#kaatangfic

[zukosasukelovebot]

OK @zukkaart said something that stuck with me and I have to write a little something for it

"Katara cries rhe day she turns the age her mother died" so I'm going on a whim on her mother's age . If anyone knows her true Age I'll edit it.

I decided not to put an age

Katara woke up screaming. A horrible, stomach clenching scream. Her hands rushed to her ears to block out the noise. Where was it coming from? It had to STOP.

There was a pounding in her chest, loud like the ceremonial drums they used. But there was also a tightness, making it hard to breathe.

All of a sudden warmth engulfed her, a soft gentle voice coaxing her out of this maddening state. Slowly all that was left of evidence that something was wrong was the thundering of her heard in her ears.

"Are you with me now?" Aang asked softly, stroking her hair.

She gripped onto his sleep shirt and leaned into his touch. Comfort was there, in Aang.

It took a long time to feel comfortable opening her eyes.

"Im sorry..." she said quietly.

Aang shook his head. "Never say sorry. Do... do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

"I don't know... I just... it felt like I was in a nightmare and all I knew how to get out of it was to scream."

Aang frowned. "We'll... thags one way to start you birthday."

Katara stopped in her tracks. Her birthday.

She scrambled out of Aang's hold to grab their calandar. 6th. She collapsed on the floor, her whole body shaking. She couldn't believe it. The day had come.

Aang was confused. "Kat?"

She started as if she didn't know he was there. "I uhm...," she began, swallowing hard. "This is the age my Anaana died."

Aang froze, his eyes wide. "Oh."

Katara laughed , the sound hollow. "A body never forgets truama. It just holds it for another time. I.. I didn't know I'd react like this."

"Thats OK. Its fine. We can work through this together," Aang said with a smile.

Katara looked at him. "Together."