Aang had begun to tell Sokka and Suki what had happened, while still holding tightly to me. I was still horrified at what I had done, and couldn't staunch my tears just yet. "So, it was actually pretty… easy," Aang concluded in an oddly strangled voice.

"Just to be safe though," Sokka said, "I think tonight Katara should sleep guarded, just in case." I looked up at Sokka, noting the true care in his eyes.

"I'll do it," said Aang assuredly.

"I don't think that's the best idea," Sokka countered, "Not only do I not want you in a room together, but Aang, you were the one Katara was after in the first place. I'll watch her."

"Now would be a good time to get some rest," I said finally speaking up.

"Yeah," Suki agreed, "We probably all should." I pulled away from Aang reluctantly, but first giving him a small kiss. Sokka turned his head pointedly away when I did this, and then followed me into my room.

I lay down on my bed, and Sokka stretched out next to me in his sleeping bag. I turned over on my side, so I was facing my brother. There was so much I had to tell him. "Sokka-" I began but was cut off by him, "Katara, listen, whatever happens tonight- if you know- things don't go as planned- I want you to know- what you did wasn't a waste-" he stopped, apparently out of things to say.

"I know," I said, "I've killed two people- I just don't want you or Aang to be next. I'm really scared, Sokka."

"You'll be ok," he said reassuringly, "I know you will be."

"Thanks," I said as I turned over and closed my eyes, hoping deeply that my hands would be clean when I got up in the morning.

Falling asleep wasn't as easy as I had thought though. Sokka quickly nodded off, but I lay awake staring at the ceiling. I knew Hama was gone and that I wouldn't bloodbend at night anymore, I could just feel it, but that still didn't stop me from being scared. From seeing images of my hands covered in blood and of Haru's mangled body. I rolled over and slipped out of my bed. I had something I needed to do.

I crept down the hall, and opened the door slowly as to not wake Sokka. I knelt down beside his bed, and placed a kiss on Aang's forehead. He stirred and turned over, but didn't wake. I climbed into bed next to him, and leaned my head against his chest. He must have noticed at that point because his eyes fluttered open and he looked confused. "Katara?" he asked, "Am I dreaming?"

"No," I said chuckling to myself, "I'm really here." And as if to prove it to him, I kissed him as hard as I could, almost throwing myself at him. Aang looked shocked at first, but slowly leaned into the kiss. His lips were soft but firm against mine, and he clearly didn't want to rush things.

Aang pulled away abrubtly, leaving me craving another kiss, and leaned on his elbow looking me in the eyes. "Before we go any farther," he said seriously, "I have to know something. Are you going to leave after this? Because this is exactly how it happened last time, but when I woke up you were gone." I stared up at his face, thinking of the fact that only Aang would think to ask this question, and started to giggle. It slowly turned into me gagging on air from the absurdity of the question and trying to keep myself quiet so Sokka wouldn't come in and find us doing what we were doing.

"Of course not!" I said after a few minutes, my laughter finally beginning to subside.

Aang grinned at me, "Hey, it was a valid question! I just didn't want to wake up from the best night of my life with you gone again." I laughed, and he began to kiss me again. I graciously accepted the invitation his lips offered to me, and he began to wind his hands through my hair. Our bodies seemed to meld together, we were holding each other so closely.

The kisses slowly began to subside as we grew more weary, each of us aware of the fact that the events of the night were still heavy upon us. I ended up resting my head upon his chest, and his arms closed around me, keeping me safe. Aang's breathing slowed and I could tell that he was asleep. I allowed my eyes to close, and my mind to wander, knowing that tomorrow when I woke up, there would be no blood on my hands. Never again would I have to get up early and go to the stream to wash off the crimson liquid. Now I was safe in Aang's arms, not bothered by blood.

A/N: Well, I'm finally done. It's kinda hard to say goodbye to a story that you worked so hard on, but you have to let it go sometime right? Sigh. Well, now I have to think of another idea! 