So... This fanfic was inspired by another fanfic which is awesomely hilarious that you should all check out. :)
It's called 'Self Insert: An Avatar Fanfic' by RPMasterweaver. It's funny and worth the read.

So now that the promised source was cited with permission, let's roll baby.
I know there's plenty of these, but I thought I'd try it out. Why not hop on a bandwagon everyone once and a while.

So you know, all the pairings are determined by canon. Maiko, Kataang, Sukka, and the whole shebang.

So enjoy. :]
I own nothing.

I was walking back to the dorms and it was a dark Friday night. There was a meeting in the Union where I was for the past three hours. So there I was, walking back to the dorms when it was ten at night, and it was cold. Seriously cold. South Dakota cold. The building was a few meters behind me, thus leaving me a pretty little bulls-eye for the wind to hit. It was cold. Too cold. Ridiculously cold. South Dakota cold. The snow was falling at an almost horizontal angle like it normally did, and surprisingly it wasn't as bad as it could've been. But the cold was really cold. I'm almost in the middle of the campus and the power dies. The Union, Skywalk, and the other buildings behind and all around me go dark. The wind decided to blow harder, just to make life harder.

That was South Dakota's way of saying "I love you, but I caught you talking smack about me the other day." Accompanied with a Gibb-slap across the back of the head.

I stopped and took off the Pikachu plush bag I had and decided to use it as a windbreaker. Three hours earlier, it was sweater weather. As in, around twenty degrees. Now it's cold and a blizzard a starting to kick up. I sighed as I continued to walk and listen to my iPod. I knew the campus well enough to navigate it in the dark. I began walking towards the two buildings out in the middle of bum nowhere and groaned when the snow and wind really began to kick up. I closed my eyes, hugged my Pikachu bag, and began to walk the familiar route. The wind and snow began to die down and I sighed with relief that I could actually open my eyes.

I opened my eyes expecting to see the useless crosswalk in front of me, but what I saw was a city. A large city standing in its entire city like glory. Not the random campus in the middle of a state no one cares about. Quickly I turned to look behind me and I nearly smack into a random guy in a green robe and a conical hat. I stare blankly at the guy who was standing where the stupid bench was supposed to be. I looked past him to see an alley where the Union was supposed to be.

Dear lord, where am I and what in the world happened?

So, there I was standing in front of a creepy guy in green. The creepy guy in green staring at me like I've plopped down from only god knows where. I remembered what I had with me when I started on this adventure. A black Rainbow Dash shirt that says "This shirt just got 20 percent cooler" with a silhouette of a pony with a rainbow mane, black pants, some well-worn shoes that were falling apart, and a Pikachu plush bag thing. This did look odd, even for normal standards. Then there's the creepy guy in green. The creepy guy in green who had a circle decal thing on his uniform and a fluffy thing that came off his hat.

Wait a minute… Circle decal, fluffy hat thing, green, conical hat all on an intimidating guy in an alley way of a large city?

Dai Li agent?

I stood there staring blankly at the guy. Surely my brain is being stupid and relating everything to Avatar like it always does. The guy moved his hand to brush off a little of the snow that got on him. Instantly I noticed that there was a glove made of rocks on his hand.

Dear sweet god, it was a Dai Li agent…

Of all the people to bump into, it just had to be a Dai Li agent. Just my luck. I had no clue what to do. Act natural. Natural. Act. Natural. Don't mention any wars, brainwashing, Long Feng, lakes, or bad things and you'll be fine. Just go with the flow.

An idea quickly began to dig its way into my brain. I could ask where the Jasmine Dragon was! I could pull off the stupid tourist get up without a hitch! Thank you tourism season! I congratulated myself for my stroke of genius, but then my brain had to be stupid. There's a Dai Li agent. The Dai Li could be in Fire Nation occupied Ba Sing Se. Crap! I thought that perhaps it was before that. My brain was trying make sense of the entire situation. Then my brain decided to go haywire and denounce all my genius ideas.

The next thing I knew, the Dai Li agent began to speak. Words were coming out… But I couldn't understand them!

I'm screwed.

So now I knew that I couldn't understand a single word that these people were saying. I was screwed. The Dai Li guy was talking to me, and I had no clue what he was trying to say. So, I tried to delve in all the languages that I knew. I knew a grand total of zero other languages, unless you count random words. If I was lucky, the guy might speak Spanish.

"Hola!" I waved at the Dai Li agent.

He raised his eyebrow and began to speak again. Really, really fast. I began to wish that he would slow down. But I did I learn that he doesn't speak Spanish. So I tried another language.

"How." I raised my hand.

Again I got the same result. He doesn't speak Native American either. I had one more shot.

"Konichiwa?"

His face looked confused. I guess that didn't work either. I began to hope that he'd let me off with insanity. Or illiteracy. The Dai Li agent sighed and then began to walk away, but looked back and cast me a pitying glance. I breathed a sigh of relief. Hooray for being illiterate and unable to speak the language!

After I dodged that bullet (or would it rock glove?), I decided to celebrate with a good old fashioned walking around and trying to find my way home. I walked out of the alley way and down the road, and in five minutes flat I was hopelessly lost. Maybe if I knew what part of the series I was in, it would give me some form of idea on what to do next.

Which shouldn't be too hard right? All I had to ask is if the Fire Nation was in town! Oh wait… I can't speak my way out of a paper bag here. I thought that maybe there'd be something useful in that Pikachu bag that I conveniently had. I just had to find a place where I could sit and dig through the bag without attracting too much attention to myself.

So I continued to walk around while trying to find that place. It didn't take long to notice that people were staring at me. I'd be staring at me if I was anyone of these people, especially because my hair looks like I defected to the Fire Nation, but then blonde would stand out more. I gave up trying to blend in and put on the hood of my jacket.

I noticed a little shop with people walking in and out of, and decided to take a look inside. It looked relatively safe and painless so I decided to take a chance. I faced off with a Dai Li agent, I can handle anything. I snagged a table in the corner and began to dig through that Pikachu bag, along with my pockets. I had enough change to kill a person, iPod, that tiny sketch pad, some random candy, a can of Mountain Dew, and a ton of hot chocolate packets. All of which are of no use.

I heard someone grumble above me in the language that I couldn't understand and sighed. That sketchbook may come in handy after all. The person grumbled again and I looked up only to be staring my savior in the face.

Dear sweet god, it was Zuko! I do have a chance after all! I almost jumped up and hugged him and said his name, and thing's would've been awkward. So all I had to do was convince him to let me hang out with him and Iroh for a day or two until the universe decided to fix itself. Right?

Wrong. His hair was at that season two stage, so Azula should be trying to sneak in at about this time. All I had to do was get home before anything bad happened. Then there was a bang at the door. Everyone in the little shop turned to the entrance to see a guy with hook swords pointing at Zuko. It was Jet. He said something which I assumed was his true declaration of Zuko and Iroh being firebenders. So I did what any smart person would do.

Hide behind the old guy who just happened to shoot fire and lighting out of his freaking hands. The old guy which also just happened to have the title of Dragon of the West.

Now all I had to do was somehow convince Iroh that I need help. Somehow. How would that work anyway?

"Hello Iroh. I'm Luna and I'm from South Dakota. I somehow got transported here due to a freak blizzard. Oh, and I also know how the war will end. Will you help me?"

Yeah. Like that'll fly. I couldn't even believe it myself and it's true. Then there's that pesky little thing called the language barrier. Oh karma? What did I do this week?

The fight moved outside and there was nobody standing behind me or Iroh. Talk about lucky. So I began to doodle crappy, but light erasable sketches that should tip him off that I needed help. So I doodled an Iroh head along with a Zuko head along with an even crappier doodle of the Fire Nation insignia. I circled the entire mess to hopefully get the point across that I know where they're from.

One of many scenarios could happen. Iroh could ignore me. The Dai Li could see me. Or worse. I looked around and made sure no one could see, and that there were no Dai Li agents. I looked over to the ex-general and gently nudged him. Luckily for me, he looked over and I showed him my crappy light doodle. He raised an eyebrow and looked nervously towards Zuko.

Now all I had to do was convince him that I won't rat him out. Now, how would I do that? Jet hopped onto the well thing as Zuko almost sliced off his head. I quickly erased the crap doodle and closed my sketchbook and shoved it in my large pockets. Suddenly two Dai Li agents materialized from behind Jet, and continued to arrest him.

I knew that Jet was trying to defend himself, and the two policemen complimented Iroh's tea. The teashop owner, Pao vouched for both Iroh and Zuko as Jet was hauled into the carriage. The two agents closed the door and soon the carriage went off towards Lake Laogai for Jet's brainwashing.

The crowd began to disperse and Pao quickly talked to the two firebenders in disguise. They handed him their aprons and I assumed that they were done for the day. At this point, I wished that they would come over to me and say something. Even though I couldn't understand them. If all else failed, I'd follow them home like a lost puppy.

To my relief, Iroh motioned to a grumpy Zuko and they began to walk towards me. I dug out my sketchbook and prepared to draw my way into safety. Zuko began whispering frantically, getting his face really close to mine. Even though I know more about Zuko than he knew about himself, having his face close was quite uncomfortable. Considering that if Mai ever found out, I'd be a bloody smear on the pavement. I did notice one prominent thing though. He smelled like a teashop. He must've been there for quite some time, so he had that lingering teashop scent. At least it wasn't KFC. KFC smells funny. Zuko just smelled like a barrel of tea attacked him

So, there was one thing I could do. Talk in my normal language and eventually tip off that I have no clue what they're saying. So, I began to ramble. "I don't understand you." A pause. "I don't understand you, but you will become Fire Lord, your uncle will have a teashop, your dad will lose his firebending. Oh, and you'll be the Avatar's firebending teacher and friend." That should do it. I just spoiled the entire series, perhaps changing the course of the show as we knew it.

But all I got was a blank stare and a confused grunt. I pointed to myself and said my name. At least they'd know that. Hopefully. The two firebenders introduced themselves in the same manor. I had a feeling they were trying to say 'call us Lee and Mushi so we don't get captured' type deal. I saw the series so I know how things should work out.

Next thing I knew, I was being led like a child to some smelly apartment complex that made Lime Bud Light smell like a batch of roses. We entered the cramped apartment and got settled down. There was that awkward silence that one would normally expect, but it all worked out in the end. Out of pure boredom, I dug my iPod out of my pocket, and realized it's been playing the entire time. I sighed when I realized how much battery was lost, when I noticed that the little icon was full. Impossible, yet handy. Thank you Avatar universe. Where batteries live forever.

A small cup was set down in front of me, and I looked up to see a smiling Iroh. Oh boy, tea. How could I break it to him that I did not like tea? Well, if I were to survive, I'd have to choke down every bit. I took a sip and realized that it wasn't has nasty as the tea I had before, but it still wasn't my drink of choice. I just hoped that no one served fish. Fish is nasty.

I realized that somewhere in the Upper Ring, Aang and company were finding out about Long Feng's tendency to make kings figureheads, and that somewhere under a lake, Jet was being brainwashed. All I had to do was wait out the few days until Iroh and Zuko would be living it up in the Upper Ring, and tag along with Iroh to find Aang, Toph, and Sokka. After that, I have no clue what I'd do.

It'll be an interesting adventure. Good thing I got those essays done.

Also, hooray for magical battery saving. My iPod may come in handy. Bon Jovi or Aerosmith could save the day.