I was kinda fed up with pestering my friends for fanfic ideas (and I'm pretty sure they were fed up with me too!) so I decided to pick up 100 themes from LiveJournal and do them.

They'll be random, but wherever I can, I'll write a Kataang. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of its characters.

#35 - Sixth Sense

As a person, Aang's duty was to his people and his friends. He was loyal by nature, and always willing to help those he loved.

Unfortunately, as the Avatar, his duty was also to the world. And so, a few months after the war, he was forced to travel around the world and do his job – make peace between the nations and 'restore balance to the world'.

Of course, his job also meant he had to attend meetings. This, needless to say, did not make him very happy.

These conferences, as they were called, normally lasted for long periods of time, sometimes even a whole day. The rooms always smelled of smoke and the atmosphere was extremely formal. And worst of all, everyone besides him and Fire Lord Zuko was over the age of 40.

It was during one of these very meetings, while trying to end a dispute between two war veterans, that Aang realized just how much he missed his friends' presence.

But most of all, he missed Katara's presence.

It was something he was unable to explain. Since their last meeting at the Jasmine Dragon, he and Katara had been inseparable. Upon their separation, he had felt like a part of him had gone along with her.

And it didn't end there. Sometimes he would get visions of her teaching some children how to waterbend, or simply doing her chores. He could almost feel her, as if she were right beside him….

With a great effort, Aang shook his head and managed to shun these thoughts. For now, he had two quarreling generals to take care of.

An hour later…

After a few conspicuous jabs in the side from the Fire Lord, the Avatar awoke only to find everyone in the room staring at him, irritated looks covering their haggard faces. He sat up abruptly, knocking over a glass of water in the process. It fell to the ground with a tinkling crash.

All eyes were on him, waiting for his response to their latest political suggestion.

"Um, would you mind going over that again?" He asked, grinning sheepishly.

A collective groan echoed throughout the room.

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Katara stopped in her tracks and immediately spun around, preparing herself for an attack.

No one was there. It was just her and Sokka in the large tent, along with a fire crackling in the fire pit.

"That's funny, I could've sworn…" She was cut off by her brother.

"Hey, what's up, sis? Something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, it's just…did you hear that crash? It sounded like a glass breaking."

He stared at her in a strange way. "You must be hearing things." He finally managed to say after a few seconds of silence. "No one uses glasses at the South Pole. It must've been your imagination."

"I don't know…" She glanced around the room skeptically. "Are you sure you didn't see anything?"

Sokka sighed. "Positive. Now stop being paranoid."

"What can I say? I got it from you, dearest brother." Her grin widened upon seeing the annoyed expression on his face. Then, before he could object, she turned around and walked out of their tent.

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A year later…

He was finally on his way back to the South Pole – all the world issues had finally been resolved and the nations were settling back into peace. He would get to see his family again. 'It's been so long,' he mused. 'I wonder if they'll recognize me…'

Actually, Aang's real problem was to NOT be recognized. He wanted to sneak in and surprise Sokka and Katara, without stirring up too much excitement. After all, he was the Avatar; it was only obvious that he would have a fan club.

As Appa neared the South Pole, Aang marveled at the improvised Water Tribe. It was much larger than he remembered and it had a great outer wall surrounding tents clustered together to form a cozy village. It was definitely not as grand as the Northern Water Tribe, but this suited him much better.

He covered himself with a dark blue cloak, pulling the hood over his head to hide his arrow, and set out into the village. As he wandered through the marketplace, no one seemed to acknowledge his presence. 'Imagine what they would've done if they knew I was here.' He muttered to himself.

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It didn't take much effort to find her – she was practicing her bending. He could tell somehow. He found her sitting on an icy ledge overlooking the ocean, absently streaming the water as she watched the sunrise.

Sneaking up behind her, he kneeled down behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Katara," he whispered.

She turned her head abruptly to look at him. A smile made its way onto her face and she melted into his arms. He hugged her back tightly.

"I knew you were coming…"she murmured. "I could feel it."

He pulled away slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that!" She chuckled. He grinned at her.

They turned towards the horizon and lay down next to each other, watching the sky as it slowly faded into a deep indigo.

"I've felt it too, you know," he muttered. He turned on her side to face him as he did the same. "While I was travelling, I sometimes had visions of you waterbending, or going to the market, or just having a great time with your family."

He paused. "It's like there's this strong bond between us that lets us be together, even when we're so far apart…it feels nice sometimes, you know?"

She hummed softly in response. After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "Is that how you found me today? You had a vision?" She smirked lightly.

He nodded and scooted closer. "Call it a sixth sense," he replied, smiling softly.