I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.

There is no bending in this fic it is a forgotten art.

Zackia (Zack) is Zuko. Stare in amazement at my creativity (sarcasm) The one punishment he had left is that he was born without the use of his legs. He is ¼ Greek and ¾ Japanese so he has short and straight hair making his hair look spiky. People tend to hate him because he never gets in trouble at school. It's the whole pity thing

Katlyn (Kat) is Katara. She is a lot like Katara in many ways. She is half Dutch half Cherokee. Kat has blue eyes and mocha skin, as usual. She is head cheerleader, the schools primo girl, and almost every boy at the school can't speak if she is in a mile radius. Everyone expect her to get together with the primo guy but she wants something else, and Zack and a handful of others seem to be one of the only guys immune to her power.

Andy is Aang. He is a star basketball, soccer, lacrosse, and football player. He is the most athletic guy in school and the most popular. Andy is the schools primo guy and everyone expects him to date Kat. He has no problem with that because he is madly in love with her.

Sokka is Sean (pronounced Shawn). He is Katlyns cousin; his parents were bums. So he grew up with Kats family. He lacks the Dutch blood and is pure Cherokee. He has brown eyes and skin the color of milk chocolate.

Isaac is Iroh. He is half Greek and half Japanese. He is still Zuko's Uncle but he's about 20 years younger. He has long straight hair that is just fading to gray. Basically the coolest guy over 21 around.

Azula is Fred the squirrel.

Ozai is NOT Ozzy. It may sound like it, but he isn't.

Umi is Ursa.

More characters to come.

Isaac had just received notice of his brother's son coming to live with him. There was a tragic car accident that sent both of the poor boys parents in a coma. The letter he received from foster care said that he had stayed there over night and that they were dropping him off. They also assured him that Zackia had only received a few scratches and bruises.

Isaac's father had cut off all ties with his brother for reasons known only too him, and he had forbidden everyone else in the family to contact him in any way. So it was a surprise to anyone that Ozzy his brother had even gotten married.

Then an unusually large police car pulled into the driveway.

"Sir, are you Isaac Ashton?" The policeman said in a very militant manner. Isaac nodded. "I will need to see some identification."

He handed over his driver's license to the policeman and he checked for any fraud.

"This is valid. Here is your nephew," He walked over to the car and opened the door. Then he grabbed a ramp and set it down, and out a would-be tall teenager in a wheelchair. He had gray-brown eyes that were almond shaped. His skin was olive toned and he had a slight tan. His straight jet-black hair looked spiky without any hair gel.

Zack saw his uncle for the first time. The first thing that he noticed was the look on his face. It was a mixture of pity and shock, and that expression was nothing new to him. The second thing he notices was that he was wearing a concert shirt, and baggy pants. Then what really struck him was his shoulder length long hair. He looked like a hippie, but the most amazing thing was he made it look cool. Though there was feeling of anger and suspicion that Zack couldn't't shake of whenever Uncle was around.

Isaac pulled the policeman close to him and whispered into his ear.

"The place he stayed in said that the crash didn't do any serous damage to him," He whispered into the police mans ear.

"He was born without the use of his legs," the policeman said in a hushed tone.

Isaac stood still. He couldn't believe that his brother didn't tell anyone about this horrible tragedy. Zack seemed like he knew that his legs were holding him back, and he seemed like he found anyone's sympathy annoying.

"Hello, I would show you around the house, but you probably wont be able to go up the stairs," Isaac said with embarrassment. Zack gave him a look that said 'your weird'. "I will get some boards from the garage so you can get up here."

When Uncle Isaac had gotten the boards, which took a long time to do, he led Zack up the makeshift ramp.

"Thanks," Zack said.

"You seem very quiet," Uncle Isaac commented. "Not that I blame you. I would be quiet too."

"This is awkward," Zack said while looking up a flight of stairs that led to all the rooms where anyone could sleep. "Is my room supposed up there? Dad told me that you had little contact with him, but I didn't know that it went this far."

"Your room was supposed to be up there, but I will move somewhere downstairs," Isaac said casually. Though you could hear a small tint of embarrassment and guilt.

"Thanks," Zack said. He seemed like there was a little bit of resentment and hostility towards Isaac, and Isaac didn't know were it came from. The expression on Zack's face showed that he didn't know where it came from as well.

"I have a school for you to go to picked out, I have pamphlets for sports that you might be interested in," Isaac said desperately trying to break the ice.

"Do they have wheelchair basketball?" Zack asked. "Or any sport that I can play?"

"I don't think so but I have the pamphlets with me," Isaac said hopefully.

"I'll check them out," Zack said acting dismissive, but you could tell he was really excited.

"I will alert the school to your…" Isaac stopped before he could do any serious damage.

"My disability, condition any way you put it it's okay to say," Zack said reassuringly. "I am very used to it and whatever you say won't upset me. Unless you call me a cripple and treat me like I can't do anything on my own."

Isaac let out a sigh of relief. That would make everything a lot less awkward than it could be. "That is good to know, so do you have any hobbies."

"Yeah, I like to listen to music and draw," Zack said casually.

"Why did you bring a video camera along?" Isaac asked pointing to a small video camera he had stashed in the back of his wheelchair.

"Whenever Dad gets in a coma he spits, snores, and shoots things through his nose when it is feeding time. Yes he does get in comas a lot. Anyways as you can imagine it is hilarious to watch and he nails a lot of doctors and nurses during feeding time so I videotape it. Dad wants to know that he accomplished something while in his coma," Zack explained.

"That sounds just like him," Isaac chuckled quietly.

"I should have gotten in trouble, but luckily I didn't. Dad thought it was funny and it became a tradition to film him spitting on the nurses," Zack clarified.

"That makes sense," Isaac said sarcastically.

"Though mom disapproves completely," Zack threw in.

"I never met your mother," Isaac sighed mournfully.

"You would have liked her," Zack comforted. "Mom and Dad met in Japan and her name is Umi."

"Hey does Grandpa know that you are taking care of me?" Zack asked suddenly. "With the whole feud thing I don't know if that's Ok with him, and the fact that you had no idea that I was in a wheelchair isn't very encouraging."

"He doesn't know yet, but I will tell him gently and when the time is right," Isaac dodged.

Zack gave him an intense stare that said 'I don't believe you'.

"No really I am," His uncle said not so convincingly while Zack continued to stare.

"What will it take to convince you?" Uncle Isaac asked in an annoyed tone.

Zack wheeled over to a cordless phone attached high up the wall, to the point where Zack couldn't reach it. It was almost comical the way he used his arms to hop from his chair and reach the phone several times before he finally got it. It would have been comical if it hadn't been so impressive in the first place. Then he wheeled back to his uncle.

"Call him, and move the phone down to where I can reach it after that," Zack panted.

"Well if you insist," Isaac gulped. Then he dialed the number and waited.

Click…

Grandfather: Hello

Isaac: Hello Father

Grandfather: Well if it isn't my favorite son. How are you doing?

Isaac: Good. There is something I want to talk to you about. It's about Ozzy.

Grandfather: (sigh) what is it?

Isaac: I found out that he and his wife have gotten into a car crash. Both of them are in comas.

Grandfather: Wife? How did you know about this!

Isaac: I am taking care of their son while they are unable too. The foster care that took him in for the night told me all of this information.

Grandfather: Son? He has a son! And how could you take him in when I forbid you to have any contact with your brother!

Isaac: I just had to tell you this. You are welcome to see your grandson if you want. Goodbye.

With that Isaac put the phone down before the carnage could continue.

"I didn't know that I would be stirring up this hornet nest," Zack apologized. "I don't regret the fact that he know I exist though."

"You must have a lot of your mothers genes," Isaac mumbled. "There is no one in my family that looks or act like you do."

"You would be surprised how many people say that," Zack said feigning innocence.

Then the ding-dong of the doorbell interrupted. Isaac walked to his door and answered.

There stood a tall lean chocolate skinned boy with a Mohawk. His brown eyes looked as if they, along with his body, would rather be anywhere other than here.

"Hello Mr. Ashton I heard that your nephew was staying here for a while and my Aunt wanted me to give you something to make me suffer… I mean make him feel welcome," Sean, the Mohawk boy, said as if he was reciting fact out of a history book. Then Sean took out some dingy Tupperware "Here is my favorite soup."

Zack wheeled into Sean's view to accept the gift. A look of shock crossed Sean's face the moment he saw Zack.

"Thanks," Zack said pleasantly while completely ignoring Sean's look. He wheeled up and accepted the dingy Tupperware.

"Oh, and stay out of my yard," Sean warned. "Otherwise you might have a run in with Fred."

"Who the heck is Fred?" Zack exclaimed.

"Fred is the homicidal and quite possibly possessed squirrel that lives under the crazed looking lawn gnome in our front yard," Sean sighed as if he had told this to people one to many times before. "His territory or attack zone, whatever you want to call it, can change from the petunia patch to across the street in less than a second."

"Across the street?" Zuko repeated out of fear.

"Relax. Fred only attacks across the street when it is on Thursday, but only a Thursday that happens to be a full moon as well," Sean reassured.

"Okay," said a very freaked out Zack.

"See ya," Sean waved as he walked away. As soon as he was gone Zack slammed the door shut.

"Was he serious about Fred or was it a joke?" Zack asked sharply.

"Fred is very real," Isaac answered casually.

Suddenly a piercing scream soared through the air.

"Looks like nobody warned the new paperboy about Fred," Isaac softly spoke to no one in particular. The way he said it made it sound like this was the paperboys last hour.

"This place is weird," Zack though aloud. "Where does that guy live?"

"Sean Cornsilk live across the street in that white and blue house," Isaac told him.

"Cornsilk?" Zack wondered.

"He is pure Cherokee," Isaac explained.

"Cool," Zack said. Then he opened the Tupperware to see what Sean had brought him.

Zack could actually hear the cheap horror music in the background. The soup had curdled leaving green oil on what resembled horse food that had soaked for hours in a vat of sewage.

"What is this stuff?" Zack screamed.

On the other side of the door and in the middle of the street Sean heard Zack's horrified scream.

Then a girl with mocha skin and blue eyes walked out of the white house. She was wearing a blue pajama shirt and white loose fitting cotton pants. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Sean.

"You just couldn't help yourself could you?" She patronized.

"Kat, I wouldn't have done it if I knew what I know now," Sean defended.

"Like I am going to buy that," Kat rolled her eyes.

"By the way I am going to give Mr. Ashton's Nephew your favorite soccer ball," Kat taunted.

"The horrible feeling of guilt and thoughtlessness that you will get, and you will, is enough for me," Sean said obnoxiously. "I will warn you once, it would be better to get him a basketball."
"How many times do I have to tell you this? You cannot tell if someone likes soccer just by looking at him," Kat sighed.

"One, you can. Two, a kid in a wheelchair cant play soccer," Sean listed.

"In a what?" Kat gasped.

"A wheelchair," Sean repeated slowly.

At first she looked like the slightest breeze would tip her over. Then a smug look crossed her face.

"You're lying. You're just trying to save your soccer ball," Kat told him,

"You're gonna find out the truth when the weekend is over," Sean shrugged. Then he walked into the house, but not before he took a solemn look at the slightly mangled paperboy lying on their lawn.

Kat looked at the lawn gnome and checked her watch. Then she tested the wind direction with her finger. Once Kat knew that it was completely safe she dashed out to the paperboy.

"There now. I am going to give you some first aid and then I will help you with your paper route," Kat consoled the whimpering ten year old on her lawn.

She lifted him up and took him into her house where he received first aid to rival a hospital's.

"Is my grandpa showing any signs of visiting me in the near future," Zack interrogated.

"I think he won't be able to get past the fact that you're your fathers son very quickly.

"Does he know I am in a wheelchair?" Zack continued.

"I was much closer to your father than your grandfather, so I think it's safe to say no," Isaac told him. Zack started to open his mouth.

"I do not think that it will make a difference either." Isaac cut off.

"I was going to ask you whether the school will have my schedule sent to me tomorrow or if they would give it to me when I got there," Zack explained. "But that answers another question."

"I am very impressed by you," Isaac beamed.

"Why?" Zack honestly didn't understand.

"You bear your disability well, not many people can do that," Isaac beamed some more.

Zack blushed a little in return.

"I have to be honest with you. When I first saw you I felt angry and betrayed, and I still feel this way now," Zack confessed.

"I am not surprise that you feel this way, and I am not sure why," Isaac answered. "That's very unusual for me. I usually have a good reason for everything."

"That's good to know," Zack noted. "At least I am not in the care of someone reckless."

"Well I better get started on your room," Isaac said and left after giving Zack a good pat on the back.

The idea here is the bending society faded into nothing but a legend as groups like the Indo European tribe formed. I decided not to give Zuko an abusive father because he already that once, and we all know what that turned out like. Zack is what I think Zuko would have turned out like if he had a happy childhood.

Read and review Please. I am going to steal jessicadales ten-review policy. 10 reviews equals an update. The whole concept of the story is as the four element times faded the basic tribes like the indo Europeans formed.