Iroh slipped away in the early morning, surrounded by two of the most important people to him. His nephew Zuko, who he loved like a son and Toph, who he viewed as a grandchild. He had hoped he would be able to see Urse again, just one last time. To tell her how much she meant to him. He also wanted to make sure the group of misfits would be looked out for. As old as they where, they still needed a lot of looking after. They all had a tendency to get themselves onto trouble, even with the best of intentions.

As a true firebender through and through he held on till the sun was poring in from the window, giving the room a warm orange glow. Iroh took one last look around the room, taking in the two figures sleeping in chairs at either side of his bed. His eyes finally set on the sun again, he took a deep breath a thin warm smile creped onto his face. His eyes slowly shut, as his breathing gently slowed. His last thought was of contentment, he felt he had done all that he could have done with his life, he was at peace. Ready to move on, to be reunited with his family that he had lost.

The sun began to burn into the back of Toph's head, wakening her up. She knew something was wrong, the air in the room seemed heave. It was only when she placed her feet on the ground that she was hit full force with what was so out of place. Her heart raced, tears started to build up behind her eyes, but they didn't fall. She would not let them.

Zuko rose with the sun. A few minutes after Toph. She with the sun beating out behind her head was the the first thing that he saw clearly, it was her whiter than normal face and large wet eyes that informed him of what had happened. He slowly turned to face the bed. Where his worst fears where confirmed.

The moment he had been dreading his whole life, without fully realising it was finally here. The moment, when someone that you think is invincible, that you thought would always be there. Isn't. His eyes fell to his feet. He couldn't move them up. The tears fell, his hands clenched up, but no sound was made. He kept his mouth tightly clenched, hoping that if he made no sound then the room would stay in this silent moment forever and then none of this would be real.

The last words that his uncle said to him, the last thing he had said to him went round and round in his head. He had woken in the middle of the night, Momo had moved from Toph's lap to Zuko's as Toph was breathing to heavily for him to get comfortable. His fur had tickled Zuko's arm waking him as he was not used to having Momo sleeping with him. He tried to fall back to sleep, but was disturbed again with a faint murmuring sound coming form the other side of the room.

Toph was having one of her dreams again. In the time he had travelled with Toph to find his mother, then sister, he had found out that Toph sometimes suffered from nightmares. They weren't really what you would call nightmares, they were dreams that felt very real, sometimes they made her feel a little uneasy. She would toss and turn a lot when she had dreams like this, like she was doing now.

Zuko swung his feet onto the floor. He was worried she might fall off the chair if she kept moving like that. He was going to try and move Toph to a room with a bed without waking her, or Iroh. Once he was ready to push himself up onto his feet, a quite yet strong voice filled the room. "A fidgety one isn't she."

Zuko finally let his eyes fall on his uncle, he had been avoiding doing that since he woke up. "Yeah she is. Did she wake you, I was going to move her to a room..."

"I was already awake, I haven't been able to sleep."

"I could wake her, she must know how to make something that could help you sleep."

Again Zuko moved to pull himself out of the chair, but again he was stopped by Iroh's voice. "Let her sleep, there isn't anything she can do." Iroh suddenly found his breath hard to get. It was clear from the way Zuko was talking, that he hadn't excepted that he was really dyeing. He would have tried to help him come to terms with the truth, but he didn't want the last conversation he had with the most special person he had lift in this word to be about that. "We haven't really spoken in a long time have we." in response Zuko gentle shock his head. Iroh just made this out in the dark room. "How are you coping."

This question could have been about a number of things, his failing health, Mai's death or being fire lord. Zuko knew his uncle well enough to know what he was really asking. " holding it together. I hope." he meant all of those things, and more.

"It's ok to let someone help you. You don't have to shoulder it all on your own." the retired fire lords eyes drifted over to the now still, sleeping earthbender. Zuko caught were Iroh's gaze was going. Normally Toph would have been the person he would ask for help, but she seemed to have so much weight of her own already to carry, he couldn't add to it.

"I know, but its not always that simple."

"The best things in life, the ones that are worth holding onto never are."

"Your tired." there was a dismissive tone in his voice, that Zuko wished wasn't there.

"Maybe. Maybe I am." the old fire lord yet out a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

The dream that Toph had been having was one of the more unsettling ones she had had in her life. Being blind Toph never dreamt in anything other than total darkness. Like when she was awake she was only aware of the world around her through her other senses. In this dream she was somewhere cold, and not that she noticed but dark. There was a fire in front of her. She knew that someone had mad the fire to keep her warm, then left for some reason with the promise that they would soon be back for her. She felt that she had been waiting there for a very long time. It grew colder, as the fire grew fainter. The fire inevitability went out, and she was left alone as it continue to grow colder.

Toph was on her feet the second the first of his tears hit the floor. She moved over to him. She was about to reach out to him, throw her arms around him, tell him it was going to be ok, that she was sorry, but she just froze. She stood a few steps away from the sitting figure in the chair. The words she had planed to say, hugging him, none of that was going to chance anything or make it any easer. There was nothing she could do to help make it any better for him, and she hated it.

The silence was broken by the slamming shut of the main door to the palace. To the two unmoving figures it felt like the rumbling of thunder before a lighting strike. The others have arrived. Katara, Sokka, Suki and Urse. "I'll go talk to them."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, as she passed him. Once she took one more step away, she stopped and spun round. She seemed to fall at the still sitting fire lord, throwing her arms around his neck. Her body was standing at the back of the chair, so her head rested on top of her arms facing the window and the bed. With his eyes shut, Zuko lifted his hands to hold onto Toph's arms. They stayed like this for a few minutes, till Toph pulled away. As she did she gave him a quick kiss on the check.

Zuko didn't say anything, no words would come. There was nothing to say. He was glad to be left along for a bit. It was now that he brought his gaze up. The sun outside looked so warm, but he felt so cold. He finally looked at the bed. Iroh had a small slight smile on his face. So like him. There was a piece of paper on the bed side table. Zuko picked it up and read.

Do not be sad. I am happy. Its ok. I will see you again.

Zuko's sadness turned to guilt. Would should be sad, when Iroh was happy. He was reunited with the two people he loved the most, his wife and son. It was selfish of him to want him back, to take him away from his family. While he knew tried to stop himself from crying, being selfish, a thought kept running around his head. I need him, I can't do this on my own. As if on queue his uncles voice came to his head, telling him that he was proud of him, that he believed in him. His voice was happy, so Zuko had to be happy for him, or at least try. Underneath the tears, his face now turned to a slight smile, that matched Iroh's.

It may not mean anything to anyone but me, but this it the 50th chapter of the whole story. I am quite proud of that. I think the whole story, all 20 parts will be around 200 chapters, probably more.

So as this is a kind of mile stone, I would love to know what if anyone had ready all of the 6 rewritten parts up to now what you think. So please review. No one was reviewed this part of the story since I have rewritten it, and it is one of the part I was the most worried about. Killing off Iroh and all. So fed-back would be great. Thanks.