Pairing: Zuko and Suki
Rating: K
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"Zuko can you get her?"

The Fire Lord peeked his head though the bedroom door at his wife who was standing by their large bed. Suki looked half asleep as she did her best to make the bed, not being particular succeeding however as the sheet was still half off the mattress.

"I just..." The Fire Lady sighed, looking at the bed with a defeated look on her face.

"Lay down, I will take care of her." He scolded gently, smiling over at Suki. He left before she could say anything and walked back down the hall, the tips of his fingers running long the walls as he walked.

He walked into the small, cozy room, decorated in yellow and greens, a small bed over to the one side. A soft wine came from the bed, the blankets on it stirring. It drew a frown from him as he walked over, peeling back the blankets.

"I don't feel good." The small child on the bed wined, curling up a little bit as he looked down at her.

"I know baby." Zuko sighed, leaning down and scooping the three-year-old-girl up into his long arms. Her head of auburn hair went to to his shoulder as her arms hung limp to her side. His strong hand went to her back, rubbing up and down her spine as she wined.

The Fire Lord sat on the dark green chair in the room, holding his daughter close to him. She had started crying, tears streaming down her flushed over face. He kissed the side of her head, his lips in her soft hair as he frowned heavily. "I'm sorry I don't know what to do for you."

Katara had seen her already. She said that it was just a simple flu and the girl would be better in a few days. Those few days had felt like weeks, especially when Suki herself had picked up the bug from the girl. Zuko himself was feeling the early symptoms of the illness, but was doing his best to hold off until at least Zarra was better.

"Daddy..." She wined, her face in his soft cotton shirt.

"Yes darling?" his fingers went though her fine hair; hair that was so much like her mother's.

"Can you make me feel better?"

The comment made Zuko's stomach drop, a frown covering his face. His arms went around her, pulling the girl closer, "I can't Zarra." It made the girl whimper, little hands going to amber eyes. "I can try though..."

He reached down to her cheek, pressing his hand against the soft skin. Zuko concentrated and focused on the heat radiating from the skin. He pulled his hand away slowly, pulling some heat away with it. He repeated this a few times, pulling away as much of the heat from her as he could.

He knew that it would not totally make Zarra feel better, but that it would at least make her not as miserable. She was no longer wining, but her head was still flush on his chest, her breathing slow.

He thought of a time when he was young, only a little older than Zarra, and was very sick, much like she was now. He recalled his mother holding him, his hot face on her silk robes, her fingers petting his head softly. She had sung him a song to ease him to sleep, her voice soft and kind.

He closed his eyes as he tried to remember the words. Suki had a few lullabies that she would sing to the girl so he knew that those would put her to sleep. He wanted his own right now though.

His tongue ran over his dry lips, his eyes closing as the song came to him. "Golden slumbers, kiss your eyes." His voice cracked as he struggled to find his singing voice, "Smiles await you when you rise." He felt Zarra sign in his arms, her small body relaxing slightly, making him smile as he continued.

"Sleep pretty baby, do not cry and I will sing you a lullaby." He felt her breathing steady, her head heavy on his chest, "Cause you know not, therefore you sleep, while over you a watch I'll keep."

Suki had come into the room, standing in the door way she looked over at her husband and only daughter. He saw her in the door way, eyes eyes looked up at her as he continued.

"Sleep pretty darling. Do not cry, and I will sing you a lullaby."

Suki smiled and walked over to him, reaching out and taking his cheek into her hand. He closed her eyes as she held him, "You have a fever." She cooed.

"Likely." Zuko sighed.

Suki's hand then went to the girl's cheek, "She seems a bit better though."

Zuko stood up, holding Zarra to him, "I'm gonna go lay her in our bed." She nodded and the three of them silently made their way back to the bedroom, Zarra's sleeping body in her father's arms. He laid her down once Suki had pulled back the oddly placed sheet, her small head resting on a pillow that had been placed between the two large ones.

Without another word both Suki and Zuko laid in the bed on either side of her, their faces red with fever. "Are you gonna sing to me?" Suki sighed, her head laying on the pillow.

"I don't have a lullaby fit for a Fire Lady."

"Well get on that." She rolled on her stomach, arms slipping under the full pillow.

"Deal."

Suki did not hear her husbnad, her eyes having already closed as she went to sleep. The last thing he saw before his own eyes closed was a sea of fine auburn hair on the pillows next to him, the flushed over faces of his wife and daughter mixed in. The sight drew a smile from his as he drifted to sleep, his own cheeks red from his rising fever.