If there was one thing Zuko loved about Katara, it was her ability to heal.
He remembered the first time he'd actually seen her use the skill. He had stood, mesmerized as she mended a cut her brother had received in battle. It made him wonder what it was like to be touched by her healing hands.
Eventually, he discovered the feeling.
The dangers of taking on his father were not unknown to Zuko. Yet, when fighting the Fire Lord, he was still overwhelmed and amazed by his own father's strength and ruthlessness. He was not prepared, and paid the price with his life.
Almost.
Katara had saved him.
He remembered feeling her warm hands pressed against his chest, her voice calling his name as she tried to heal his wound. It was the first time her voice held concern for him since Ba Sing Se.
Fortunately, he had lived. He lived and his father had been defeated. They had ended the war.
The friends all went their separate ways after that, having no more need to travel together. Katara and Sokka went back home to the South Pole, Toph went back to her parents, and Aang continued to travel the world with Appa and Momo.
Which left Zuko to stay and rule the Fire Nation alone.
Sometimes, he found himself longing to be healed by Katara's gentle hands.
Author's Notes: Ehhh... Not sure about this one. I guess it's okay.
Anyway, sorry I didn't update sooner. I was procrastinating. xP
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.
