"Be quiet," Zuko hissed. He and Katara lay on their backs in the bushes of the palace garden. The invasion was well under way, and they were hiding from the many soldiers that roamed the grounds.

Of course, talking had been the last thing on Katara's mind at the moment. She was too busy worrying about Aang, her friends, her fatjer, and everyone else who had agreed to help. However, that didn't mean she wasn't tempted to yell at Zuko for all the stupid things he had done in the past. It didn't help that he had had the nerve to pull her into the bushes.

"I think they went this way!" a nearby voice yelled. Footsteps came nearer. Katara felt Zuko's arms tense slightly and pull her closer to him, as well as the quickened beating of his heart. Her own heart was pounding, a sound she was sure everyone within five feet could hear.

However, the prince's protective embrace somehow made her feel safer. Never before had she ever thought such a thing would happen, because, really, who feels safe in the arms of their enemy?

Tilting her head slightly, she looked up at the firebender. Moments ago, he had risked his neck to keep her safe, when he could have just run and saved himself.

Maybe he wasn't her enemy anymore…


Author's Notes: This was written before 312 was aired, but I suppose it still works with what's happened.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.