Still don't own LoK or Anastasia!

Both firebenders by the name of Iroh were calm and silent as they watched and listened to Anastasia converse with those from her home. They both knew that her words regarding her former love to Demitri was her way of saying that she was sorry and that as badly as she wanted to be with him, it wouldn't be possible. However they had not expected her to bring Iroh the younger into the mess, and the younger General felt that if he and this Demitri were to meet, it would end in one of their deaths, and Anastasia would be heartbroken no matter which of the two she were to watch die or get turned into a vegetable.

"Did you really mean it?" Iroh the second asked Anastasia as she and Roku walked back over to the two Generals.

"Mean what?" she demanded, a new fire entering her eyes.

"What you said to him about finding someone else," Iroh said calmly, and she soon fell back into her depressed stupor.

"Your namesake said that fate was a funny thing, and that my old world used to be combined with yours," she replied quietly. "Roku said that my world's versions of benders are witches and wizards, but usually not sorcerer's like Rasputin was."

"They were. Anastasia..."

"Anya," she corrected automatically as though he were Demitri, her mind back in the past when she had first been reunited with her kitchen boy.

"Anya," Iroh II said testing out the nickname, "Anya, what is troubling you? I know you're the only female in this place, but..."

"Not for long," Roku promised as the two comatose firebenders were silent. "It has been too long; we have kept you from your duties, my descendant. When the two of you leave this world, it will all be but a dream."

"Although our words of wisdom will still come to you, and Prince - I, I mean, Fire Lord Zuko will guide you as I would have to him," Iroh the first said with a smile. "Remember what we have taught you, my young friends. Do not hesitate to turn to Zuko for advice, most especially about how to overcome your fears and worries. I think you will find that he can help you, Anastasia."

"Thank you," Iroh II and Anastasia said bowing their heads slightly.

In their world, they faded, and in the next one over, the couple opened their eyes.

"Ow..." Anastasia said rubbing her head before she realized that she was lying on top of Iroh - literally. "Gah!"

Iroh looked down confused to find her pushing herself off of him, and finding that he wished that her hands were still on his chest and her weight on his body. With a jolt, he shook his head to clear it, wondering what on earth had happened to them and why they were in the same room.

"Prince Iroh!" a servant said hesitantly walking into the room, and Iroh bent his head to look upwards at the upside-down form of his most loyal servant. "Thank Agni you and the Miss are finally awake!"

"Finally? What are you jabbering about? Who are you? Where are we?" Anastasia demanded, and Iroh frowned as he rolled over and got up back onto his feet unsteadily.

"Judging by your being here, Lee, I'm back in the Fire Nation," Iroh said calculating. "We, I mean. Anastasia, this is Lee, he's been one of the family servants ever since I was about eleven years old. Or was it twelve? Although she does make a point. How long were we unconscious?"

"You were in a coma for two months, Prince Iroh," Lee said stepping forwards. "Master Katara said to let you rest and wait until you awoke on your own. Avatar Korra said the same thing, but that there was something... off... about the coma."

"I feel like I got hit in the head with a hammer," Anastasia grumbled. "And please tell me that he cannot use firebending."

"No, Lee can use firebending," Iroh said shaking his head to clear it. "He has also been one of my greatest friends and my most trusted sparring partner for firebending practice."

"I thought I was!" Anastasia snapped before she smacked her hands over her mouth.

"What?" Iroh asked as he turned around to face her. "I don't remember sparring with you."

"But, I feel like we've sparred," Anastasia protested vehemently. "It must have just been in a dream..."

"Now that you mention it, I feel as though my skull is on fire," Iroh scowled as he squeezed his eyes shut and put his thumbs on his temples and began rubbing in clockwise motions.

"Well, if we're in the Fire Nation-!"

"We are," Lee interjected, and she turned to glare at him.

"Anya, don't even start," Iroh said cutting her off, and they both froze.

"What... did you just call me?" she asked turning around stunned to face him.

"Anya," he said calmly, "My skull's on fire, but I feel as though something is trying to get through the flames..."

"Yeah, your brain," Anastasia snorted. "I... I can't remember the name of the one who reunited me with my grandmother. I remember Rasputin attacking me again, and then the one who reunited me with my grandmother helping me, but... I can't remember his name..."

"Amnesia again, Anya?" Iroh asked curiously, and she looked at him confused. "You had it before, back when you were looking for your family."

"I don't remember telling you that," she frowned.

All three were again silent as the two royal heirs tried to figure out just what was going on. They both felt as though their skulls had been rammed with freight trains and set on fire, and as though there was some key point in time that they were both at that they could remember, but at the same time they couldn't remember.

"I wish I knew what was going on," Iroh murmured. "Things have just gotten so much more complicated."

Ah, if only Iroh knew!

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