The next few drabbles are a continuation of Storm, a miniseries. Enjoy!
Prompt: #57 - Strangers
Word Count:
210
Rating: PG
"Unbelievable," he mutters to himself as he stares at the sleeping girl. He's tempted to set a corner of her parka on fire to see if she'll wake up—but thinks better of it. She'd probably be furious, and Uncle always did tell him that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Actually, he's not sure if setting a girl on fire counts as 'scorn,' but he'd just as soon not take any chances concerning Katara.
He wonders for a moment, if their situation had been reversed, if she had been the one already in the cave and he the one who had wandered in, would he have done the same thing? Would he have ignored her, forgotten their strife in the face of adversity? Or would he have fought her for the cave, attempted to kick her out? He thinks he knows the answer, and he doesn't much like it.
It's a wondrous thing, really, that she'd fall asleep in front of him. To leave oneself so completely vulnerable in front of an enemy is unthinkable to Zuko. But perhaps, he thinks as he lies down and closes his eyes, they aren't quite enemies after all. And just maybe, with a little time, they won't be strangers, either.
END.