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I have started writing Prequels, here is a list of them:

A Second First Date; One month after Aang defeated Fire Lord Ozai

Nightmares; A One-Shot Prequel to Together Again. Aang saved the world, he faced Ozai on his own. Everyone kept saying that he was a great hero, that he was so brave. He wore a brave face and acted all the hero they thought he was. But at night in his sleep he was a scared boy, scared for his life as he tried to get away from a psycho Firebender. The Battle came back at night.

Anila's Story; This is another Prequel to Together Again. It's about a Young Female Airbender just starting out in life. She was ready to travel the world as soon as she turns 16. Little does she know, Destiny has a grand purpose for her first child.

I Want to thank my beta readers for their help, advice, and contributions: 116788 (pen name not user ID) and ReverieNishio

*116788 (pen name not user ID) is available to beta read for others, she has 3 slots open right now.

This is the beginning of Part 2 Alone.

Chapter 12

Four weeks into their search…

"Hey Katara, how are you doing this morning?" Suki asked when she found Katara kneeling down next to a stream, rinsing the taste of vomit and bile out of her mouth.

"On top of Aang missing, I still have this stupid stomach bug that won't go away. Why does the world have to kick me when I'm already down?" Katara whimpered. She refused to believe that Aang is dead.

"You should try to eat something." Suki told her.

"I know, let me sit for an hour; it usually calms down by then." Katara said.

"Katara, can we talk?" Suki asked anxiously.

"Yeah, sure, why?" Katara responded.

"Ok, let's go for a short walk, I need to ask you something, and I don't want anyone to hear us talking." The Kyoshi leader took the waterbender's hand and led her into the woods. After about a five-minute walk, they stopped. Suki made sure nobody was around when she sat down and motioned for Katara to join her.

"Okay, here we are... all alone... what do you want to talk about that is so important yet you don't want anyone to hear?" Katara questioned Suki.

"It's more that I don't want Sokka to hear or for this to get to Sokka before YOU are ready for him to know." Suki replied as she held Katara's hand.

"Okay?" Katara started, "what do you want to ask me that you are so concerned about?"

"Well, this is kind of hard to ask," Suki said nervously, "Not that it is really any of my business, but I need to ask you for your well-being. I need you to be completely and totally honest with me. Promise it."

"Okay, I promise I will." Now Katara was nervous too.

"Well... did..." Suki had a hard time asking Katara something this personal, so she took a deep breath. "Did you and Aang ever... ever make love?"

Katara was taken aback. She didn't think it was really any of Suki's business, but she promised she would be totally honest. Katara hung her head low, "Yes." She replied ashamedly. That was all she could manage. After what felt like an eternity, Katara added. "Why?"

"I thought so." said Suki "How long ago?"

"Uuummmm," She thought back to that day when they were practicing their water bending, then to that time when everyone went out except her and Aang. "Almost two months ago, then about a little over a month and a half ago." Katara replied, blushing a crimson red. It was embarrassing to talk about something so private.

Suki was also embarrassed to have to ask about something that wasn't any of her business but she needed to talk to this girl. "Have you... well you know... Uuummmm... have you had your cycle since then?"

That hit Katara hard. "I haven't even thought about that with the battle, and the search for Aang, and feeling sick and... OH MY SPIRITS! OH MY SPIRITS! OH MY SPIRITS! NO! No I haven't!"

Suki had a small smile. "That explains the 'stomach bug' you've been having. Congratulations! You will always have a small part of Aang, even if he is gone."

"What am I going to tell my overly protective brother? What am I going to tell Dad?"

"Katara, it's okay. I'm here for you. I'll help you, and I'll help you do everything that Aang should help you with."

"Will you let me tell everyone when I'm ready?" Katara asked worriedly.

"Of course I'll let you! It's your business, not mine, although I don't know how you can keep it a secret for too long." Suki told her.

"I just need to think of a way to tell them." Katara said.

When they got back to camp, Sokka came over "Where have you two been? I was worried."

"Oh we just went for a walk. Katara got sick again and we walked to get her some fresh air." Suki half-lied to her soon-to-be-husband with a smile. Katara did need fresh air.

They put up posters and questioned everyone in the area, after 8 weeks of searching they declared The Avatar dead.

It was decided that, because Katara was betrothed to Aang when he died, Appa and Momo were under Katara's care along with all his other belongings. There wasn't really anyone else to give them to.

When Aang had finally woken up he was so weak he couldn't lift his head. Everything around him was going in and out of focus. He could hear a woman's voice talking to him but he couldn't see her. His entire body felt like it was on fire.

He weakly said, "Katara?" He wasn't sure who the woman was though; it was just the first thing to come out. Then he passed back out.

He woke again, groaning in pain, his entire body hurting badly. A young woman came over to him and said, "You still need rest."

"Who... are... you?" He said in barely a whisper.

"I'm Song. My mother and I found you in the forest while we were collecting medicinal herbs. At first we thought you were dead, but then you moaned a name, a girl's name."

She checked on his bandages. "Who are you? Some soldiers came asking if we knew anything about a young man with arrow tattoos. We had you hidden then... Why are they looking for you? What happened to you? Are you one of those Air Acolytes?"

"I... I..." he searched his memory, "don't remember" he said sadly. "I can't remember who I am."

"Enough questions now, I'll go get you some broth and medicinal herb tea. You still need nourishment."

"Where am I?" He whisper again.

"You are in a hospital in an agricultural Earth Kingdom village." She informed him, then walked out of view. A few moments later she returned with a tray that had a bowl and a tea-cup on it.

After a few spoonful of broth and a sip or two of tea, Aang started drifting off to sleep again.

Katara and Suki were taking a walk together. "Aunt Wu said to me, 'His love for you grows within you now.' I'm so stupid! Why didn't I listen to the wording better?!" Katara complained to Suki.

"I think this is so wonderful... what else did she say?" Suki asked.

"She said 'with your love he will no longer be the last of his kind' and 'You will have some hard times but in the end everything will be okay." Katara told her.

"You have an Airbender in there! This is so exciting... See, don't stress so much. 'In the end everything will be okay'." Suki reminded her. "And besides, it's not good for the baby anyway." She told the water tribe princess with a smile.

In his dream, there was a young woman, a very beautiful young woman with big blue eyes and beautiful long curly brown hair that smelled like flowers... She was water fighting with him; they were waterbending and laughing. He caught her and pulled her into a deep kiss. In his dream, he said her name- Katara. She was so real to him. "I love you!" He said.

"I love..."She started to slip from his grasp. "KATARA! KATARA!" He hollered but she faded.

When Aang woke up again, it was warm and sunny. The window above his bed was open. A breeze blew in, and it smelled like flowers... 'Flowers,' He thought. 'Why did the smell of flowers seem so familiar?'

He could hear Song humming something. He tried to sit up again. This time it was a bit easier but he still couldn't manage on his own.

Song saw him trying to sit up again. "Hello! How are you feeling today?" She asked him with a smile. "You are healing very nicely."

"Would you like me to help you sit up a bit?" Song offered.

"Yes, please." he said. His voice wasn't so much of a whisper anymore.

Song leaned over him, putting her arms around him to lift him. When she started lifting him, Aang could feel she was close, close enough for him to smell her hair. She didn't smell like the girl he dreamed of.

She now had him propped up with a couple of soft pillows. "Would you like some vegetable broth and tea now?" She asked.

"Thank you, Song." It came out hoarse and a lot deeper than he expected. It didn't sound like him, like it was someone else talking. His voice had deepened while he slipped in and out of consciousness.

She stepped away for a few minutes and returned humming again, with a tray that had a bowl and a tea-cup, like the last time he remembered while he was awake. This time there was a small loaf of bread, too.

He tried to feed himself this time, but it didn't go too well. He couldn't even lift the tea-cup and spilled three spoonful of vegetable broth on himself before Song giggled and took the spoon to feed him.

'She has a pretty giggle and she is very beautiful, but it wasn't the giggle in my dreams. She wasn't the girl in his dreams.' He thought to himself. He knew that this girl in his dreams was very important to him, he just wasn't sure why.

This time he had finished all the tea and half of the broth before needing to rest again.

In this dream he was on a flying bison, its head to be exact. Katara was beside him. Her hair dancing in the wind as they laughed. He could smell flowers in her hair again.

Then she fell off the bison. "Katara! KATARA! KATARA!" he screamed.

This time, he awoke to the sound of thunder and rain falling on the roof. "Song?" He called.

The young woman came over to him. "Good morning!" She greeted him with a smile. "Would you like some rice and tea?" He nodded.

Aang had finally gained enough strength to sit up on his own. Song no longer had to lift him or feed him. (Secretly both of them kind of missed it.)

She sat down on the edge of his bed, "Do you remember anything more today?"

"No," he lied. He remembered the smell of flowers on a girl, but it wasn't Song. He didn't want to make her sad. The last time he told her he remembered something about a girl, she got somewhat distressed. He didn't like seeing her like that. She wasn't the girl in his dreams, but Song was real, and beautiful too.

"Not even my name yet." he said glumly.

So far he remembers the girl's sapphire blue eyes, her hair smelling of flowers, her smile, her giggles, and something really strange… he remembers the cold. What in the world does the cold have anything to do with this girl?

"How long have I been asleep?" He changed the subject, continuing to eat his breakfast.

"You have been in and out for about three months now." she said. "We were afraid you weren't going make it those first few weeks." She paused for a moment. "And something really weird kept happening."

"What do you mean 'something weird kept happening'?"

"Well, it happened a lot at first when you were the worst... Then as you were healing it still happened, but less and less."

"What happened?" He said, a little frustrated. He wanted to know what happened, because maybe it would help him remember.

Song started talking again. "I have not told anyone... not even my mother... Sometimes your arrows and eyes would glow." She even felt ridiculous saying it out loud. "It scared me at first, I thought you might have been possessed or something. After the first couple times it had happened, I noticed that you were healing faster."

"I wish I knew who I am!" he said in frustration.

In his head, he heard THE GIRL giggling. "You glow!" Then she broke into full on laughter. "I think it's cute!"

'I glow? Spirits, I wish I knew what that means. And why does THE GIRL think it's cute? Song thought it's scary.' He thought to himself.