Author's Note:

Please Review, even if it is criticism. Even a short review is good. This is my first fanfiction, and I am in love with The Last Airbender.

Aang's POV

Last time Zuko tried to capture me, I escaped in under an hour. There was no doubt it would be harder this time; Zuko wasn't that stupid.

Zuko—not his guards—dragged me to the prison under deck. If I tried to get out now, they would probably just send more guards at me. Not that I couldn't take them. It was probably smarter to wait, though.

A horrifying thought struck me then. He used Katara to capture me, so what if he never let her go? What if she's on this ship, and if I try to get away, she'll get hurt? There was no way in the world I'd let Katara get hurt for my freedom. But I needed to find out if my theory was true.

Zuko shoved me into the cell, then he entered, slamming the door behind himself. "Listen, Avatar, and don't try to be smart." I resisted the temptation to slam him against the wall. I needed to know about Katara.

Zuko continues, "I have your filthy little water-tribe girlfriend here. You try anything, and she suffers."

My jaw clenched, my eyes blazed. I did slam him into the wall, holding him there with a tunnel of air. "SHUT UP!" I roared. Then my voice quieted. "Don't hurt her." I released him. "Do anything to me, but I won't let you do anything to her."

Zuko smirks. And I clench my fist to stop myself from really hurting him, because then Katara will hurt. Hatred and anger courses through me, shaking my body. If Katara got hurt because of me . . . I would never forgive myself. I would hand myself over to Zuko; because that's what I would deserve.

Katara's POV

I groan in frusturation as I pound on the door of the room Zuko locked me in. He had taken my water pouch, and left me with absolutely no liquids.

I knew Aang was somewhere on the ship, and Zuko probably wasn't being as hospitable to him. There was a big velvety bed in the middle of the room. A beautifully lined mirror hung on the wall. Rich wood covered the floor. There were no windows and no bathroom. Zuko was depriving me of all water, obviously.

I sit down on the bed, trying to calm myself. I can't. I need to get out of here. "Let me out!" I screech as I pound on the door more viciously. "Let me out now you—" The door opens, cutting me off and making me stumble back a few steps.

It was Zuko, holding a tray. He enters the room and quickly shuts the door behind him, before I can get out. I back away from him as he sets the tray of food down on the bed.

"What do you want with me?" I snarl at him. Out of the corner of my eye I see a cup of a tiny bit of water inside. Barely enough to bend, but I could do it.

"What I want is with the Avatar," snaps Zuko. "And in order to get him to my father he has to stay on this ship. And in order for him to stay on this ship, someone other than himself has to be in danger. That person is you. I told him if he tries anything, you're dead meat."

My eyes widen, scared for a moment. Then it turns into a glare and I hiss, "You're a sick person. You would torture me to get your dad to like you again. Your sick and you're evil and I hate you more than I hate the fire lord himself."

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