Modern AU.

I simply remember my favorite things,

And then I don't feel so bad.

Zuko looked at Katara, desperately wanting to kiss her that moment. She was so beautiful.

He mentally shook himself. He couldn't think those things, not now, not while she was recovering.

He and Katara had been in a car wreck four weeks ago. He was fine, only receiving scrapes and bruises, as well as a broken ankle. Katara was worse. The other car had impacted her side. Two of her ribs and her arm had broken and she'd received head trauma. She had only woken up from her coma a week ago with the past three years wiped from her memory. She had remembered everyone else—Aang, Toph, Suki—but not him. Zuko blamed himself for their car accident. He should have been paying more attention—

"When did we meet?" Katara's voice suddenly drew him out of his thoughts. "And how?"

Zuko swallowed, preparing his answer. He was afraid she might ask the wrong questions; nobody had told her they were dating and he wasn't ready to bring it up himself. "A little less than three years ago," he answered, "through Aang. He was an intern at my dad's office."

"Right. The governor's office. You're the governor's son?"

Zuko nodded. "Yeah. Aang and I became friends and then he introduced me to you guys."

They lapsed into silence. Katara absently braided a strand of her hair and chewed on her lip. Zuko stared, unseeingly, at the television across the room.

"Were we dating?" Katara asked suddenly. Zuko spun in his chair to face her and nearly choked on the gum he had been chewing. She asked it. "I'm sorry—Suki knew how to log onto my social media pages and I saw—it looked like—I'm sorry. You don't have to answer. I shouldn't have asked."

"No—no. It's fine. But…yes. We were—we were dating."

Katara resumed playing with her hair, needing something to do with her hands, to use up all this nervous energy. "Can you…can you tell me about it?" She looked down into her lap and then back up at him. "Not—not if it makes you uncomfortable, though, I'd completely understand if you didn't want to."

Zuko resisted the urge to scrub his face with his hands. "No, I'll tell you." I want you to remember. "We weren't friends at first. You never really liked me. I think it may have been because of our dads' rivalry. But we became friends, eventually. We didn't, um, actually start dating until two years ago. Our first date was the amusement park. You made me ride the roller coasters, which I still haven't forgiven you for."

"You don't like them?"

"Not at all."

She grinned. They talked for the rest of the evening, Zuko filling her in of the things she couldn't remember. He desperately wanted—needed—her to remember, though. It pained him they couldn't be like they used to and that it was his fault he couldn't remember.

As the conversation began to die down, Katara said, softly, "I wish I could remember."

Zuko was silent.

Yeah. Me, too.

Original A/N: So I'm not really proud or found of this one, but I couldn't coax anymore out of it. So here's this awkward not-really-a-drabble, not-really-a-full-oneshot thing. (And I guess the "And I don't feel so bad" doesn't really have anything to do with this, but I don't know what to do with it alone.)

Second A/N: And...that's it. Thanks for reading!

(This wasn't originally the last chapter...I did them out of order, so that's why the original A/N for this is kinda different.)