trans_9 | I can take it and I will.

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I can take it and I will.

After coming back from interrogation, Katara was more than subdued, and hardly said a word. The fact that she'd not only made the wrong decision and had almost committed a crime of passion was bad enough, but she'd gotten closer to losing who she was again. Aang hadn't been here to make her see how wrong it was, and knowing the only thing that had stopped her was her need to help people was of little comfort. The worse part was she wasn't even sure she'd been able to kill the Yeerk if they had caught up to it: what would she do if Aang needed her? What if it got bad enough that she hesitated and this time she lost him for good?

Exactly how long could she go without having to make that decision?

"I wish I knew," she said softly to herself, hands tucked behind her head, staring at the ceiling. "I really wish I could talk to him about this."

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Sokka hadn't been able to get down to the precinct until now, but he figured he needed to visit his sister. He paused outside the lock out, gathering his thoughts, trying to decide if he should tell her about what he and Zuko had found. It might just make her even more anxious while she was locked up. Maybe better not to. He took a deep breath and slipped inside, heading towards Katara's cell.

"Hey..."

Katara looked up to see who'd arrived, and finally smiled after what was literally hours. She had feeling very alone, and she realized now she wasn't. That had been another stupid thing she'd done, not remembering her brother was here, still looking out for her. If there were ever a time she needed him, it was now.

"Sokka!" She exclaimed. "It's so good to see you! I..." She sighed, looking forlorn. "I really messed up, Sokka. I should have talked to you from the start. I just found out about Aang, and I got scared. You know I was thinking about Hama. I did it because I really wanted to help people. But I was wrong. I'll never do something like that ever again. It was like when Aang wanted to separate from us when he first woke up. But I'll do my time here. I need to remember that people are more important than a threat I don't completely know about."

Sokka smiled and leaned against the door, hands holding onto the lockup's bars.

"I'm glad to hear that, because being the voice of reason is getting old fast. I wanna go back to my sarcasm and idea thing as soon as I can." He grinned that usual grin of his, looking over the bars.

"Hopefully they'll let you out soon, 'cause I think I'm going to go nuts with just Zuko to talk to, especially when he doesn't remember all the awesome stuff we did together."

Katara giggled. "Good! Because I'd definitely rather be "bossy, wet blanket katara" than "I'm depressed in wa wa mode" Katara. So I say that once I'm out, we get back to our roles and salvage our Avatar crew status hmm?"

Because she really did miss that. If only Aang and Toph were here.

"Oh, that's just UGH! I don't want to act all mean to him all over again! Do you have any idea how much effort it took the last time? It's way more fun to poke fun at his serious fire nation man persona when we get along!"

"Definitely! We have a ship to explore and an Avatar to find. It'll be just like old times. Except with a creepy living ship that travels between stars instead of the Fire Nation." He smiled, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes. This place is creepy.

"Oh yeah, for sure. I do that anyway, and I think I'm getting him to open up a bit. But we'll have to work on it. I'm sure things will get better once we find Aang."

Katara nodded. "If you really want to find out some interesting stuff, check out the Media Library or the City! There are a lot of really cool things to do on the ship Sokka! And the people are, wow! All these need superpowers and interesting traditions...trust me, its really fascinating!"

At the mention of Aang, she looked a little saddened. "We have to find Aang. I told Leon about it, and he might look into it too. But I know we'll make that a definite. Have you found out anything about Aang at all with Zuko?"

"I'll do that. I've been the city a bit, but I haven't checked out the media library thing. I wonder if they have anything about swords?" He glanced down as Katara talked about Aang, then shrugged. Should he tell her? Maybe better to wait until she was out of the jail. If he told her now, she'd probably want to bust out and go look for him herself.

"Ah...nothing too definite yet. But I'll let you know as soon as we find something!"

"Sokka, they have libraries on about a million different kinds of weapons. I'm pretty sure you'll find something out about swords!" To be truthful, that was reason Katara was a little mad at herself for getting imprisoned: she couldn't read anything, she couldn't see anyone unless they saw her, and honestly she had nothing but her own self loathing to think about. But she said she'd do her time for her mistake, and she would.

"Thanks Sokka," Katara said, crossing her arms and laying her head on them. "I don't think I like sleeping anymore. I just keep dreaming about our old gang: you, me, Aang, Toph, Zuko. Don't you miss how we all were?"

"Oooh. Maybe I can find a manual on my sword. Oh, man, that'd awesome!" He grinned ear to ear, thinking of all the amazing things he could find out about in the media library. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all. Even if it lacked meat.

"Ah...yeah, I do. But...those were some bad times too, you know. We were always on the run, we didn't know where we were gonna sleep or how we were gonna eat. But...yeah. I do miss it."

Here's an unfamiliar face. A red-haired girl with a stack of magazines enters the precinct.

"Hey, is anybody awake?" she pauses, trying not to feel too awkward about visiting prisoners she doesn't know. "I thought you guys might be getting kind of bored, so I brought you some stuff to read -"

Katara did pay attention the friendly voice. It was actually one of the things she disagreed about with Sokka: this place always seemed very friendly, and had people that were willing to even make a person like her feel not so worthless.

"Just me, I think," Katara replied. "My name's Katara. You didn't have to, but thanks. It gets pretty lonely over here."

She still couldn't quite see her face though.

Katara couldn't have been much older than her. Will was surprised, but she tried not to show it as she walked up in front of the girl's cell.

"Hi. I'm Will. Um . . ." she shuffled through her magazines. "Do you want Good Housekeeping, or Golf Digest?"

Oh, way to go, Weapons and Possessions Locker. Real entertaining.

"Nice to meet you Will!" Katara said, smiling to the newcomer. Her hair was...well, really pretty, she'd never seen anything like it before. Also, there seemed to be something strangely upbeat about her that Katara liked.

"Hmm," Katara's brow was furrowed. "Well, I could pick Housekeeping except you'll probably think I'm a girly girl for reading it, and I've pretty much BEEN Good Housekeeping for a few years. On the other hand, I don't even know what golf is, so...I think I'll try golf!"

"Here you go." Will slid the golf mag into the cell, and sat down. "Um - how are you doing?" she smiled. "Other than bored, I guess."

The housekeeping comments confused her, but maybe she just had lots of siblings to clean up after back home.

"Thanks," Katara said, leafing through the magazine. Uhh...that might have been a mistake. What was with all the funny clothes and the weird tool things they were using. And there was a lot of grass...was this some kind of game?

"Thinking a lot, I guess," Katara said, leafing halfheartedly through the weird magazine. "Knowing that I have a lot to do about myself once I actually get out of here."

"Hmm."

Will wasn't really sure what to say about it, since all she knew was that Katara was down here for being on the wrong side of the Yeerk fight - the wrong side being the ones who were against imprisoning it, but did that mean killing it, or freeing it so it could take over again, or freeing it because they didn't believe in jail?

"Do you . . . want to talk about it? I still don't know exactly what happened."

Katara almost said no, since it had been talked about and gone through her head and everyone preferred to think of her group as "the bad guys," but she thought better of it. She owed people like Will, who knew next to nothing about it, an explanation as to what was going on in her head.

"The long and short about it was the Yeerk are aliens with the ability to go into people's brains and pose as them. They've done it on the ship before, and while most of them are gone, there was this last one left. It had a trial to decide its fate, and it was decided it should be allowed to live. At this point, there were three kinds if people: those that didn't really care/agreed/disagreed and wouldn't do anything about it, those that wanted it to die and would go out of their way to make sure it was killed, and those who supported the trail's decision and would defend the Yeerk to the death. I was in the second category. I've been close to manipulated like that before."

There was WAY more to the story, but that was the bare bones for now.

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