A/N: Hey guys, here's Another chapter. Hope you enjoy

Warning: A bit of violence at the end

I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender

CHAPTER 11

Katara stood in the armory, her fingers restlessly toying with the hem of her top, waiting for Aang to return. Pacing back and forth, her movements did little to ease her nerves. The silence in the room pressed in on her, amplifying the anxious beating of her heart. Each tick of the clock on the wall seemed louder than the last, stretching the seconds into an eternity.

Why isn't he back yet? The impatient thoughts echoed in her mind. She hadn't wanted to leave him in the first place. But no, he just had to play hero and venture out alone. She knew he was capable of protecting himself, but what if something had happened to him? The thought was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard from the entrance of the armory. The lock clicked, and Aang appeared, slightly out of breath. Katara rushed over and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm here now," he mumbled into her neck as he returned the hug.

"What took you so long?" she asked, releasing him.

Aang hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, I'll explain later. I promise" he said, managing a weak smile.

He was trying his best to keep his expression neutral, not wanting Katara to know just yet what he had found in her backyard. She had been under enough stress after learning her ex was out there, and it was no use adding to it. Although he would have preferred to keep her in the dark about this, they had made a promise to keep no secrets from each other.

The images of what he found kept replaying in his mind, and it led to one conclusion; Someone had been watching them. For how long, he couldn't say. The messages and calls had been unsettling enough, but this was a clear escalation. It was clear that the target was Katara since this was her home. Aang drew in a deep breath, his fists clenching at his sides, trying to suppress his anger at the mere thought.

"Aang, are you sure you're okay?" Katara asked, concern evident in her voice. She moved closer, tilting his head down to look at her.

He immediately calmed down, placing his hand over hers and mustering a smile he hoped didn't look too fake. "Yeah, Tara, I'll explain everything soon enough."

She arched an eyebrow at him but didn't press for more details, which he was grateful for. Spirits knew he was a terrible liar.

"Oh, by the way, I invited my friend Zuko over. Hope that's okay," he said, quickly changing the subject.

"Of course, it is Aang. You live here too," Katara replied. "Besides, it will give me a chance to finally put a face to the name."

Aang chuckled. "Yeah, we go way back. One of the real ones. Anyway, let's get you something to eat, princess," he said, taking her hand as they walked toward the exit.

Rolling her eyes, a small blush framed her cheeks as she allowed herself to be led out of the room.

Jet slumped over the bar, the bitter taste of whiskey burning down his throat. He clenched his jaw, the image of Katara kissing another man replaying in his mind like a broken record. Anger boiled within him, mixing with a sense of helplessness he hadn't felt in years.

Flashbacks of his father's fists, the harsh words, and the cold, nights filled his thoughts. He shook his head, trying to dispel the memories. He wouldn't be weak. Not like then. The blue-eyed girl was the anchor through all his demons. He would have her back, no other way around it. He needed her.

His hand trembled as he picked up the glass, cursing under his breath when he noticed it was empty.

"Hit me again…" he muttered, sliding his shot glass to the bartender.

The man eyed him warily, pouring another shot with a reluctant sigh. Jet downed it in one gulp.

But the bartender had had enough. "I can't keep serving you like this," he said firmly, wiping down the counter. "You're in no state to be drinking more. Either you get someone to drive you home, or I'm cutting you off."

"How about you quit telling me what the fuck I should do? Huh?" he snapped at the man. The bartender raised his hand, intending to call for security, but Jet stopped him quickly, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, chill, man," he said, his vision blurred as he tried to focus on the bartender's face. "We're just having a conversation here, no need to escalate things."

The bartender shook his head, unmoved by his plea. "Sorry, dude. It's for your own good."

Turning away in frustration, Jet's gaze landed on a man at the other end of the bar, watching him with cautious interest. Anger flared up again as he muttered, "What're you looking at?"

But then, a desperate idea struck him. Swiveling around on his stool, Jet beckoned the man over. "Hey, you!" he called out, his words slurring together. "You wanna make some easy money?"

The man hesitated, eyeing Jet warily. "What do you mean?"

"Pull up real quick," Jet said, beckoning him over.

The man hesitantly approached Jet.

"I need a DD," Jet slurred, his words a bit fuzzy. "And I'll hook you up for it. All you have to do is get me outta here before this clown starts playing hero."

After a moment's hesitation, the man reluctantly agreed.

"Hold the spatula like this, Tara. There's an art to the way it's done," Aang grinned.

"Oh really?" Katara asked, "I didn't realize that flipping pancakes was so intricate." She laughed.

The unexpected laugh that came from Katara was a welcome sound to hear, a ringing of pure amusement and joy. It was infectious, and soon it had spread to him as well.

"Oh, it is." He leaned down and murmured in her ears.

Aang stood behind Katara, wrapping his arms around her as he guided her through the making of breakfast. They had both freshened up and Katara now sported a sky blue sweetheart neck drawstring crop top with white chiffon high-waisted shorts, while Aang wore a grey t-shirt with navy blue sweatpants.

As the chef was about to prepare their meals, Aang halted her efforts and insisted that they would be okay. The woman looked at him like he had grown another head, but didn't say a word. When she left, he went to work gathering their ingredients for the pancake that Katara insisted she would like to have again.

And he was more than willing to oblige to her request. Anything for her.

"Ha got it!" Katara exclaimed with a triumphant grin while flipping the pancake over without it breaking apart.

He was very proud of her efforts but decided to tease her a little. "After how many tries?" He smirked, then let go of her, already anticipating what was coming next.

Sure enough, Katara whirled around, spatula raised to playfully strike his arm. He easily ducked and caught her hand as she tried again. His laughter filled the room. "I'm kidding!"

Katara pulled her hands away in mock annoyance, crossing her arms in that adorable way he always found cute.

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her and whispering, "You did great." He saw a smile forming on her face at his compliment.

"Damn right I did," she quipped, poking him in the ribs. "And I'm still mad at you," she said, pouting, though the blush on her face betrayed her words.

"And how can I make it up to you?" Aang asked, flashing his most innocent, goofy smile.

She turned away, still blushing. "Nothing you do will make it right," she mumbled.

In one swift movement, Aang lifted her onto the kitchen island, a surprised shriek escaping her lips. Standing between her legs, with his arms on either side of her, he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, trailing up to her ear. "How about now?" he asked, in a low husky voice.

Katara felt a tingling sensation in her lower stomach, the warmth spreading to her nether regions. She bit her lip, her face heating up considerably. She was left utterly speechless at Aang's bold actions. Instead of answering, she snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Their heads tilted and mouths melded together as they grasped unto each other frantically. They both moaned into the kiss as it deepened.

But before things could get more heated, they both heard the turning of the front door lock and froze instantly. Aang quickly detached his lips from Katara and gently lifted her off the island. He motioned for her to stay low as he grabbed a knife and walked stealthily towards the door. Before he could turn the lock, he heard the faint sounds of an argument between Sokka, and the other voice sounded like that of the young woman Sokka was gushing over…Suki.

"You can't just barge in Sokka! Not after what happened last time."

"So? I texted her already, although I didn't get a response…yet. Beats me what has her so occupied."

"Ow"

Aang guessed that Sokka was handled by the young woman. He chuckled and hurried back to Katara.

Katara was huddled in the corner of the room, her shoulders tense. Her eyes flitted nervously around as she tried to listen in on what was going on. She started to get more worried as she realized that the same situation from a few hours ago was happening again.

Unable to take the silence any longer, she slowly rose and saw Aang approaching with an amused expression. "It's just your brother and Suki," he whispered.

"Figures." She rolled her eyes, but relief was evident on her face. "Let's act normal and make sure the stove is off," she whispered. Aang nodded and went to check that was done.

She knew if they were caught cooking, Sokka would be suspicious. After all, thanks to her upbringing and busy lifestyle, she never came around to learning. And how could she explain her bodyguard in the kitchen?

Just then, the doorbell rang. "You get the door; I'll lay out the food," Katara said, smiling at him.

"Okay," he replied, casting a longing glance at her. "I will, but first, I need to do one more thing," he said, smirking.

"And what's th—"

Before Katara could finish, Aang pressed a quick kiss on her lips. She melted into the kiss for a moment before he abruptly pulled away, leaving her groaning at the sudden loss of contact. "Hey!" she protested as he started to walk away. He glanced back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, before winking at her.

"Well, seems I'm just in time," Sokka exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, practically drooling over the spread of food in front of him.

"Nice to see you too big bro," Katara replied sarcastically.

Sokka chuckled, grabbing a piece of bread. "Oh hey sis, almost didn't see you there."

Katara crossed her arms and smirked. "Maybe if you looked up from your stomach once in a while, you'd notice more things."

Sokka grinned, taking a big bite of the bread. "Oh, I notice things, sis. Like how you are so whiny this morning."

Katara stuck out her tongue, choosing to ignore her brother. "Ok, here's your plate," she said.

Sokka sniffed the items and let out a satisfied hum. "on second thought, I'll have some pancakes," he said, reaching for one.

Katara slapped his hand away "Not those Sokka." She spoke. "There's only a few pancakes and I've been craving them," she said, blushing slightly. "There are lots of bagels to go around." She explained quickly after he looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Already getting on your sister's nerves Sokka?" Suki chuckled as she entered the room, with Aang following closely behind.

Sokka shrugged his shoulders while Katara got up to greet her friend.

As Katara went to take her seat, Aang pulled out the chair for her, while her brother did the same for Suki. Katara was glad that her brother was too distracted to notice the look Aang was giving her. She blushed and looked down, trying her best to conceal it. Aang was about to move away from the table to give them some privacy when he was stopped by Katara. "Please stay," she mouthed. He nodded and took a seat.

"So.. what brings you here Sokka?" Katara asked, breaking the silence. "Not that I mind" she added quickly, while filling her plate with pancakes and eggs.

"Honestly, I'm worried for you, we all are," Sokka replied, swallowing down his food. "He is out there again and it doesn't sit well with me."

At that, Katara's expression immediately changed. She took a deep breath before replying, "I understand you guys are worried, but I'll be okay. I have a capable bodyguard here to keep me safe." Katara said then she narrowed her eyes, "and I'm not going to be adding any more layers of security measures to keep me controlled."

"But Katara…"

"NO! I already had to cancel my show for that idiot, I refuse to keep looking over my shoulder constantly. It's not like he has tried anything." She said forcefully.

Katara realized she may have been a bit too harsh with her brother and softened. "Look, I know you guys care about my well-being, but let Mom and Dad know I'm ok, and not to go ahead with any legal proceedings for Jet's early release. The media would have a shit show with that information, for sure." Aang reached under the table and gently clasped her hand, squeezing it slightly. She squeezed back.

"Don't mention his name." Sokka said in a dark tone, as Suki placed her hand on his to calm him down."

Katara observed the subtle interaction between Sokka and Suki and smiled a knowing smile. She made a mental note to speak with her friend alone after.

Aang and Suki didn't want to get involved, so they watched on awkwardly as the two siblings went at it. Aang reached over with his other hand and poured some juice.

"Alright, I'll back off for now," Sokka said, raising his hand in a defeated manner. Just know, Mom won't like this one bit. "But Aang," he nodded his head in Aang's direction "let's talk after?"

Aang immediately released Katara's hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh.. yeah sure."

Before Katara could respond, Suki blurted out "Sokka has some good news to share."

All eyes turned to Sokka as he sported a wide smile. He drummed his hand against the table for an added effect, while Katara rolled her eyes playfully at her brother's antics. "Spit it out Sokka." She said smiling.

"I got into Uni!" Sokka blurted out.

Katara immediately got up and enveloped her brother in a hug. "Congrats bro, I'm proud of you."

She stepped back, and Aang patted him on his shoulders "Congrats Sokka."

"Thanks, guys," Sokka said smiling widely, "I start in the fall."

They then settled down and continued breakfast with the occasional laughter and light conversation.

Suki was unusually quiet during their interactions and Katara noticed she was looking down. "Are you alright Suki?" She asked, coming to sit next to her after they had finished. Meanwhile, her brother and Aang had gone to another part of the room to talk.

Suki's expression immediately changed and she gave a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes "Yeah, I'm happy for Sokka." She said. "It's just that, I might have to move away to Ba Sing Se for my studies."

Katara understood right away the implications of that. "Have you talked to him about this?" She asked.

Suki shook her head. "I didn't want to spoil his mood after he got the news of getting accepted…Also, I figured it would be too much to load on him, since it's only recently we became um…official." Suki blushed, and Katara let out an excited shriek.

"When did this happen, Suki? I need details Now!"

"Ok, ok shush," she said chuckling and quieting the girl. "Alright, it was the night we went out at the club for the celebration of your album hitting no 1; when he asked to speak with me alone. Suki's face was completely red at this point. "We kissed and he told me he loved me."

Katara placed a hand over her ears, "Too. Much. details Suki! But I'm happy for both of you," she said hugging her friend. "My brother can act like a jerk sometimes, but under all that he is a good guy."

"Yeah, he is," Suki said while staring in the direction Sokka went.

"But," Katara started, "don't keep that stuff you told me earlier from him, let him know soon."

Suki nodded. "So, what about you? Seeing anyone special? I heard it's been a while." Suki nudged Katara on the shoulder.

Katara was trying and failing to hide her blush. "Um…no," She said a little too fast.

Suki had a smirk on her face and Katara groaned. "Ok spill," she said. "Is it that Haru guy? You know, he came looking for you at the hospital the other day."

"Wait what?" Katara asked, taken aback by this new information. It was clear that Haru had a crush on her, but she had always seen him as just a friend. After her devastating breakup, Katara had closed herself off from everyone, including Haru when he tried to pursue her. She had assumed he had gotten the hint and moved on. She couldn't blame him though, since she never got the chance to tell him how she really felt.

"Yeah, he brought chocolate, a get-well card, and flowers," Suki said, smirking.

Oh

"I didn't see him," Katara said, averting her eyes. She really didn't want to have this conversation. Especially, with Aang a few feet away from them. But Suki couldn't know that.

"Well, Sokka was angry about the whole situation with your ex, so he just collected the items and asked him to leave."

"And let me guess, he ate my chocolate and tossed the rest?" Katara asked.

"Pretty much," Suki said, rolling her eyes while she grabbed her bag. "I have to go," she said, rising from her seat, "but seriously, Haru seems like a nice guy."

Katara nodded quickly, looking away. She hated keeping her feelings for Aang a secret from Suki and even her own family. But she just wasn't ready to share that part of her life yet. When the time came, they would try to reveal it as gently as possible and hope for the best.

Katara hugged her friend goodbye as her brother and Aang approached. She noticed that the two of them were bonding, which made her smile. Aang came to stand next to her, their shoulders touching. She turned and saw her brother distracted with Suki, so she turned to Aang. "What did you and my brother talk about?" She whispered.

Aang leaned in a little closer, his voice quiet. "Just some security details."

Katara turned to face him, her blue eyes boring into his. "Be specific Aang." She said.

Aang sighed, he should've known Katara would not back down so easy; it was actually one of the traits she possessed that attracted him the most to her. "He is um…asking for me to speak with you about changing a few things around the apartment for your safety." Aang saw Katara roll her eyes. "And I think it's the right step," he said tentatively trying to gauge her reaction.

"I'll think about it." She whispered back. She knew they both had her best interest at heart, but it didn't stop her from feeling like her freedom was slowly being chipped away.

Suki pushed open the door of the house she shared with her mother. The dim lighting inside did little to lift her spirits, and the sight of her mother slumped at the kitchen table with a bottle of liquor only deepened her concern.

"Mom?" She called, her voice trembling slightly. She hurried over, noticing the tears in her mother's eyes. "Why are you home so early? What happened?"

Sela, a once vibrant woman now worn down by years of hardship, looked up with a defeated expression. She rubbed her cheeks quickly, not wanting to worry her daughter. "Oh nothing, just got some bills. Nothing I can't handle."

Suki came closer and took one look at the papers in front of her mom. Almost all of the bills were past due. Well, nothing new she thought sadly to herself. No, this was not it, there had to be something else that had her mom in this state.

"Mom," she said opening the windows to let some fresh air in, "what is really bothering you? Come on, I can handle it."

Suddenly, a sob could be heard from the corner of the room. Suki spun around and saw her mom fighting back tears. " she quickly ran over to her and enveloped her in her arms.

"Suki, I… I got laid off today." Her mom mumbled in her chest after the crying subsided.

The words hit Suki like a punch to the gut, but she tried to stay composed. Gradually, the dream of furthering her studies felt like a distant memory.

She quickly took the bottle from her mother's hand and poured the liquor down the sink, ignoring her mother's weak protests. "Mom, you can't do this. Drinking won't solve anything."

Her mother buried her face in her hands, sobbing once more. "I'm sorry, Suki. I've failed you. I can't even keep a job to support us."

Suki knelt beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Mom, stop. You haven't failed me. We'll get through this, I promise. You'll find another job, and we'll make it work. We always do. I will get another job too"

Her mother looked up, eyes red and puffy, about to object. But Suki's firm yet gentle voice cut her off. "No, Mom. I will get another job, I have to. We'll be fine. Trust me."

She helped her mother to her feet and guided her to bed, tucking her in and smoothing her hair back. "Get some rest, okay? Things will look better in the morning."

After making sure her mother was comfortable, Suki wiped away her own tears, took a deep breath, and decided to take a nap as well. She had only a few more hours before she had to leave for work; a job no one knew the real particulars of. It wasn't something she was proud of; the fact was, she hated it to her very core, but the bills had to be paid. She felt so ashamed to let anyone know about it, especially her boyfriend—how could she let him know that? How she and her mom struggled daily with basic necessities while he had a gold-glazed bathtub. No, she didn't want pity, she hated lying to him, but she had to do this. She shook her head of these thoughts and changed into her work clothes. Tomorrow, she would get another job, and another, once it meant her mom would be okay.

"You're late again, Suki," growled her manager, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

She had only meant to sleep for a few minutes but didn't realize how tired she really was. Now, with sweaty palms, and heart beating uncontrollably, she hoped to the spirits that she wouldn't lose this.

Still catching her breath, she looked up at him. "I'm really sorry, Marcus. I got stuck in traffic and—"

He cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand. "I don't need your whole life story. We're running a business here. If you're not here on time, it messes everything up."

"I know, I know. It won't happen again," Suki said, her voice small. She knew her excuses were wearing thin.

"Damn right, it won't. One more slip-up and you're done. Understand?" His eyes bore into hers, unyielding.

"Yes, I understand."

He sighed, his anger not fully dissipated but shifting to a weary frustration. "Good. Now, there's a new girl. Show her the ropes. She's going up next."

Suki felt a sting of hurt and surprise. "Why isn't it me? I've been here longer. I was supposed to go first."

He shrugged, already turning his attention back to the clipboard in his hand. "I already chose her. Maybe if you were here on time, you wouldn't be asking that question."

Suki bit her lip, fighting back her frustration. Money gone, to someone else because of her slip-up. "Alright, fine. Where is she?"

Her manager pointed toward the dressing room. "In there. Get her ready. And Suki—" He paused, softening slightly. "Just get it together, okay? You're good, but I need you reliable."

She nodded, forcing a smile. "Got it, Marcus. Thanks."

She headed toward the dressing room, the loud music and pulsing lights of the club fading slightly behind the door. Inside, she found the new girl, a fair-skinned beauty with hazel eyes and bangs, adjusting her outfit in front of the mirror. She oozed confidence, and there was something just intimidating about the young woman.

"Hey, you must be the new girl," She said, putting on her best reassuring smile. "I'm Suki. Marcus asked me to show you the ropes."

The young woman turned, her eyes narrowing as she looked Suki up and down. "I don't need a babysitter," she snapped, brushing past Suki without a second glance.

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Suki was taken aback but quickly composed herself. "I'm just here to help you get settled. It can be a bit overwhelming your first night." She tried her best to stamp down the irritation that was rising at the blatant rudeness of the girl. Breathe in… breathe out. Suki, you need this job. She kept telling herself.

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Look, I've got this. I don't need any help from you." She flicked her hair over her shoulder, her tone dripping with disdain. "Just stay out of my way."

Suki clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. "Listen, I know it's your first night, and you might be nervous. But this is a team, and we support each other here."

The girl turned back, her expression incredulous. "Oh, please. I don't need some washed-up dancer telling me how to do my job."

Suki's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her voice steady. "Washed-up? I've been here for months, and I know this place inside and out. Respect goes both ways. You're not going to get very far with that attitude."

The girl just sneered, stepping closer. "Whatever. Just don't get in my way." She said, trying to walk past.

Before the girl could leave through the door, Suki stuck one of her feet out, stopping her. She looked the girl straight in her eyes. "I'm not here to be your enemy. But if you disrespect me again, we're going to have a problem. Got it?"

The girl stared at her for a moment, her expression hard, "Whatever." She said with a scoff.

Suki watched her strut out of the dressing room, her heart pounding. It was going to be a long night.

Katara and Toph walked side by side down the hallway, their footsteps echoing softly off the walls. Katara glanced at Toph, already anticipating what her friend wanted to talk about. They reached Katara's room, and she pushed the door open, holding it for Toph.

"Thanks, Sugar Queen," she said with a smirk as she walked in. "Now, spill the tea."

Katara froze for a moment but quickly relaxed before Toph could notice her nerves. "I don't know what you're talking about," she sang.

Toph rolled her eyes and made a beeline for Katara's bed, flopping down on it. "Oh, come on. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Imagine my surprise when I almost broke my foot trying to get to my 'sick' best friend, only to realize she and her bodyguard were playing tonsil hockey in the hospital."

Katara's face turned crimson. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, struggling to find her words. "W-we weren't doing what you think!" she stammered, fiddling with her sleeves.

Toph sat up, crossing her arms over her chest. "Stop the bullshit, Katara. You know I'm blind, not stupid. My other senses are amplified, remember? I could hear your heart pounding from a mile away. Just admit it."

Katara sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She should've known lying to her friend was a complete waste of time. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Okay, fine. We kissed. But please, don't tell anyone. My family doesn't know, and I'm not ready for them to find out."

Toph grinned, nudging Katara with her elbow. "I knew it! You sly little—"

"Toph! I swear if you tease me, I won't tell you another thing about this," Katara said, glaring at her friend, then sighed when she realized Toph couldn't see it.

"Sorry, Sugar Queen, but that's what you get for not telling me sooner." She leaned against the headboard, deep in thought. "Wow, so you and your bodyguard, huh? I gotta say, I kinda saw this one coming."

Katara arched an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well, since you first introduced us, I could sense how nervous you both were around each other. Then at the club, it was even worse. Besides, the two of you living alone... What did you expect me to think?" Toph asked, smirking.

Katara's blush deepened, and she buried her face in her hands. "Spirits, I can't hide a thing from you."

"You should know that by now." She said, shaking her head. "So, how far have you guys gone?" Toph asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you two, you know, fucking?

"Toph!" Katara admonished. "It's not like that. We're taking things slow. We just, um... kissed, nothing else."

"Only one time?"

Katara's face turned beet red. "Spirits, Toph, is this twenty questions?"

"Right, I'll take that as a no. But one more thing: is this real, Katara? Because I don't want to see you get hurt again," she said, her voice getting serious. "You fall easily, and then things go to shit, fast."

"It is," Katara replied, her cheeks coloring. "He's different, Toph. He's caring and sweet, and he makes me laugh and feel alive inside. I know it all seems fast, but it feels right somehow."

Toph remained silent for a while, pondering her friend's words. "Okay, I support it. As long as you're happy, that's the main thing. Also, my lips are sealed."

"Well, thanks. It's just...he's also my bodyguard, so it's complicated to let anyone else find out right now, especially Sokka. Katara said, stretching across the bed.

"Anytime, Sugar Queen," Toph said, punching Katara in the arm, "and for what it's worth, I'm happy for you."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Toph finally broke it with a teasing smirk. "So, how was it?"

Katara blinked, confused. "How was what?"

"The kiss, duh," Toph said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Did he live up to the hype?"

Katara's cheeks flushed again. "Dammit, Toph! You promised no teasing."

"No, I promised no telling."

Katara groaned. "Alright, fine. Let me just put it out there, he's very experienced in that area," she said, flushing at her bold confession.

Toph laughed, clapping her hands together. "Well, well, looks like Twinkletoes knows what he's doing."

"Twinkle what?" Katara asked, mortified. "Why are you calling him that?"

"Twinkletoes. It's my new nickname for him. When I barged in on you guys exchanging saliva, he was quick on his toes." Toph burst out in laughter, "The way he sprung up, was hilarious." She said, wiping mirthful tears from her eyes.

"Ha-ha. Very funny," Katara said, rolling her eyes at her friend's antics. "Don't you dare call him that when you're around him," she said, knowing very well her words would fall on deaf ears.

Katara leaned back against the headboard of her bed, her legs crossed comfortably as she looked at Toph. "Alright, enough about me. How's your mom doing?"

The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately. Toph's playful expression faltered, and her shoulders tensed. She took a deep breath. "Well… she's not great," Toph admitted, her voice softer than usual. "She's getting weaker, and the doctors aren't giving us much hope."

Katara's heart ached for her friend. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Toph. I really thought she was coming around the last time I was there—"

The unspoken words hung in the air, followed by silence.

Then Toph's tough exterior cracked, and she let out a shaky breath. "It's just… it's hard, you know? She's my mom. And seeing her like this, knowing there's nothing I can do to fix it… it sucks."

Katara pulled Toph into a gentle hug, holding her tightly. "I'm here for you, Toph. Whatever you need, whenever you need it. You don't have to go through this alone. I'll try to carve out more time to hang out with you."

Toph hugged her back, her grip surprisingly strong. "Thanks, Sweetness that means a lot." She pulled away after a moment, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Wait, did you hear that?" Toph asked suddenly.

Katara looked at her, puzzled. "Hear what?"

Without a word, Toph rose from the bed and swung open the balcony doors connected to Katara's room. Confused by her friend's actions, Katara hurriedly trailed after her.

"Toph, what—"

But when she made it outside, the words got stuck in her throat, her stomach dropping in freefall, as she took in the scene below.

"Another dead end." Aang sighed, closing the laptop as he leaned back in the chair.

"Yeah," Zuko said, rubbing his temples in frustration. "The camera would have to be replaced for sure, and better lighting around the area would be good."

They had spent hours reviewing the surveillance footage, finding nothing significant. Aang had taken photos of the footprints while Zuko dusted the damaged camera for fingerprints, finding none.

"I already planned on it," Aang said. "I'll have the team come over to set them up again, probably hidden this time to avoid detection, and at various angles. I'll need to tighten security measures."

"Let me guess, she's not a fan of it?" Zuko asked.

Aang's silence was confirmation enough for Zuko.

After introducing Katara to his friend, Aang was relieved when her friend showed up and pulled her away. It was a welcome distraction for her, an excuse to delay the talk about what he had uncovered. He decided that he would sit her down and let her know when everyone had left. That way, he could be there to comfort her if she wanted to cry or vent out her frustration.

"Any progress?" Sokka asked, stepping out onto the patio.

Aang sighed "Nothing solid to work with." He replied.

"I think we all know who's behind this; it just calls for the police to do their job," Sokka said, looking pointedly at Zuko.

Zuko bristled slightly at the accusation. "The law doesn't work that way. We need concrete proof before we can take any action. Besides, the guy just got out of jail. If he's involved, we need to catch him in the act."

"And can't we get a restraining order?" Sokka asked, growing more irritated.

Zuko sighed, trying to stay calm. "A restraining order requires evidence of immediate threat or harassment. Right now, we don't have enough to justify one. Trust me, I want to nail him as much as you do, but we have to do it by the book."

Sokka looked like he wanted to say something else, but he just kept quiet and stomped back inside.

Zuko watched him go, then turned to Aang with a furrowed brow. "What's his problem?"

"His problem is that his sister is being stalked. Let's take it easy on him." Aang replied.

"Sure," Zuko said shortly.

"Now what about the text messages I sent you, is that enough to file for an RO?" Aang asked.

"It could work as a start, but it needs to be a series of them, one more threatening than the next. For now, it is just not enough."

Aang sighed, closing his eyes. "Okay. Now you were supposed to get back to me about the letter. Did you find anything useful?"

Yeah, we got a DNA profile. No match in the database though."

"Thanks, man," Aang said, patting Zuko's back. "We just need to get a sample of Jet's DNA to be sure."

Zuko nodded, and they sat in comfortable silence for a while.

So when were you gonna tell me?" Zuko asked suddenly.

Aang looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You know," he continued, ignoring Aang's question. "I didn't peg you as the type to get involved with a client."

For a while, Aang didn't say anything. He rubbed the back of his neck, contemplating whether he should come clean to his friend. "It's not what you think," he said finally.

"Really?" Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Because someone would have to be stupid not to see the way you two act around each other."

Aang sighed, feeling cornered. He knew lying to his friend would be of no use. "How did you know?

Zuko shrugged. "I've been around long enough to recognize the signs. The stolen glances, the way you light up when she's around. I picked up on all that when you introduced us."

"It just happened, ok?" Aang said, glancing at his friend, "But I don't regret any of it.

"It's risky for your job, Aang. Not to mention you've been hurt before. Or should I remind you about what Onji put you through? Then the things that happened after—the drugs, the depression, the harem."

Aang shook his head. "She's different Zuko. She's more than just a pretty face; there's more to her."

"Oh Agni," Zuko said, his eyes widening slightly. "You've already fallen for her." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, Aang, I get it. But you need to be careful. This job… it's complicated enough without mixing in personal feelings. Just promise me you'll think about what you're doing."

Aang nodded slowly. "I will. But I'm not giving up on her, Zuko. She's worth it."

"So, I'm guessing her family doesn't know about you?" Zuko asked.

"No, but it's a decision we both think is better for now."

Zuko gave him a long, searching look before finally nodding. "Just… be careful, alright?"

Aang nodded.

"But it seems like Onji hasn't gotten the message that you two are done. " Zuko said after a while.

Aang turned to look at Zuko, his eyebrow raised "What made you say that?"

"For starters, she's spreading some crazy rumors about you, and then she asked Jin for your new address."

Aang frowned, taking a deep breath, "Zuko—"

"I know, Jin turned her away. I told her not to disclose anything concerning you."

"What are the rumors she's spreading?" Aang asked.

Before Zuko could respond, a loud commotion from the side of the penthouse caught their attention. They saw Sokka sprinting towards a parked car, his voice booming with anger. "You have the nerve to show up here, Jet!"

Zuko and Aang exchanged alarmed glances and quickly vaulted over the railing, sprinting towards Sokka. They saw a black car parked a few feet away from the house. And leaning casually against it, was a tall, dark-skinned young man, folding his arms with a smug smirk on his face that only infuriated Sokka further.

Wait Jet?

Everything Katara told him, about the obsession…the abuse, the reason for everything she had gone through was standing a few feet away from him, with that sick croaked smirk on his face, and Aang was raging inside. He tried to calm himself down before he did something regrettable.

"Why was someone allowed in here without our authorization!" Sokka shouted through the intercom to the guards stationed at the front. But there was no answer.

"Zuko, hold him back. I gotta check on Katara." Aang said, turning around to go back to the house.

"Hey, you! while you're at it, tell her I'm out here waiting for her." Jet shouted in Aang's direction.

Aang was about to turn around when he noticed Katara was standing on the balcony of the top floor, her face pale with fear. Toph was beside her, holding her arm tightly.

"Toph," he shouted, "take care of her."

The girl nodded, and Aang turned around, to see that Sokka had gotten the gate open, and was approaching Jet with murderous rage.

"Sokka, stop!" Aang shouted, grabbing Sokka's arm just as he lunged at Jet.

"Get off me, Aang! This bastard shouldn't be here!" Sokka struggled, but Aang held him back firmly.

Just then, Zuko stepped in front of Jet, "Why did you show up here?"

Jet's smirk widened, his eyes shifting to Katara, causing her to shudder. "Just here to see my girl," he said as he cast a predatory gaze in Katara's direction.

Sokka tried to lunge again, his anger boiling over. "You'll never get close to her, you sick bastard!"

Jet took a step forward, his demeanor cocky and unbothered. "Oh, I'm waiting here, and that bitch will come and see me."

Aang expression immediately darkened at Jet's words, his eyes narrowing in suppressed rage. He released Sokka and took a step towards Jet. "What did you just say?"

"Oh, I know who you are," Jet sneered. "Another one of her boy toys? Or just the help?"

Sokka, momentarily confused, glanced at Aang. "What the hell is he talking about?"

But Aang's focus was entirely on Jet. "I'm warning you, leave now, or you'll regret it."

Jet laughed, taking a step closer to Aang. "Regret it? What the fuck are—?"

Before Jet could finish, Aang's fist flew, connecting with Jet's face repeatedly. Blood spattered from Jet's nose and mouth. "Don't you ever call her that!" Aang shouted between punches. Jet, enraged, swung back, landing a punch on Aang's cheek. The force of the blow made Aang's head snap back, but it only fueled his anger. Katara meanwhile was screaming from the porch, her voice filled with panic, as Toph held her back tightly.

Zuko tried holding back Aang, but he fought him off and continued to land a series punch to Jet's face, causing blood to spurt from his nose.

A guy from Jet's car rushed over, grabbing Jet and trying to pull him back. "Enough, man! Let's go!"

"Aang, that's enough! He's not worth it!" Zuko shouted, using all his strength to restrain his friend.

Aang finally stopped, his chest heaving with exertion. His hands were still clenched into fists, knuckles bloodied from the onslaught.

He glared at Jet, who was now sporting a bloodied lip, a broken nose, and a rapidly swelling eye. Aang then looked at Katara, who was watching with wide, worried eyes. Meanwhile, Sokka just stood there, dumbstruck at what just happened. Aang shrugged Zuko's hand off and walked away, his body trembling with residual anger.

Zuko stepped forward, pulling out his police badge and holding it up to Jet's face. "Get out of here, And don't even think about coming back. This is over."

Jet spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes blazing with anger. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot." With that, he spared one last look in Katara's direction, blowing a kiss her way. He then backed away, retreating to his car. The guy who held him back quickly followed, and they sped off.

"Welcome, Lee. I'm Hakoda," Hakoda greeted warmly as the new employee entered his office.

"Thank you, sir. It's an honor to be here," the man replied, his voice steady as he shook Hakoda's hand. His eyes flickered around the room, already assessing it.

"Please, have a seat," Hakoda gestured towards the chair opposite his desk. "Let's discuss your role here at Hakoda Automobiles."

Lee nodded and took a seat, subtly noting the corners of the room and the placement of the furniture. "Absolutely, sir."

"As an assembly line worker, your primary responsibility will be to ensure the smooth operation of our production line," Hakoda explained, "You'll be responsible for inspecting and assembling parts, as well as troubleshooting any issues that may arise during the manufacturing process."

"It sounds like a crucial role," Lee remarked, his tone masking the disdain he felt. It was hard to keep the hatred out of his heart as he stared back at the man who was indirectly responsible for his family's misfortunes.

"It is," Hakoda agreed, his expression serious. "The work you do on the assembly line is vital to the success of our company."

As Hakoda continued to outline the specifics of the job, Lee's mind was elsewhere. He had one goal right now. His fingers itched for the device hidden in his pocket, but he knew he had to be patient.

Just as Hakoda was explaining the protocol for reporting equipment malfunctions, his phone rang, breaking the flow of conversation. With an apologetic smile, Hakoda excused himself and stepped out of the office to take the call.

Alone in the room, Lee sported an evil grin. The interruption was well-timed, which provided the perfect opportunity. With practiced stealth, he began to search for the perfect hiding spot. His eyes darted around the room, evaluating the best places to conceal it without being obvious.

Finally, his gaze settled on a discreet spot behind Hakoda's desk. He moved quickly, his fingers working deftly to secure the device. He had almost finished when he heard footsteps approaching. His jaw tightened, and he moved faster, driven by a sense of urgency and annoyance at the interruption.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he secured the device just as Hakoda re-entered the office, his phone call apparently concluded.

"Sorry about that interruption, Lee. Now, where were we?" Hakoda asked, taking his seat behind the desk once more.

Lee forced a smile, his mind racing but his exterior calm. "No problem at all, sir. We were just discussing the procedures for reporting equipment malfunctions."

Hakoda nodded, his attention fully focused once more on the conversation. As they resumed their discussion, Lee couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite the close call, the device was now in place, and his plan was one step closer to fruition.

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