Okay I know that this chapter was too long in coming. But here it is! I think I am building a plot but I don't know yet.

Sokka watched them retire off to bed with Riyo safely in tow. As much against his wishes as could possibly get, they did sleep in the same bed. Sokka curled his nose up, even though he knew that they wouldn't do anything, and that the baby always slept between them, it still made his skin crawl.

The thought of fire nation hands caressing his sister, always lead to flashbacks of the raid on his village. So many of the young girls, older then him of course, were taken back to the ships. Most of them for concubines, and those left behind were either raped, killed or both. Sokka closed his eyes.

So much hatred flowed through his veins. He couldn't ever imagine his sister sharing blood with any one from the fire nation, let alone the fucking prince.

Sokka sat on his bed and watched them sleep. Zuko, with his arms protectively around his son and also around Katara. Sokka's knees were brough up and his boomerang hung lightly in his hand, as his arms laid lightly across the bend of his knees.

Katara had betrayed her family. She had betrayed her tribe. She had betrayed him. Sokka closed his eye as a tear fell from his face. She had witness their mother's body being drug away just as he had and she still managed to find some sort of positive feelings toward a firebender.

He opened his eyes back. He was no better than Jet now that he thought about it, but maybe Jet had a point, if it was a little extremists.

Sokka watched intently as Zuko's neck pulsed. The prince was arrogant enough to sleep on the closest side of the bed, with his back to him. Hah, so much for the wits of the fire nation.

Sokka frowned and pulled the band from his ponytail, his hair falling down into his face, maliciously framing his face.

Never had such dark thoughts entered his mind and the opportunity to follow through with them been so very close. He gripped the handle of his boomerang tight in his hand.

The night was in full swing and the moon was already high in the sky. Sokka knew he was the only one awake in the village. Slowly his leg dropped off of the bed and he leaned forward. His mind fogged over, something took over his body. With a small push he was to his feet, and walking silently acrosss the small room to where the trio slept.

Sokka looked down over his nose at the prince as he slept. Yes, sleep. The boomerang slowly began to rise, glinting in the pale moonlight that beamed in from the small window.

He squinted his eyes as he brought the blade just above Zuko's neck. It would be so easy. But Sokka wasn't the only one awake at the moment. A figure watched him from the shadows silently waiting for the right moment to intervene.

Zuko was awake as well. As if he could sleep with the water tribe boy staring at him. Zuko's eyes were opened, but only slightly. He could feel the blade only an inch from his neck, and just as he started to retaliate a voice broke the silence of the room.

"Sokka. Stop." Zuko froze where he laid and listened intently as the avatar spoke. Sokka turned his head slowly to look at Aang and dropped his boomerang back down to his side.

Aang walked over to Sokka and took the boomerang from his hand. Aang's eyes were void but still the message got through. Sokka hung his head.

"But.." Aang just shook his head and lead Sokka back to his bed, where he ssat down next to him.

"Sokka, I know that the fire nation has done alot to you. .." Aang faltered only for a minute then continued.

"Katara is happy with him, whether we like it or not. I know that she is your only little sister, and you know just how much I love her. But this makes her happy." Zuko's eyes opened as he listened. He had known that there was deep relation ship between the two, but for the avatar to actually love Katara? He would have never guessed.

Zuko listened intenly as the two boy's conversation died off and they each drifted back to their beds. He wasn't safe, and now he knew if for a fact. It would seem that his marriage to Katara would have to wait to see if he survived his stay with the group. Zuko frowned to himself and shook his head slightly. He couldn't blame them really, the Fire Nation did take their land by force and civilian lives were taken. The morning couldn't come too soon for him. Considering now he knew that Sokka was devious enough to try and kill him in his sleep, he couldn't let himself go back to sleep at all.

Katara kept her eyes closed tight, but a tear managed to slip from beneath her lashes. She knew this was coming, but she had hoped that after seeing the way Zuko cared over her when she was speared by the ice, it would have changed Sokka's mind. It was only in her dreams then, that her brother and the love of her life would get along. Seems they were more out for each other's throats then they were to agree.

Katara calmed herself before Zuko took notice of her crying. She had a feeling that he was awake as well but wasn't completley sure.

Morning came like a snail, everyone who heard, or played a part in the going on's, couldn't sleep; whether if be guilt, feeling of danger, or utter saddness. Katara and Zuko were up first, and it seemed that the other knew something wa wrong. Katara quickly changed Rioy and picked him up. He laughed and smiled at her. Zuko smiled a little and took Riyo from Katara and looked at her warmly. She smiled for a moment then frowned. She reached out taking Zuko's hand and leading him out of the house.

"Where are we going?"

"Out. For a while any way." Zuko caught the distinct change in her voice. He knew that something was very wrong, and he had a feeling he knew what it was. They walked through a great deal of the town and stopped at a small fountain. Katara Sat down and looked up at Zuko. He quickly sat down beside her with Riyo on his knee. Riyo leaned over and splashed at the water trying to catch the little fish that jolted about below the surface.

Katara smiled and held her hand out over the water bringing a tiny orb up in front of the baby. Riyo stared at it for a moment then let out a shrieking giggle, attacking the blob with both of his pudgy little hands.

Zuko smiled for a moment then looked at Katara, noticing the rather listless look in her eyes.

"Katara. I know something is wrong." Katara nodded.

"I know you do. I wasn't trying to hide it." Zuko frowned at her reply ands scooted over closer to her.

"Are you going to tell me?" Katara didn't answer him right away. She looked around the village and took in all the different people milling about as the morning started to bloom more and more. She then looked straight at Zuko with empty eyes.

"You hate my brother don't you." Zuko frowned at her and looked down to Riyo who was splashing water all over the both of them.

"No. Why would you ask that?" He already knew the answer to his question. He hadn't been the only one awake last night.

"Last night.."

"Last night! Your borther tired to kill me! I would think it would be him that hated me!" Zuko was angry. Riyo quit bubbling and cooing to himself and got very still. Katara frowned a little hurt.

"Zuko, I wasn't trying to start a fight! I just wanted to know if you hate my brother!" Zuko narrowed his eyes and stood up.

"I know what is going on. And it isn't going to work." He frowned and walked off. Katara frowned and stood up with a stomp.

"What do you think is going on?"

But he didn't pay any attention to her. She huffed and sat back down on the edge of the fountain. What is with these guys lately? She would have called them men, but as of last night none of them were acting like one. She looked over at the water and her reflection. She frowned and dipped her hand in the water breaking the surface. What was she trying to do?

She thought she was trying to fix things. But it seemed that she only made it worse. Why did things always have to go sour?