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A/N: This is also on my Deviantart page. I decided to add it here too :D

Moon

Zuko notice Katara was always watching the moon. Her cerulean eyes hardly ever strayed from the brightly glowing orb.

She was doing it more often lately, with certain sadness in her eyes. Sometimes her brother would join her and they would just sit there leaning on each other for hours, never talking.

On this particular nigh Zuko caught Katara crying quietly. He sat down beside her, holding two steaming cups of tea in his hands. She looked at him, tears rolling down her cheeks and took the cup of tea from his hands, She whispered a choked, "thank you," and returned her gaze to the moon.

It was odd, he thought. Katara was usually never even civil to him, never really accepted his presence, but today she did.

"The moon is beautiful tonight," He murmured, hoping to coax a reply from her.

She just nodded, her tears dripping quietly into her cup of tea, she made no move to wipe them away.

Zuko gently took her chin in his hand and turned her face towards his. Using the pads of his thumbs he wiped away any trace of tears whispering, "Uncle says salty tears ruin the taste of good tea."

He was surprised that he earned a small smile, "I've heard your uncle gives very good advice," she said quietly.

"The very best," Zuko smiled, "Although most of the time I have no idea what it means until many days later."

Katara took a sip of tea and mad a face, "Your uncle was definitely right."

Zuko chuckled, "Would you like to tell me what's on your mind?"

Katara shrugged and looked back up at the moon, "The moon reminds me of things I've lost…things Sokka and I have both lost."

"Your mother?" He asked.

Katara nodded, "Sokka should be here with me," she whispered.

"I'm here," Zuko smiled, "I can't be too bad can I?"

Katara offered him a soft smile, "No I guess you aren't too terribly bad," she stated bumping his shoulder gently with hers.

After a few moments of silence she rested her head upon his shoulder, "No you aren't bad at all," she sighed returning her gaze to the moon.

Zuko smiled and rested his head on hers. The moon really was beautiful tonight, almost smiling.