Crap. Crap. Crap. I'm not pleased with this at all. But guys, I had no time today. Tennis practice has been killing my hours and I've got to get ready for summer. I've got one year to train and get myself prepared for tryouts in one year. Tennis is my future, kay? So I apologize for the horrible mediocre work of this drabble, I might fix it when I have time. Maybe. Other than that, I didn't have any ideas when I sat down and wrote something. So after banging my head against the kerboard for a while, this came up.

He saw everything. Everything.

Oh how it killed him more than the broken bone in his arm. More than the scar on his face, and more than the new wounds that were bleeding and scattered across his body.

Zuko saw the hit. He saw the arrow. And he saw the scream of pain escape her lips, as she fell to the ground.

For the second time in his life, he was on his knees begging and crying for mercy.

He did not cry to her. Or to the others. Or to the soldiers that fought for their lives, or to the ones that fell and never got back up again.

He cried to the sky. To the moon. To the Spirits that hated him, and to the very cloudy sky that just wouldn't rain.

Zuko's pale hands held the water bender's, the bright moon above them. How insane, how cruel, that on the day she was the strongest she had run out of water. That she was dying.

"Katara!"

His muffled whisper was nearly choked back by his sobs, as he felt the blood seep from her stomach to beneath his knees. And for the second time in his life, he cursed the color out loud.

"You have to live, you can't die...not like this...not here...not now.."

But her dark face, which was bruised and bloody, gave a slight shake.

"What is there to live for, Zuko? My purpose is done, there is nothing left for me here.."

His grip on her hands tightened, as he screamed at her, "No!", and stroked her beautiful and soaked hair away from her eyes.

For the second time in his life, as lightning crackled and thunder roared, he screamed out to the heavens and beyond.

"Come on! Rain! Give me water! Anything to let her live!"

The useless and empty water skin laid next to her, the battlefield just that only contained blood and bodies had nothing. No water. Nothing. And it angered him. Slamming his palms against the ground, he heard a slight moan come from her lush lips that were caked with even more of that dreaded red.

"No, don't give up Katara. You have to live for something. Something."

But her blue eyes stared into his golden pair, screaming out pain from the insides of her body. He could see the memories and wounds inside her, coiled up in the corners of her mind, moaning with agonizing pain and just so ready to let go. To just...sleep.

"Like what?"

She answered, her voice barely above a human whisper. Nearly lost in the madness of the war that swarmed around them. But they the world around them stopped. And he looked into her eyes, feelings everything slow down and pause as he held her hand tighter.

"Me. Live for me."

For the second time that day, she smiled.

And he knew, he just knew, that somehow things would be okay.

Now, as he sat in the dirt and filth of the world, he screamed louder at the sky until his throat was numb. He begged the Spirits, he begged the sky, he begged the clouds. All he needed was water. And then, she would be okay. Healed, and more importantly, alive.

Then, it rained.

Drop of rain fell harder, with a mighty roar, and a flash of lightning.

But he welcomed it with open arms, for with the rain came healing. And with the healing, came life.