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Perfect Chemistry

Aang exhaled deeply in his sleep.

I stared intently at his form, taking my eyes off the pages of my history book. His mouth was manipulated into a frown, perfectly matching the lines on his forehead. His jaw was tense, and nostrils flared outward. He was having a bad dream.

He rolled over so that he was facing me, and immediately groaned. Out of instinct, I got up from the chair I was sitting in. The doctors told us to make sure that nothing came into contact with his stitches. I felt rather silly "protecting" my boyfriend from a pillow, however, as I carefully tried to turn his head, so that it was resting on the other side of his face.

He moaned and blinked, now awake.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I kneeled by his bed. "You were resting your head on your stitches."

He sniffed and rubbed his eyes, which were glazed. "No, no. Thanks for waking me," he seemed to choke his words out.

I was worried by his tone. "Are you okay?" I gripped his hand with mine, fearing that his head was hurting again.

"Fine," he looked at me and forced a smile.

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "If you're sure," I said hesitantly, and scooted my chair next to the bed. I noticed him blink his eyes and sniff again. "You had a nightmare," I stated. "What was it about?"

He looked past me. "I don't really want to talk about."

"Aang, if this relationship is going to work, you're going to need to trust me," I persisted.

He sighed and searched my eyes. "Katara, I do trust you. I just," he paused. I saw him touch his chest like there was something there. "I just don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." I brought his hand to my cheek and his thumb stroked my cheek lovingly. I bit my lip as I was filled with curiosity. Aang was already in so much pain, and I knew I shouldn't bother him with questions. I couldn't resist. "Aang, when was last time you smiled?" His hand went limp. "I mean the last time you really smiled. Like when Sokka first met you."

"Katara."

"I know you've never told anyone before," my hands ran threw his hair. "But, you can tell me anything."

"Katara," he began again. "You really should know," he stated thoughtfully. He didn't continue.

"It's about your nightmare, isn't it?" I implored. He nodded under my touch.

"It's a long story." He groaned and moved to get up. "I'm going to get an ice pack."

I jumped up and pressed lightly on his shoulder. "I'll get it." I ran to the kitchen to get an icepack. The doctors had also told me not to make sure the stitched were not directly exposed to water. I securely wrapped the ice in plastic bags and brought it back to my room.

"Thanks," he pecked my cheek, and moved over to make room for me. I pulled the covers over both of us and he wrapped an arm to pull me closer. His other hand kept the icepack steady on his face.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked as I snuggled deeper into his chest. He nodded and kissed the hair. "Then tell me your story."

He sighed and I felt him gulp. "Well, when I was in seventh grade, my parents and I lived in Virginia. My mother was a nurse. My father-"

I interrupted him. "Tell me about your mother."

"My mother was beautiful. She had huge brown eyes that were always soft, no matter what expression she wore on her face. Her hair was dark, and as straight as paper," he laughed softly. "She was hilarious. She could make anyone laugh," he paused again and stared into my ceiling. "I loved her more than anything."

I kissed his neck, urging him to continue.

"My father," he began again. "My father was an asshole," he stated with a hatred I didn't know he possessed. "He always came home drunk. He never beat my mother, though," I could feel him scowl. "He worked at a local super market, stocking food. My dad was a failure- as a person and as a dad. My mother told he wasn't always that way. They had met in college, and he was trying to get his business degree. I forget what happened to him exactly, but he just fell apart. He dropped out of school and got involved in drugs and alcohol. But it was too late. My mother was already pregnant with me," he sighed. "She wanted me to have a father."

"Anyways," he continued, "The hospital my mom worked at closed down. We moved to California half way through seventh grade." Aang took a deep breath and tightened his grip. "On Thanksgiving of freshman year, we were driving to my uncle's house for Thanksgiving. My dad was drunk like he usually was," he took another shuddered breath. "We were in a car accident. My mother was killed. My father left. He killed my mom and he left," Aang shut his eyes tight.

I wrapped both of my arms around him and hugged him tight. "I'm so sorry Aang."

He didn't respond.

0.o

I stared at the clock and saw the bright red numbers, confirming that it was nearly eleven at night. I yawned, wishing to go to bed. I looked at Aang however, still unconscious. He hadn't moved at all since earlier today. Sokka told me that it was fine, that Aang was just tired and in pain, and that I should go asleep.

But I couldn't.

I thought of all the things he told me. About his parents. It left me with so many questions. Where does he live? Who does he live with? Neither Sokka, nor I or anyone else, had been to his house or met anyone in his family.

I sighed and stared at him again. I wanted so badly to make everything better. I wanted Aang's head to heal… along with his heart. I wanted him to smile. Too really smile, and too really laugh.

He coughed. I looked up immediately from my lap. He was struggling to sit up.

"Aang! Are you okay? You were talking to me, and then you just fell asleep or something," I lightly placed a hand on his chest.

"Really?" he looked at me. "I feel fine," he rest his head against the wall. "What time is it? I haven't kept you awake, have I?"

"No, no, it's fine," I was too nervous to think about being tired. "You must be hungry. You haven't eaten anything for almost twelve hours," I began sitting up to go to the kitchen. He grabbed me by the wrist.

"Katara, I'm alright. You look tired; go to sleep," he wrapped me into a hug.

"But, but," I stuttered, "You have to sleep in the bed."

"Well, I'm not kicking you out of your bed," he smirked.

I just looked at him as he pulled me into his chest and covered us in the blankets.

"Goodnight, Katara," he kissed my forehead.

I kissed him fully on the lips and he hugged me tighter. "Sweet dreams Aang."

0.o

"No."

"But, Katara, I've already missed nearly three days of school!"

"You have twenty-four stitches on the side of your head!" I argued. "It's already been hit. You could get an infection, an allergic reaction, or your wound could re-open! You're not going to school today."

He exhaled through his teeth and let his head fall back onto the pillow. "Okay."

"I can stay home with you," I sat on his bed, remembering three weeks earlier when Aang had stayed home with me after I had a rather graphic nightmare concerning my own mother's death.

"As much as I like that idea, I can't make you-"

"I have a free period today, and I never learn anything in biology anyways," I interrupted him quietly. Aang nodded and smiled.

"If you're sure," he coughed and closed his eyes.

"I'll go tell Sokka. Be right back," I walked out of the room.

After explaining everything to Sokka, he agreed.

"Bye Aang. See you soon, bud," he called as he passed my room.

"Bye Sokka," Aang responded lethargically.

I noticed Sokka frown at his voice. I frowned a little myself. Never had I seen Aang so sad and weary looking. I waved to Sokka as he walked out the front door. I sat down on the bed, next to Aang.

"You really don't look well Aang," It was true. Aang had a tinge of green in his cheeks, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

"I'm fine, Katara. I probably just need to lie down for a little while."

"Why don't we go in the family room and watch a movie then?" I asked.

"Sounds good," Aang agreed and slowly got out of bed. Together we walked to the couch and I sat down, pulling his head into my lap as the movie started.

Aang looked up at me. "I thought that the first week or so of a relationship was supposed to be awkward."

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. "I'm glad we're not awkward."

"Me too," he wrapped both arms around my waist. He leaned up to kiss me, and I met him half way. This kiss was much quicker pace than any of our others. Tongues battle for dominance. My hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles in his chest and abdomen. His hands felt the skin of my back.

I fingered his chest and he immediately pulled away, groaning.

"Aang, what is it?" I cupped his face.

"Nothing," his voice cracked.

"No, that was something. Was it your stitches?" I interrogated.

He sighed and pulled his shirt. My eyes lingered on the lean muscles, but then I noticed a deep scar running from his right side all the way to his left shoulder.

"It's from the crash."

That's it. Yup, I decided to stop there. I could have gone on, but then I was going to get into a subject. This chapter is basically about learning the truth about Aang, although there are still many unanswered questions. So, drop a line. What more I could do so you guys will like it, stuff like that. Thanks a ton to all of those who reviewed, and please, take five seconds and write me a comment. Thanks! Over and out.