Alright, people. Here's the next one. I figured I should just upload it (I'm having a little writer's block at the moment…crying…)

Oh, and I want to say that I'm sorry for all the spelling mistakes in the last story. I wrote it at like two in the morning (…I know…no excuse….Hopefully this one is better :)

So, here's one dedicated to Dragon Jadefire, the one that gave me the idea.

It's about Zuko and Katara's son's first date.

So, he was going on a date. Okay, that was fine. Zuko had been only a year older than him when he started dating. That was okay.

But what about the talk? And not just any talk. The talk.

What about the talk he was going to have to talk to Quon? What about everything that he was going have to say about it? Zuko didn't even fully understand it let alone talk about it with his son.

Ugh.

……

The corridors of the Fire Nation were long and dreary. They were fully metal and weren't meant to be homey. Zuko had figured that out when he was younger.

He was walking to his son's room. Quon was going to go out with that girl he really liked tonight and Zuko just had to make sure that his son knew all the precautions about dating troubles that he would surely run into some day or another.

He was wondering how he was going to put it. "Son, don't worry, I know it'll never happen to you," he could say, or, "Son, now no matter if you think you're being safe, anything could happen the first time."

Zuko groaned, his voice echoing down the hallway. Why did he have to do these things? It wasn't enough that he was Fire Lord. It wasn't enough that he did everything around this place. He just had to do this too.

Why?

Why him?

He remembered when his uncle had given him the talk. It was uncomfortable, sickening (he had nightmares for weeks), and, just, weird.

His uncle had started off by saying, "Zuko, you're almost fourteen now, I think that it's time we have a little talk."

Zuko shrugged as his uncle laid a hand on his shoulder. They walked further into the courtyard the turtle ducks squawking in the distance and the trees swaying in the breeze. It really was a beautiful morning, in Zuko's opinion.

They walked a little while longer until they reached the outside edges of the courtyard and they sat down on a bench that had been placed there.

Iroh looked up to the sky that the clouds had infested the evening. Rain was coming soon, Zuko knew that. He hated the rain; if he wanted be inside before the rain started to pour, he would have to wake Uncle from the thought that he was in.

"Uncle," the younger Zuko said tugging on his uncle's red shirt. "Uncle, what did you want to talk to be about?"

As if waking from a coma his uncle looked over to him and said, "Oh yes, I remember. A talk. The talk. Yes…"

He muttered to himself for a while for until looking back at Zuko. "Well, I want to have a talk to you about girls."

Zuko groaned. "I know! Girls are so confusing! It's like every time I look at Mai her face get all red and she looks away like she's to ashamed to even look at me! And Ty Lee! No one can be that happy all the time! And don't even get me started on Azula…"

Iroh chuckled and patted the young prince's shoulder. "Ah, don't worry. They'll never be clear. Trust me. And no, I want to talk about something else that deals with girls."

Zuko looked up intently to what Iroh was about to say.

"Now, Zuko I'm sure you're fully aware of this, but I want to make it clear to you. When a mommy and daddy really, really love each other……"

And the rest was history.

It made Zuko shiver just thinking about it.

Now, where could Quon be?

He had looked in the courtyard, and then the kitchen. He had checked the study and the library. And now, he was checking his room.

The girl that his son was going out with, Zuko had never met before. But Katara had. She said that this girl was kind and beautiful. "Most of gotten the good taste form his father," she had said with a wink.

He turned another corner.

His son's room was just down the hall.

Breathe, Zuko, breathe.

He reached his son's room and knocked on the door. His son's face appeared just a few seconds later; his bright blue eyes, pale skin, and black hair.

"Dad," Quon said, rather shocked. "I know that I promised Mom that I would clean my room today, but I found this good book in the library and I just couldn't set it down…"

"Don't worry about that, Quon," Zuko replied a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

His son was a prodigy at academics. Quon loved reading and did very well in school, earning the top grade in his class. He was only fifteen, but he could go to a university as well as tomorrow. It didn't surprise Zuko one bit that he had neglected his chores to read.

"Did you need something?" Quon asked, interrupting his father from his thoughts. Zuko looked down at his son and smiled.

"Yeah," he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"What is it?"

Zuko chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder. He led Quon to his bed and sat him down. "I want to have the talk with you."

It was true that Quon hadn't done what Katara had asked. Scrolls and books, along with dirty clothes and shoes, piled his floor making it look like mountains had suddenly appeared. His bed wasn't neat like it should have been; it looked like he had just gotten up. And there was an old cup of tea on Quon's desk.

Sigh.

Quon looked up at his father a face of confusion plastered on.

"Um…" Zuko started. Was he really going to do this? Ugh, what was he going to say? This was awkward enough for himself let alone his son.

"Okay," Zuko said composing what he was going to say. "When a mommy, like your mom, and a daddy, like me, really, really, really love each other they have this thing called"—

Quon laughed.

Laughed?

Zuko looked down at him; he was the one confused now.

"Dad, two things," Quon said. "One, I haven't called you "mommy" and "daddy" since was like five. And two, Mom already had this talk with me."

Quon shivered. "Believe me, I'm not going to try anything."

Zuko sighed with relive.

"Oh, okay," he told his son. "Then, I guess I'll go."

Quon nodded and jumped back on his bed grabbing the book he had been reading and his mind was immediately elsewhere.

Zuko smiled once more and walked to the door and gently closed it behind him. Then he headed the way toward the kitchen.

He was going to have to do something for Katara now….He just knew.

The second thing he dreaded most: paying her back. Ugh, that means that he was going to have to eat stew sea prunes for a week.

Okay that was really short but that's it!! Poor Zuko is going to have to eat stewed sea prunes for a week…eww.

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