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I know I said I would update really soon, but then 'really soon' turned into not so soon because I forgot to save my drabble and had to rewrite it. :P My bad...

SpeakNow1118: Now come on, I might be slow to update, but I'd never leave you guys hanging! ;)

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MagicalBender: Very awkward indeed! And thanks for the encouragement! You've been with me from the beginning and I always look forward to your reviews :)

Anonymous: Whoever you are, thanks for reviewing! I'm not sure if I'm going to add on to 'Oops 2' though. I kind of like it where it is right now, but in the future if I run out of ideas, I'll look to this drabble!

larissa: Yay! You like my drabbles! That makes me happy :) I could see how you'd think it would make a good full length story, but unfortunately, I have like a gazillion other stories going right now, so adding another one would be difficult... Maybe when I've finished some of them I'll do a fic based off of that drabble!

Zuko watched dumbfoundedly as the waterbender continued to pace agitatedly in front of him. Did he hear her right?

"I've been waiting ten years for you to find out that I liked you. Ten years, Zuko! That's pathetic!" Katara huffed irritably. "I used to think that you were being ignorant because you didn't like me back, but then I realized you were just impossibly dense! And it's not like I was being subtle about it!"

She was gesturing wildly with her arms, as if all her pent up frustration over the years was just blowing up in a single moment. Zuko wasn't quite sure what to do. Should he get angry that she was insulting him? Or was he supposed to act indifferent? No. Definitely not either of those. He knew for a fact that she could blow him out of the water (no pun intended) in a competition of temper. And acting indifferent would probably just hurt her. Here she was pouring out her emotions and making herself vulnerable, and for him to just brush it off as nothing and say he didn't return her love? That would hurt much more than any kind of physical pain. He would know.

On the other hand, there was a tiny little voice that kept whispering in his ear. It spoke of treacherous thoughts. It treaded on dangerous ground. Everything it said was inappropiate, uncomfortable, outrageous...and mostly truthful.

It whispered about how kind Katara was. It talked of how beautiful and alluring she was. It murmered of how suitable of a queen she would make. One by one, it was unlocking every thought Zuko had about his best friend that he had deemed ludicrous, impossible.

And yet, they didn't seem so insane anymore. He couldn't lie to himself. On more than one occasion, he had caught himself pondering the traits of a good wife or empress, each one connecting to the waterbender. Many times when the girl was away in her home at the Pole, he would long for her company above anyone else's, even Mai's. And probably more than was appropiate, his eyes had wandered to the girl's figure, inspecting how her clothes hung about her body, or the way her hips swung as she walked. And every time this happened, he found himself comparing her to Mai, or whichever girl he was infatuated with at the time, and every time, Katara would come out as the best.

It was in this moment that it finally hit Zuko. All these years, all of this time, he had always been in love with Katara. It sounded so cliche and naive, but it was so perfectly fitting, so right, that he felt stupid that he hadn't realized it before.

"And even after I had said that, you still didn't understand what I was talking about!" Katara was still ranting when he tuned back in. Her brilliant blue eyes were sparking with emotion. Agni, she even looks beautiful when she's mad! What is up with me?!

"Katara-" He tried to interrupt.

"It's like every one of my attempts just go in one ear and out the other!"

"Kat-"

"Is it cause I'm not pretty enough?"

"No, Katara-"

"Am I not smart enough?"

"Stop talk-"

"Well hell, Zuko! What's the damn problem?!" She wasn't even paying attention to him anymore, to caught up in her own thoughts to notice his words. Zuko finally stood up, grabbing her shoulder's and halting her movement.

This close to her, he was able to see the tears forming in her eyes. His mind began to panic. He was absolutely hopeless when it came to crying girls.

"What's wrong with me?" Her question was so quiet he almost missed it. His heart jolted and he felt immensly guilty for how much pain and insecurity he had caused her by being so oblivious. If he was going to make this right, he'd better just spit it out already.

His hands cupped her jawline, bringing her head up to face him. His smoldering golden eyes locked with her watery blue ones and his thumb gently wiped a tear that had escaped down her face.

"Absolutely nothing." He told her with all sincerity possible. "You're perfect."

He pushed a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear, fingertips trailing on the skin of her neck. "You're so perfect and I'm such an idiot for not noticing it till now."

She sniffled slightly before lifting the corners of her mouth into a half-hearted smirk. "Damn straight."

He smirked back and then suddenly crushed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in shock, and she made a little 'eep' sound into his mouth. She felt him pull her closer, their chests touching, and his arm snaked around her waist while his other hand rested on the back of her neck.

Gradually, she relaxed into the kiss, sighing against his lips. He was kissing her gently, sweetly, but at the same time, it was hungry and full of passion. He felt like a part of him had finally been connected, fulfilled. That missing link had been restored. And once again, as cheesy and cliche as it sounded, he felt whole.

He pulled away slowly, so opposite to how the kiss had begun. Their eyes fluttered open and he leaned his forehead against hers tenderly. Everything since that morning had escalated so quickly, from feeling heartbroken by Mai's letter, to discovering this new happiness caused by his best friend.

Zuko smiled contentedly. "I love you."

Katara freed her hand from being tangled in his hair, bringing it down so it was in front of his chest. "Promise?"

He didn't even hesitate before his pinky had wrapped around hers. "Promise."

Author's Note: This was kind of a long one, but I guess it's justified since it's summing up my drabble trilogy...

Just a quick word of recommendation... If you like these drabbles, you might like my new story I put up last week, titled 'What Could Go Wrong.' If you have the time, go check it out! I'm actually pretty happy with how it's started out!

Thanks to everyone who has been following this story! Especially to my reviewers! :) Much love to all!

MI3