Hey guys, here's that Zutara fluff I promised. =) It's from Zuko's perspective.

Same disclaimer as always.

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Katara is a fighter. She's feisty, loud, and idealistic. Katara is fearless. Absolutely fearless, almost to the point where she lacks self-preservation. She's positively mad.

One day we were at the movies. We were about to leave the theatre and I had to use the restroom. I left Katara alone for five minutes, five. When I came back to her, she was between a couple and the man – boy – had her by the collar and was drawing his fist back to hit her. I stopped the boy and threatened him within an inch of his life if he ever touched her again. Meanwhile Katara was escorting the girl to my car. According to Katara, the boy had been wailing on his girl, and my girl, with no concern for her own safety, stepped in between of them, ready to take the punch that was meant for the girl. When I asked why she didn't wait for me to break it up, she said she would never sit back and watch another person get hurt. She's mad, I tell you.

Another time we were walking along the beach when I got an excruciating headache. I was nearly blind with pain. Katara wrapped my hands around her hips and yanked us to the ground so she could sit on me and rub my temples. Not realizing it was her, I pinned her to the ground and grabbed her by the neck. Now, Katara can get herself out of any hold, she's slippery like that, but she just let me and rubbed my temples anyway. For six weeks she had my finger marks on her throat. When I asked her why she didn't leave me, knowing I could have killed her, she dared me to ask her to leave me while I was in pain again. Well she's absolutely bonkers, so naturally I dropped the subject.

Old friends of mine came to take me away from the girl they thought corrupted me. They busted into our hotel room with guns drawn and pointed them at her, informing her they were taking me away. She looked them dead in the eye and proclaimed, "Over my dead body." She had no doubt in her mind they would shoot her. I jumped in front of her to save her, but she pushed me out of the way. I don't remember how we got out of that situation, but I remember her not backing down. She's terribly insane.

She's taught a class while she had the flu.

Gone to present a paper after fainting on a stairwell and having to be revived.

She's stayed up all night nursing a drunken friend to health and making sure they didn't succumb to alcohol poisoning even though she had the SAT the next day.

She's driven in the sketchy part of town by herself at night in order to find a friend who'd gone wandering while drunk.

Katara is clearly psychotic.

And I love her.

My girl is sweet, loving, passionate, and yes, psychotic. She has no regard for her wellbeing because she's too busy caring for others' wellbeing. It's amazing she's survived this long.

But I'm here now. I can pull her out of a fight she gets herself involved in. I can learn to recognize her presence when I'm in pain. I can fight with her instead of for her. I can nurse her to health when she's sick. I can sit shotgun when she goes driving to find her friends.

Katara is crazy enough to do it all on her own.

I'm sane enough to help her.