"

"Aang, what a pleasure to see you." The man said turning around. "I believe were long over due. You left, and you haven't been living to the code we gave you."

"You came here from Omashu!" Aang shrieked. "Just let her go, she doesn't have anything to do with what I was, she doesn't know!"

"Tempting, but I like her." Kuzon said darkly.

Katara managed to slip away, and hide in Aang's room, in his closet really. She could hear the sounds outside and she searched for something, anything, she could use to get a message out. She fumbled around in the dark small space, crying as she looked. Then she heard it, there was a gunshot, and she froze, until there was a loud door slam, and she raced out of the closet, grabbing a phone on the way. She raced out into the living room of the apartment, finding it a mess, with Appa and Momo ready to pounce at anyone who opened the door.

Aang lying on the floor, holding his right shoulder. He's breathing was far from normal, and half his body was bathed in blood. Katara fumbled with the phone, dialing 911 and chocking back the tears. Somehow the operator calmed her down long enough to get the information and keep her on the line, repeating it was fine over and over. Katara ran to get a towel, putting pressure on his bleeding shoulder, ignoring the pain in her hand as she did.

Momo and Appa gave up on protecting, and came over to help the best they could. Momo was licking one of his hands, while Appa licked Aang's wincing face. Aang's eyes cracked open, noticing Katara pressing down hard on his shoulder, and his hand rested over hers. She looked at him with tear flowing down her cheeks.

"Some strays, can't be saved." Aang said softly.

"No, no that's not true." Katara said resting her head on their hands, crying even harder. "It's not true, it can't be, you're lying."

"Katara, I'm sorry." Aang said, just before the paramedics came in pushing Katara way.

One tried to calm her down, trying to find out what happened, but she was too shaken to help. They took Aang way; bring her along just a little while after noticing her hand. Of course they were seriated, when a nurse steered Katara away to stitch up her hand. Katara was shaking in fear, waiting for someone to tell her how things were going. But they simply gave her a phone and some paper work to fill out. She called Bato first, hoping she wasn't took shaky.

"Dear God, what's wrong with Katara!" Sokka's voice yelled into the phone.

"Nothing beside you blowing her eardrum!" Katara yelled back.

"Why are you at the hospital?" Sokka seemed to soften up. "Katara, Bato said you snuck out last night, what's going on?"

"It's nothing; really you don't have to worry. I'll leave when they tell how things are going."

"Katara, I'm coming over, don't you move."

"Sokka, I'm fine." The phone went dead before she could get it out. She was going to have to do a lot of explaining.

"Katara, what were you trying to pull?" Sokka yelled at Katara as she looked down at her feet that were hanging over the hospital bed she was sitting on. "Much less, why are you wearing those clothes."

"Please, Sokka, don't get mad at me." Katara said and Sokka's stance went limp, hit by her serious voice. "The truth was I tried to jump, jump off the bridge, but someone grabbed me and pulled off the ledge." Katara check to see Sokka was indeed fighting back his anger. "They took me back to their place and gave my some clothes. In the end, I fell asleep and woke up just before some men broke in." Katara was fighting her tears now. "And then, I don't know! He was on the floor and there was blood and he was shot."

"Who?" Toph asked scaring the two.

"Aang!" Katara said crying into her hands.

"You mean that kid is still around!" Toph said, making the two look at her. "He use to go to my old middle school. His uncle died when he was twelve, and he kinda withered away, turned into the total opposite of what he was."

"I'm sure Aang's a common name." Sokka said.

"I think he just created a shell, to keep the other kids out. I followed him one day, and he was helping a little brown and white puppy." Toph said, making Katara's eyes widen. "He called it Appa, I think."

"Dear God, it is him." Katara cried harder. "But he's not like that any more, he was kind and gentle, he made me want to stay."

Both Sokka and Toph looked at her, gaping at her. They didn't know of her heartbreaks, those gallons of tears she cried, much less those many thoughts of suicide she had thought of. And here she was confessing in a mess of tears, that someone, someone she hardly knew made her want to stay there. Like he gave her meaning or a purpose, yet when he himself was trying hard to find his own. Katara didn't know why she was feeling and acting like this, there was no armor protecting her wounded heart, no, it had melted away when he pulled her off the rail.

Sokka had seen woman cry, that was for sure, maybe a lot more then he would like too, but seeing his sister, breaking down was too much. He had told Bato to not to tell her he and Toph were boarding a plane to see her, it was mid-October, and she need a surprise. Now he was regretting it, maybe she wouldn't be in this mess, but then again, maybe that man, that man that made her happy, would be dead and found dead days later. She hadn't cried this much, not even at their parents funeral, no the early Katara was buried away.

"Katara, do like him? Do you want to do something for him?" Sokka asked softly.

"He needs someone, someone to help him. He's a stray, a stray who took other strays under his wing when he himself was lost. Sokka, I'm a stray too." Katara said crying. "I want him to have somewhere bigger, somewhere where he can stray to the comfort of someone else."

"Where does he live?" Toph asked shaking the car keys.

By the way the first part was a dream for Katara, that's not a flashback. People seem to think that for some reason.

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