Back at the palace…

Katara was putting Amai to sleep, singing to her a Watertribe song that her mother used to sing to her. She placed the sleeping babe into a cradle, by Zuko and Katara's bed and went to sleep herself.

If she had known what was to happen, she would have stayed awake.

Jet eased his way from outside the palace to where Katara lay. He looked down at the helpless child and snatched her up.

Katara awoke with a strange feeling inside her gut, checked on Amai, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

"Amai! Amai? Amai! Amai!" she called.

Katara went outside to find her little girl, but all she could make out was a silhouette of Jet and him yelping. She saw fire; where had that come from? She wondered. Katara went right of the turtle-duck pond and saw her newborn daughter -

firebending Jet. Katara picked up her baby and snickered,

"Serves you right, Jet. Taking my young daughter and raping her, and coming back for more. Well, this," she pointed to his hands, "is your justice."

A moment later, Zuko flew down on Appa.

"I'm sorry, Katara, I couldn't find him anywhere." He took her into his arms.

"He's right here. He tried to take our youngest daughter, but she burned him."

"What? How?"

"Amai must be a mix between water and fire."

She and Zuko headed inside, leaving Jet to tend to his wounds, both outside and inside.

"My Huo, Jet has already faced justice."

The End