"Zuko, I'm thoroughly disappointed in you."

Zuko nods.

"In fact, if I'm being honest, it's not just me who's disappointed. Mankind in general is frowning on you right now."

Zuko nods again.

"What you've chosen to do is morally, physically, and emotionally wrong. It literally goes against everything that is good in this universe and I personally find it a great concern that you've chosen to do this. But I have decided to help you overcome this enormous lapse in judgment."

Zuko has never seen Sokka so serious before.

"We've known each other for a long time," Sokka continues. "Practically forever, really. And you're more than just my friend, you're more like my brother, which is why I feel so personally invested in this."

Sokka leans forward and places his hands on his knees. "That bowl in your hand? I'm going to need you to set that to the side, because what's inside of it is literally offensive."

Zuko obeys.

"Good. Now, I'm going to hand you this piece of delicious, juicy, wonderful meat and you're going to put it in your mouth, chew it, and then swallow it."

Zuko is starting to lose his patience. "Sokka—"

"No no no no no. I'm going to need you to take this piece of delicious, juicy, wonderful meat, put it into your mouth, chew, and then swallow."

"Sokka—"

"No no no no no. I'm going to need you to—"

Zuko swats away the meat that Sokka is trying to hand him and picks his bowl of steamed vegetables and tofu back up. "I promised Avatar Aang that I wouldn't eat meat for six months, so I'm not going to eat meat for six months."

Sokka looks nauseated. "That goes against nature."

Zuko shrugs. "It hasn't been that big of a deal so far." He pokes at the tofu in his bowl with a chopstick. "I've had to get used to some of it, though."

Sokka blinks and stares. "There's something wrong with you." Then he rips into his meat and makes a point out of chewing and swallowing.

Zuko gestures to his bowl. "You want to try some?"

Sokka looks personally affronted. "Excuse me?" He makes a sweeping motion towards his stick of meat. "You're offering me that when I have this? Spirits, I can't even look at you right now. I'm turning my head and looking in another direction."

Zuko just smiles and bites into a carrot.

The Western Air Temple practically burns under the sun, which is why when Sokka suggests that he and Zuko leave for the evening, Zuko agrees.

Sokka showed up a week ago and since has acted as if nothing is out of the ordinary. But Zuko knows that something is wrong, really wrong, but he waits patiently for Sokka to tell Zuko himself. Patience is one of the things that Zuko has started to pick up from the Avatar.

Sokka walks ahead of him.

"Where're we going?" Zuko asks, nodding his head politely at any air nomads that they pass.

"There's a pub nearby in the local village," Sokka calls to him from over his shoulder. "They make this drink—you have to try it."

Zuko nearly rolls his eyes. "When did you find this place?"

He sees Sokka shrug one shoulder. "The other day. You were doing something with Avatar Aang and I got bored." They continue walking. A young woman around their age walks past them and she smiles at Sokka, clearly seeking eye contact. He turns her head away and refuses to acknowledge her, causing her to blush in humiliation and awkwardly turn her head away.

Zuko frowns. He's going to kill Azula.

"Dude, Zuko, you have to try this."

Zuko looks down at the drink in his mug warily. It's golden and frothy. He's reminded of his past drinking experience with Sokka and is sorely tempted to set the mug aside.

Instead he takes a sip and nearly spits it back out. "Ugg, what is that?"

Sokka has already downed half his mug. "Its yeast-fermented malt flavored with hops." He urges Zuko to drink more. "It's refreshing."

Zuko blinks. "It tastes, looks, and smells like ostrich-horse piss."

The bartender glares at him.

Sokka's Therapy Session with Zuko: Hour 1

"Don't get me wrong, I understand your reasoning, but let's face the facts. The Blue Spirit would've been a thousand times cooler if he had used a boomerang as his main weapon instead of dual swords."

Zuko sips his water, having come to the realization that he'll be babysitting his friend tonight. For some reason this doesn't bother him as much as it should. "When you can back that argument up with logic then perhaps I'll take you seriously."

Sokka's blue eyes widen. "What? That is perfectly logical! Boomerangs are freaking awesome! You just throw it and it hits shit! But then it comes back!"

"Okay, but with dual swords you have the added advantage of not directly giving away your position. Plus, swords are deadly. Boomerangs really aren't that deadly."

"Have you ever been hit with a boomerang?"

"Not ex—"

"It's the bruise of the century, I'm telling you. But no, with a boomerang you just throw it and knock the person out, and you have time to get some shit done, man."

"Yeah, well, the Blue Spirit is stylish and classy with his broad swords. So there."

"Dude, whatever. Boomerangs look cooler. They're all…not straight. They curve. Hey, could you get us some more drinks?"

Sokka's Therapy Session with Zuko: Hour 2

Sokka is dancing.

To no music, mind.

But there are a couple of girls around him, so Zuko thinks that perhaps he'll just leave his friend alone for the time being. Maybe talking to other girls would be therapeutic for him.

Zuko leans against the counter at the bar and continues to sip his water, calmly people watching until it's time to drag a drunken Sokka back to the air temple.

Zuko snorts and smiles at the irony.

There's a clearing of a throat behind him and Zuko turns around to see the bartender looking at him intently.

He blinks, suddenly uncomfortable. "Yes?"

The bartender jerks his head towards Sokka. "Your friend over there, what's his status?"

Zuko frowns in confusion before bringing his cup back to his lips. "I'm sorry, status?"

The bartender gives an exasperated sigh. "You know, is your friend single?"

Zuko chokes on a mouthful of water and spends the next several moments hacking. The bartender just stares at him.

Zuko blinks rapidly in order to clear his watery eyes. "Uh, he's off the market," he squeaks, letting out another cough.

For a second the bartender looks crestfallen. Then he taps a finger against his chin, his gaze sweeping over Zuko thoughtfully. "What about you?"

Zuko quietly shuffles away from the bar.

Sokka's Therapy Session with Zuko: Hour 3

The night is warm. Sokka is leaning against the outside wall of the pub, clearly depressed.

But, considering everything that Sokka has had to drink tonight, Zuko is impressed that his buddy is still standing on his own and managing coherent sentences.

"She rejected me!" Sokka moans, his head falling back against the wall. "I told her about everything that I had done and she rejected me. And she called me an idiot for being unprofessional. I am professional! I'm a professional guy!"

Zuko nods along like he's supposed to. "If it makes you feel any better, I was thoroughly rejected too. And not for the first time," he offers, shrugging.

At this Sokka bursts out laughing. "So true! And she rejected you while you were in her bed!"

Just the reminder of that moment burns.

Sokka continues to chuckle. "My sister is silly."

As it gets later and later, the clientele for this pub is getting sketchier and sketchier. "You ready to go?" Zuko asks.

"Let me finish my drink first," Sokka answers, looking down at his over halfway full mug. Then he burps. Loudly. He looks back up at Zuko and there's a hazy look in his eye. "Who am I gonna marry now?"

"There are plenty of ladies out there for you."

Sokka throws his arms out, his drink sloshing over the rim of his mug. "PLENTY OF LADIES!" He shakes his head. "I don't see any ladies, Zuko."

Oh yeah, Sokka is definitely not sober.

"They'll show themselves eventually."

"Naw. You'll probably get married before me, Zuko."

Zuko shakes his head. "Probably not."

Sokka looks befuddled. "Why do you say that?"

"Because the only person I'm ever going to marry is your sister, and she's kind of unreachable at the moment."

Sokka sways a bit on his feet. "And the only person she's going to marry is you. 'Cause you're the only one I approve of. If another guy comes into the picture…" Sokka stares at the ground for a moment. "I mean, I guess I'll have to kill him, obviously. For wanting my baby sister." He gazes at Zuko in earnest. "You'll help me get rid of the body, right?"

"Absolutely."

Sokka grins, relieved. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm so glad we share the same feelings."

Sokka's Therapy Session with Zuko: Hour 4

"Is that my bed?"

"You're in your bed, buddy."

"Awesome. I have to show you the lighter."

"Or you could go to sleep."

"My lighter burns."

"I bet it does."

"Lighter power swoosh!"

"I don't know what that means."

"To heck with it. And girls. To heck with lighters and girls."

"Agni, Sokka. Go the fuck to sleep."

"Ex-fucking-cuse you. Cursing is bad. It is a bad habit… To heck with girls."

"Yeah. To heck with them."

Zuko is eating lunch with Avatar Aang when Sokka finally decides to grace them with his hung-over presence.

The water tribesman gingerly lowers himself to the ground across from Zuko. "Not a word," he says, moving his hands up in order to rub at his temples.

"Good afternoon, Sokka!" the Avatar says cheerfully.

Sokka winces before glowering at the Avatar. "Can we please be—"

"And how are you feeling on this bright, sunny afternoon?" Avatar Aang continues, blinking innocently.

"I have a headache," Sokka grumbles.

"Well, yes," Avatar Aang says, "when one drinks copious amounts of alcohol, the brain is dehydrated, resulting in a headache. Oftentimes after a drunken evening, one will also experience a sensitivity to light and sound along with nausea. Also, grouchiness!" The Avatar offers Sokka his bowl and smiles brightly. "Tofu?"

Sokka moans and slowly stands back up. "I'm going back to bed."

As soon as Sokka moves out of sight Zuko turns and smirks at the Avatar.

"One shouldn't be amused by those who are suffering, Prince Zuko," the Avatar admonishes gravely. Then he winks at him.

Zuko glances down at his own bowl of rice and bits of tofu. He has a countdown going on for when he'll be able to eat meat again. Thirty-seven days.

He finally sets the bowl down. "Have you ever been drunk before, Avatar Aang?"

A very mischievous look crosses the Avatar's face. "Once in Ba Sing Se when I was quite young. I was eighteen and in the middle of my earthbender training. I don't remember much, just that I woke up the next morning with the hair shaven from my unmentionables—"

"And with that I think we should end this conversation."

Zuko has become very good at masking his depression.

He's not sure if this is a good or bad thing.

Each day he walks over to the messenger post at the air temple, and each day he returns to his room empty handed. Katara hasn't written to him in a couple of months. At first Zuko assumed that she was probably busy; he could only assume training to become Chief was a lot of hard work. But after her continued silence he was forced to come to several conclusions. She had either met someone, or now hated him for whatever reason.

Zuko figures that he'll leave for the Southern Water Tribe in a couple of months in order to check up on her, Avatar or no.

Zuko continues to write to Katara, of course, which could potentially be pathetic. Zuko prefers not to dwell on it.

Today, as Zuko walks to the messenger post to send off his letter and check to see if he's received one, he's feeling a little more depressed than usual.

Not that today has been very different then every other day. It hasn't. He has eaten breakfast with the Avatar, meditated, sparred with the Avatar, accompanied Sokka on a hunting trip even though he didn't actually kill anything (also, thirty-one days!), and later he would spend the evening continuing to "enjoy" the lifestyle of the air nomads and goofing off with his best friend.

And even though he knows that there won't be a letter for him, his heart still plummets when the messenger at the post shakes his head.

After all, today is his twenty-third birthday.

At dinner Sokka and the Avatar try to surprise Zuko with cake. It's cute.

"Happy birthday!" Sokka sings loudly and somewhat off-key. He and the Avatar grab each other and twirl around Zuko, who simply stares at his cake. The icing is blue. He suppresses a sigh. He doesn't handle the color blue all that well anymore.

He manages to laugh and shake his head for the sake of his friends.

The Avatar sits down beside him and gives him a happy smile. "Now, Prince Zuko, it is time for your birthday present."

Zuko straightens and gives the Avatar his full attention. Having had birthdays with the Avatar before, he knows what to expect.

The Avatar clears his throat. "Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your own unguarded thoughts."

Zuko bows his head in thanks.

Sokka is offended on Zuko's behalf. "That is your birthday gift to Zuko?"

Avatar Aang turns to Sokka, somewhat amused. "Wisdom is the greatest gift of all."

Sokka's mouth falls open, clearly affronted. "You gave him a sentence! A sentence."

"Its fine," Zuko says, trying hard not to laugh. Sokka seems genuinely upset. "What present are you giving me?"

And just like that Sokka's attention is averted. "Oh. Right. It won't be here until tomorrow. But it's about a million times more awesome than a sentence."

The Avatar stares at Zuko for a moment. "Would you like a pearl of wisdom, young Sokka? To enlighten your soul and broaden your mind?"

"Um, no. I have cake. But thanks."

Zuko realizes he'll have to stay with the Avatar. If Katara doesn't ever write back, trips down to the Southern Water Tribe on "Avatar business" would always give him an excuse to see her.

The fire is dying, so Zuko thinks it might be time to go to bed. Sokka is already sprawled out on the temple floor, snoring loudly.

Zuko makes to stand up, not sure if he should let his friend sleep or smack him upside the head in order to wake him up. Admittedly, the latter would be funnier.

But it ends up not mattering. Sokka makes the decision for him by mumbling himself awake.

"Lighters are cool," he mutters before jerking up into a sitting position. "What? Who died?"

"You fell asleep." Zuko feels the corners of his lips quirk in an almost smile. "And no one died."

"Oh," Sokka says sleepily before failing to cover up a giant yawn. "That's a relief."

Zuko's eyebrows furrow with curiosity. "What's a lighter? You keep mentioning it."

Sokka rubs his temples. "Lighters…um. They're basically my greatest failure."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

Sokka groans and gives Zuko a flustered look. "It's this." He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a small, square shaped contraption. It flashes silver in the waning firelight. And then, with a flick of his finger against the side of the contraption, a flame sprouts up at the top. "I made fire. Sort of."

Zuko stares at the flame, impressed. "That's pretty cool."

"Yeah, I know. All it took was a bit of fuel and some thoughtfulness on my part and bada-bing, I created something that would replace spark rocks and subtly boost the Southern Water Tribe's economy. If I managed to produce more and sell them, then firebenders, matches, and spark rocks would all be rendered useless on camping trips, and keeping warm on the tundra and such. But the most important thing is that cooking would be easier, obviously." There's a twinge of bitterness in his voice. With another flick of his finger the flame disappears and Sokka tucks the lighter back into his pocket.

Zuko stares at Sokka for a long moment before grinning. "That's seriously awesome, imagine selling—"

"Awesome?" Sokka shakes his head. "Yeah, try explaining that to my dad. He said I was concentrating more on making my lighter then I was on learning how to lead the tribe. Which was true, but still."

Zuko frowns. "But you left because of my—"

"Well, yeah, her too. Actually, mostly her. But there were a few other reasons, like the fact that I'm not one hundred percent convinced I would do a good job as Chief. Not as good of a job as Katara would do, anyway. She's always been better with people than me."

"I think you'd make a good Chief, Sokka," Zuko says softly, quietly surveying his friend.

Sokka sighs. "Thanks, but it's a little too late, now. I can't just show back up and demand to train for Chief again. I can't do that to Katara. Now I just have to… Errrmm. I feel funny." He clutches his stomach.

Zuko just chalks Sokka's discomfort up to his diet and drinking habits. "Well, if you feel lost and have no idea what to do with your life you can just do what I did. Be an apprentice to the Avatar."

Sokka gives him a hopeful look before he freezes, turns his head, and hurls.

Zuko grimaces.

Sokka owes him so much.

So. Fucking. Much.

Because Zuko cleaned up his friend's vomit. And what did Sokka do to repay him? He just threw up some more.

Now it's a little before dawn and Zuko should be sleeping but instead he's making his way to Sokka's room in order to make sure his fever has gone down. If it hasn't then Zuko is dragging him to the healer despite Sokka's guaranteed protests.

The door to Sokka's room is cracked open and Zuko moves forward in order to open it further when he hears the voice.

It's calm, lovely, and soothing—just like the water she bends.

Zuko steps right up to the opening and sees her. He grips the doorframe tightly.

Her back is turned to him, so he can't see her face, but she's here.

"—been taking really good care of you," Katara says, sitting on the edge of her brother's bed.

"He won't stop bitching about cleaning up after me," Sokka mumbles and Zuko sees his form shift on his bed.

Katara laughs and Zuko's heart races.

"So you don't think he'll expect it? Me showing up?" There's excitement in her voice.

"Nope. He's been moping a lot lately, by the way. Thinks no one notices, but, uh, I've known him since I was two and he was three. I noticed." There's a coughing fit and Sokka moans. "Kill me now."

"At least it's just the flu. And you've had worse." Katara gently pats Sokka's foot. "Do you need anything? If not then I'm going to find Zuko."

"No. But hey, Katara, can I ask you something? And will you be totally honest with me?"

Zuko can't see her face, but he can bet Katara is frowning. "Sure," she answers.

"Am I an idiot?"

There's no underlying joke to the question, and Zuko realizes that Sokka is more confused than he had let on.

The long, chestnut hair cascading down Katara's back swishes as she shakes her head. "No, Sokka, I don't think you're an idiot."

There's a pause. Then: "You're just saying that because you're my sister."

"Not really. I understand and respect your decisions Sokka, and you're not an idiot for choosing to do something different than what everyone else expected out of you."

There's a sigh and a muffled 'thank you'. Katara moves to get up and Zuko backs away from the door, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping.

She steps out of the room and closes the door behind her, and when she spots him her eyes widen in astonishment.

Zuko quickly steps right up to her and kisses her before either of them can say anything stupid.

A game of Hide and Giggle As We Make Our Way Back to Zuko's Room ensues. Well, Katara does most of the giggling, but Zuko can't stop beaming and stumbling over his own two feet, so there is that.

It feels like hours before they finally reach his closed door, but Zuko doesn't mind because Katara is beside him.

And then, finally, they're alone, and Zuko doesn't even care about the fact that he should probably be angry with her for not writing him these past couple of months.

He reaches out and cups her face with one hand, pulls her close with the other. "It hasn't even been a year," he jokes, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb. His heart thunders in his chest.

She smiles but steps out of his hold. He gulps, memories flashing, and suddenly he is overcome with a sense of doubt.

Just because she was here…well, that didn't really mean much. And Zuko has always been good at jumping to conclusions.

"I have to give you something," she says, voice wavering in nervousness. "It's a birthday present. Well, not really, but sort of?"

The corner of Zuko's mouth quirks in an almost smirk. "Whatever you have, I don't think it's going to top the fact that you're here, Katara."

She smiles and blushes at this before shaking her head slightly. "It might." Then she reaches into her chest wrap (Zuko cocks an eyebrow at this) and pulls out a flashing purple stone—attached to a thin ribbon. She places it into his palm and then deliberately stares at the ground, beet red.

"Is that a…is this a necklace?" He stares down at the stone, beautiful swirls of color glinting inside. He falters slightly because he knows exactly what this means.

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

Now Katara is pale, really pale. "No! Well, maybe. I don't know! It's just that…what you said to me…and you're mom—"

"Aren't I supposed to propose?"

She sways slightly. "No. Girls can too. And I carved you a necklace, so there." Her breathing starts to become harsh and ragged, and she lets out a whimper.

"Katara?" Zuko moves forward and steadies her with a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong? Katara, Katara look at me." Her knees start to buckle so he moves to pick her up, but she shoves him away.

"Katara—"

She shakes her head rapidly and Zuko can feel the panic rising in his throat.

Then she turns her head and vomits.

"This is a special sap that we air nomads use to settle upset stomachs," Avatar Aang says kindly. He's sitting on the edge of Katara's (well, technically Zuko's) bed, a teacup in hand. "You will feel better after you drink it."

Katara takes the cup and gives both the Avatar and Zuko bleary smiles. "Sokka and I have always gotten sick at the same time," she explains, bringing the cup to her lips and sipping.

Then she nearly spits it all back out.

"Z-Zuko, what are you letting him feed me?" she gasps, before forcing herself to swallow the sap actually in her mouth.

"It'll make you feel better," Zuko assures her from his spot next to her on the bed. Well, technically he is next to Tomkin. The massive feline is sprawled next to his owner on the bed, occasionally shooting the Avatar and Zuko withering looks.

Zuko sighs. Cats.

"If you say so." Katara turns and snuggles up against Tomkin. Seconds later she's fast asleep.

"Impressive," Zuko says. "What kind of sap is that?"

"Oh, it's nothing much, really." Avatar Aang takes the cup from Katara's hand and sets it off to the side. "Let's just say it will make your almost-fiancé feel very good in the next couple of hours. I've given some to young Sokka as well."

Zuko immediately feels suspicious.

The Avatar turns to him, gray eyes bright. "Prince Zuko, I do feel that your time as my apprentice is coming to a close."

Even though he desperately wants to, Zuko feels uneasy confirming the Avatar's suspicions. In the blink of an eye everything could change, and probably not in his favor. Life has a funny way of doing that.

"I'm not sure—" he begins, but the Avatar cuts him off.

"I hope you do not take this the wrong way, Prince Zuko, but I am older then you and therefore much, much wiser. So once again I must assure you that I do not think you'll be my apprentice for much longer."

Zuko cannot stop himself from smiling at this.

"Your friend, however, is a different story."

Before he can stop himself, Zuko imagines Sokka in his place, traveling with the Avatar, listening to his wisdom, eating meals together, having the Avatar subtly get involved in his complicated romantic life…

Zuko outright laughs.

"Zuko."

"You're awake."

"Uh huh."

"Would you like some water or something to eat? Can I get you anything?"

"Can you get me a cloud?"

"…a what?"

"A cloud. I want to cuddle a cloud. They look so fluffy."

"Katara, why are you laughing hysterically?"

"'Cause they're just so fluffy looking!"

"Katara…"

"Imagine living on top of one. Oh! And I bet they taste good too."

"Katara."

"Tomkin would probably like it. He loves fluffy things. We should set up a fort on top of a cloud."

"You're high."

"Yes, the clouds are high."

"I'm going to kill Avatar Aang."

While Katara rests Zuko watches Tomkin and Sang play together.

Although it's more like watching Tomkin tolerate Sang as the wolf runs around him and wags his tail for his new friend.

A few minutes later both creatures are curled up together, Tomkin happily grooming his new friend's face while Sang slowly falls asleep.

It's probably not very manly to find two animals cuddling all that heartwarming, but Zuko can't help it. They're just too adorable.

The first time Katara is coherent enough to register that Zuko is wearing her necklace around his neck, she cries.

The two water tribe siblings get better quickly.

Today Katara is feeling well enough to help Zuko in preparing dinner.

"You've gotten good at cooking," she observes with a sly smile on her face.

He returns it, playfully bumping her hip with his. "Kind of, yeah."

She flat out grins. "I've always wanted a husband who can cook for me."

He catches her eye and for a moment Zuko wonders if it's healthy for his heart to be beating so fast.

Probably not.

But the moment starts to fade when Katara drops her smile and bites her lip. "Can I ask you something?"

Zuko nods and watches as she reaches up ad traces her fingertips along the purple stone. "You want to, right? To, um, get married?"

Zuko almost laughs at her uncertainty. He's reminded of what he said to Sokka, about the fact that he would never marry because he'd never marry anyone but her. He thinks that maybe he won't actually tell her this, though.

He decides to nod and presses a soft kiss against her forehead.

He feels her relax. "Good," she whispers. "Because that would have been awkward. I would have had to take your necklace back."

He chuckles. "You'd have to fight for it. Purple is my color, you know."

She giggles and shakes her head. But just like that she's back to nervously biting her lip. "Zuko, I was wondering if, if maybe we could wait awhile, though."

He pulls back a bit and looks down at her face. "Why?"

She grips the front of his shirt in two fists. "Well, it's just, I need to finish my training, and the people have to get used to you because you'll technically be Chief and—"

Zuko's mind reels. "I—what?"

"You'll be Chief—don't panic! It's just in title only! The Chief's Wife is always the Chief's Wife, even if she's the actual leader."

Zuko blinks. "That's dumb." His voice sounds much squeakier then he would prefer. He clears his throat.

"Tell me about it." Katara's blue eyes search his face apprehensively. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," he says, nodding quickly. "That's a good reason to wait, I guess."

"Well that, and I'm worried about Sokka and Azula. Her last letter was dismal, even more so than usual."

"That's because she's being an idiot about not letting her professional life and her love life merge." He widens his eyebrows at Katara. "Gee, reminds me of someone else…"

She smacks his shoulder. "Shut up. I'm on the right track now."

Zuko's eyes soften as he looks down at her. "I know."

She stands up on her toes and kisses a spot his jaw. He's about to tilt his head and kiss her properly on the mouth when she pulls away.

He grumbles under his breath.

"Stop that," she says. She catches his eye and gives him a mischievous look. It's worrying. "We have to do something about those two."

Her eyes narrow. "We have to be sneaky."

LOL, this chapter.

FYI, Aang's pearl of wisdom for Zuko's birthday is a quote from Buddha. Bless you, Google.

I apologize for the delay in updating. I got a second job, so my writing time was more limited than usual. The next couple of updates should come quicker as I get used to my busier schedule.

Also, I suspect we only have two to four chapters of this story left. :( But at least we've finally reached happy!Zutara. So that's good, right?

And another thing, to those of you who are wondering what the hell happened between Azula and Sokka, your questions will be answered. I plan on writing a Sokka/Azula one-shot for this story. It'll mostly be a bunch of drabbles, mind.

Hope everyone enjoyed.