I now have a pretty decent - if I do say so myself- plan for the rest of Season One (Water) and some plans for Season Two (Earth) Thanks for the suggestions, and if you have anything to add, feel free - I love to hear what you guys have to say :)


Korra's Point of View

When I woke up, I didn't know where I was. "For the love of earthbending!" I moaned. How many times had this happened to me now? Twice? In about forty-eight hours? Why do the Spirits hate me so much?

"Ah, you are awake." Someone was in the room with me. "Have some tea. It will help." I struggled to sit up, and a very large man in red robes and armor handed me a cup of tea. I vaguely recognized him… he was the guy I'd run into while escaping those pirates.

"I feel like I ran into a brick wall." I groaned again, complaining of the massive headache I had as a result of running into strong armor.

He chuckled. "Fire Nation armor is pretty tough." I froze, the cup halfway to my mouth. He was Fire Nation, of course, that's why there was so much red in this room. The room was basically built out of metal, a giant hollowed-out cube, the only means of escape was the door, which was also metal, and was securely closed. From what I'd heard about old-time Fire Nation folks, though, was nasty stuff. Not old, fat guys giving innocent, injured girls tea.

"What… What is your name?" I asked him hesitantly, putting the cup of tea down.

"I am General Iroh." He smiled. "I am traveling with my nephew." There was a knock on the door, sharp and crisp. "Come in!" Iroh called cheerfully, and his smile only widened when he saw who it was. "Nephew!"

I, on the other hand, did not understand the smile. It was the 'banished prince' from the Fire Temple, and he was just as furious-looking as he was there, too. His eyes were scarily alight with something I couldn't recognize.

"You were to tell me when the prisoner woke up." He was staring at me, and I was staring at him, not breaking eye contact.

"Ah, yes. The young lady woke a minute ago, and I thought she might like some tea." We still didn't break eye contact.

"To Agni with tea, Uncle." He came forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the bed and to my feet. Bummer. That was a comfy bed. He leaned towards me, and whispered in my ear, "You have some things to tell me." He dragged me out of the room and down the hall, we went into another room, this was bare except for a table and two chairs. An interrogation room, this was going to be like Chief Bei Fong all over again, wasn't it?

He shoved me down in one of the chairs, and himself took a seat in the other. "You are going to tell me where the Avatar is."

I made eye contact, it is a symbol of equality in the old water tribes, signifying that you believe you are of the other's rank. It can be interpreted as a sign of defiance. "Hmm…" I started. "You are going to have to clarify." There were, after all, two Avatars right now.

"You have been out for just under an hour. I need to find a little bald monk with tattoos. Tell me where they are, or the path they are taking to the Northern Tribe." His voice became sharper and more dangerous with every single word, he was not used to being refused.

"Well, with any luck, they'll have taken off by now. Their main route involves avoiding you." I said calmly, keeping eye contact. He couldn't be that dangerous, could he? I could take him.

"With any luck, they will still be on the river. Then you will have company in your confinement all the way to the Fire Nation." I snorted at his comment, and his eyes narrowed even further, if that was even possible. "Now, you are clearly Water Tribe," he gestured at my blue colored clothing, "And I know for a fact that you are not Southern Tribe, meaning that you are Northern, and therefore know the location of the Northern Tribe's base." So that's his big question.

"You are mistaken." He got up, and glared at me. "I'm sorry. My best bet is somewhere near the North Pole." Then he slapped me, right on the forehead, where my bruise from Iroh's armor was.

"You are of no use to me." He stated cleanly, and left me sitting there, on the chair, in pain.

When he got to the door, I called out to him, "You will regret that someday, Prince Zuko."

He turned back, showing me the scarred side of his face, "I'll take my chances."

Katara's Point of View

"Aang, I'm worried." I said. "Korra's been gone for over four hours." It was almost nightfall, and she hadn't returned.

"Do you think… Do you think she was captured?" He asked.

"Nah, this is Korra. She can always go into the Avatar State if she needs to." Sokka commented, "Meanwhile, I am getting some sleep." He'd already pulled out all of our sleeping bags, and was slipping into his.

"I agree with Sokka, and she knows we are going to the Northern Tribe." Aang stated. "Good night, Katara. She'll be here in the morning." Aang settled down into his bag, he was worried, but not as worried as I was. Korra, she couldn't have been captured?

"Night, guys." I didn't make a move for my bag, I just stood there as the fire got lower, and lower, and the cackling noises it made were joined by Sokka's loud snoring and Aang's soft humming noises that he made in his sleep. Korra was going to help me with the scroll. Earlier today, when Aang and I hadn't been worried about her fighting off those pirates, we'd tried it out. I'd, of course, gotten frustrated at my failing at the water whip. Korra would have taught it to me flawlessly, she was so good at protecting us, too. Volunteering to steal the scroll, and take the pirates was brave, and she would be able to do so easily with her bending, but without? She might need rescuing! The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, Korra had been captured by pirates, and needed rescuing! Aang and I would have to go get her in the morning, but without my bending I'd be useless… I would have to be able, at least, to do the water whip.

With that thought, I slipped away from the dying embers of the fire and snatched the scroll off the tree trunk where it was laying, a sleeping Momo as its sole guardian. I snuck off into the woods, occasionally stepping on a tree branch and making a cracking sound. I made it to the waterfront easily, though, without problems. Once there, I set the scroll on a rock and was just about to start my practice when I saw a puff of smoke above the treetops. Smoke? Our fire was near out, who else was in the woods? The smoke was coming nearer and nearer. I leaned out, but couldn't see past the bend in the river. This was really making me nervous, what was that smoke? Finally, I found out, though I really didn't like it.

There was Zuko's ship, being tailed by the pirate ship. And onboard Zuko's ship, standing at the prow, hands tied behind her back was a bruised Korra, standing beside the Prince of Evil himself. He didn't see me, I was standing next to a tree, but she did, and so did a lookout on the top of the smokestack.

"Katara." Korra called, there was a nasty bruise on her forehead, and Zuko turned to her and followed her gaze to where I was standing. "Run." Suddenly the deck exploded with life, and Zuko was shouting at his men and at the pirates… I didn't stick around.

I tore through the woods and into the clearing where Aang and Sokka were sleeping. "Everybody out of bed!" I screamed, and snatched up my sleeping bag. Sokka woke slowly, whining, and Aang groaned at the sleep interruption. "Zuko is coming!" I screeched as quietly as I could, and that got them up. There were voices in the woods all around us, but Aang and Sokka were just getting on Appa, who was, too, groaning at the midnight ride. "Yip Yip!" I called once the guys were on his tail, and not a moment too soon, as there were Fire Nation soldiers bursting out of the woods in nearly all directions. Sokka gasped in fear, but there wasn't much he could do but hang furiously onto Appa's tail. Aang, on the other hand, snatched his glider out of the saddle, and swooped up to the front, with me.

When we looked back, we could see an angry Zuko standing there with a smiling Korra. As we were flying away, I could have sworn she yelled, "You go, guys!"

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We just kept flying, there wasn't much we could do. Aang and I would have to rescue her once we were both better at bending.

Korra's Point of View – about a week later

"My nephew is very frustrated that the Avatar got away again." Iroh commented as he moved his White Lotus tile to one spot on the board. "You lose!" He smiled gleefully.

"Well, this is only my third time playing… ever, and number four is going to turn out just as hopeless if you don't at least let my try to have a chance." I griped, this guy was good at pai sho. "And, sorry, but I really don't care much about your emotionally challenged nephew."

"Zuko is a good boy… he just has had a troubled life."

"Of course." I paused, "I need some fresh air. Can you tie me up and take me out on deck?" I was forced to ask him, I knew Iroh hated tying me up, it's not like I could go anywhere, with the ocean all around, but if we ran into Zuko, I'd better wish I was tied.

"I really do not see why these are necessary; you are a charming and nice girl." He sighed, "Sometimes I just don't understand my nephew." He tied the ropes around my wrists anyway, and we walked down the hall and onto the deck.

Zuko was practicing firebending, battling one of the crew members. His moves were good, but not perfect. He did a lash with his foot, sweeping a pointed toe across the deck, and sending a semi-circle of fire to the feet of his opponent.

"You are doing it wrong!" I called out cheerfully, rolling my eyes. Zuko wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be. He could, dare I say, even be nice and funny at times. Times when he wasn't so preoccupied with getting back his honor. Which was near never.

"Oh, and I suppose the Water-Tribe girl is a firebender now?" He turned with a sigh. After the first day, he hadn't slapped me again, probably at his uncle's urging.

"Try flexing your foot, but keep it concise, and once you are done, you can just step on it." He raised his eyebrows. "It should make it more directional, more like a fast-moving 'v' instead of a semi-circle." He shrugged.

"Whatever." He continued his battle, I watched his feet. When the opening came, he took it, and snapped his foot appropriately into a flexed position as he pulled it around. A 'v' of fire shot out, and knocked the guy to the ground.

"Not bad!" Iroh commented.

"Where did you learn that?" Zuko was suddenly suspicious.

"Give me a break, Prince. I can't just go spilling all of my secrets." I smiled at him.

"Eventually you will, you just wait." His eyes narrowed, but Iroh rolled his, and chuckled.

"Korra can take whatever you've got, nephew, and you know it!"

"Listen to your uncle, Zuko." I smirked.

He shook his head, "Someday."

"I'm looking forward to it."

We were interrupted by a crew member coming out onto deck. "Prince Zuko!" He took a giant breath, "General Iroh!"

"Speak up." Zuko ordered.

"We have *pant* intercepted a hawk. It seems Admiral Zhao has captured the Avatar." The world came to a grinding halt.

"Where is he being held?" Zuko yelled, "For Agni's sake, tell me, man!"

"Pohuai Stronghold." The crew member stuttered.

"Tell the captain to set a course for Pohuai at once. I am retireing to my rooms. Tell me just before we get there, and we will not be seen." He finished with a huff and stormed off.

"Aang… was captured?" I stuttered.

"Apparently." Iroh commented. "Come, you and I must talk over tea." He started walking towards his quarters, and I followed, in a daze. Aang was captured? How? Were Katara and Sokka with him? Questions were flitting through my mind like gnat-bees and I could barely talk. I stumbled into his room, hands still tied, and I turned around so Iroh could untie them. As soon as he had, I sat down in a chair, and he gave me a cup of tea.

"You have to understand Zuko, he believes that the Avatar is the only way to get his honor back." Iroh started, but I cut him off.

"So what is this all about? You can't just 'lose' your honor!" I screeched, frustrated.

Iroh started off slowly, "When Zuko was fourteen, he was invited to one of his fathers, Fire Lord Ozai's, war meetings." He paused, and nodded at him to continue. "He was very excited, it was his first meeting, and he wanted to impress his father. But while there, he spoke against one of the General's statements. His father claimed that his disrespect and insubordination deserved punishment, and challenged him to an Agni Kai. Under the impression that he was going to face the general he insulted, Zuko accepted. It wasn't until he came to the battlefield and saw his father on the other end that he realized he'd objected in Ozai's war-room, and it was to Ozai he had accepted the challenge. He refused to fight his father." Iroh was tearing up now, but he continued. "Ozai claimed Prince Zuko was a coward, and walked right up to his kneeling son, and blasted him in the face." I gasped this time… So that was how Zuko had received his scar. I wouldn't want a father like that. "Then he banished Zuko until the day he could find the Avatar." Iroh finished. "Zuko must find the Avatar, or at least he thinks he does."

"I really don't know what to say." I stated, and then stood, "I'll be back, eventually." I ran out of the door, much to Iroh's surprise, and down the hall, jumped some stairs, and into Zuko's reception room. I'd never been in here before; it was like a sitting room, but connected to Zuko's quarters. Zuko was standing in the corner, dressed in black. He turned as I came in, and was going to yell when I spoke. "Shut it, Prince. I want to help." I paused, and nearly laughed at his expression. "You know you can't take the entire fortress on your own, you need back up. The deal is that Aang and I go free, and you live to attempt to catch us another day, kapeche?" He paused, considering the options.

"Deal. You have one hour to make your getaway from the moment we step outside that compound."

"Deal. Get me something black to wear." Zuko retreated into his room, and while he was gone, I stepped up and looked at the dao blades hanging on the wall. They were a really nice set of metal. Right beside the fireplace, leaning against the rock, was a sheath made of cow-pig leather and filled with two blades. My two blades. Zuko came out of the room with the black cloak, and I slipped it on over my water tribe clothing.

"Do I get my swords back?" I asked.

He snorted. "Do you know how to use them?"

"Not in any way, shape, or form, but having steel with me makes me feel less helpless." I responded.

He reached up and pulled the hanging swords from the wall, and gestured for me to pick up mine. "Let the energy flow. They work together, not apart." He demonstrated a quick move. "If all else fails, just use one as a nasty curved saber." He slipped his into a sheath on his back, and I did the same, then pulled the straps of the harness up my long black sleeves. The cloak did, however, cut off at the knee, leaving me enough leg room to run.

Zuko retreated into his room again, and returned a minute later with two masks, a blue one and a red one. He handed the red one to me, and slipped the blue mask on his own face. And with that we were ready for some kick-butt awesome ninja-ness.