Please read: Yes, I know author notes are usually overlooked because they're long and boring, but I beg that you bear with me and read every AN I write as it gives you the information about each chapter.

Yeah, I'm well aware Zutara Week 2009 has passed already, it's just that I got all these ideas for fics and it seemed a shame to just let them go. Be warned though: they're nowhere near good. They're roughly the same style and quality of the rest of my fics so… Yeah. You have been warned.

Each of the chapters are titled as the theme was for each day of Zutara Week. With the exception of this first chapter they are continuous. In other words; they all form one fic together.

This first chapter is a crossover of Avatar and the movie The Runaway Bride. One scene in particular in that movie will never be forgotten by me: I adore it, so that's where I'm going to start. It's going to be rather short but I'll try and make it as uncomplicated as possible. So Zuko takes the role of the handsome journalist and Katara gets the title of The Runaway Bride. Haru stars as fiancé number one, Jet as fiancé number two and Aang is 'lucky' number three. I won't bore you with anything else; if you haven't watched this movie yet and you don't feel like looking up its plot then feel free to skip to the actual first chapter of this fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or The Runaway Bride in any way. That's why the plot of the movie didn't go 100 percent as shown in this fic and why Zutara isn't cannon.

Crossover: Avatar/The Runaway Bride.

Another wedding rehearsal. She tried not to pout as they drove up to the small church she'd gotten more than comfortable with over the past few weeks. Yes, she could understand why Aang was so anxious to get her comfortable with the notions but seven times was enough already. To distract herself she pulled down the mirror in front of her and peered at her reflection. Bright blue eyes set in a dark, pretty face greeted her. She looked fed-up to herself and she hoped it was just because she knew how she was feeling that it seemed that way. In the mirror she snuck a glance at the person on the back seat. He was looking out the side window, his arms crossed as he dwelled on his own thoughts. His messy black hair flopped across his face, hiding most of the scar that marred the left side.

Katara bit her lip as she remembered how different she felt about him now. The first time she had ever heard of Zuko was when she saw his name at the bottom of the newspaper column he had written about her. Or, to be more precise, her past disastrous attempts at marriage. Even now her stomach twisted slightly as she remembered how he had depicted her as a man-eating floozy and how she was going to do the same to Aang. She had written to the newspaper he worked at, complaining, and she resulted in him getting fired. When he showed up in her hometown she had had no doubt it was to cause more trouble. After a few run-ins, one that involved turning his hair a few different colours and another involving a break-in, they agreed to a temporary truce. She had agreed to let him tail around after her so that he could see she was not going to run away a third time.

Despite herself, and without knowledge of how it happened, her initial dislike for him had disappeared. Now when she looked at him there was no jolt of annoyance and dislike, even though he had given her one or two reasons to dislike him since he arrived. He was charming, she had to admit, extremely stubborn and almost too honest and observant. But despite all his flaws, and the fact that his sole purpose at that moment was to expose hers, she now liked spending time with him. Which was why she hadn't complained when Aang asked him to come along to the rehearsal.

The three traipsed into the church to find her bridesmaids, Suki and Toph, and the organist, Sokka, already there. The two girls' eyebrows rose as they saw Zuko enter, but they said nothing. She just rolled her eyes at them and took her place at the back of the aisle. Zuko silently moved to one of the pews but Aang stopped him.

"Stand where the preacher will," Aang told him. "I want you right there so you can see that this time it's different."

Zuko obeyed silently as Katara, bored, wondered to where the rope to the huge church bell hung. While Aang talked to Sokka and Zuko listened patiently, she loosely grabbed the rope and began to sway backwards and forwards, using the rope to keep herself on the balls of her feet.

"Shall we get started then? Kata- Katara?"

All eyes swivelled to the back as the church bell began to ring. Katara swung into view, clutching the rope. She looked rather flustered. Suki and Toph both held their laughter down as she stepped forward and got handed a bouquet. She held the fake flowers in her hands, her cheeks burning slightly. She looked up to the front and found that Zuko was grinning at her, his gold eyes light with laughter. Her cheeks warmed even more.

"Okay, sweetie, let's start," Aang smiled at her, motioning to Sokka.

The bridal march started up and Suki and Toph started down the aisle. At her cue Katara started forward, but after a few paces she stopped, shaking her head.

"I… I can't do this," she mumbled, not entirely sure why not but knowing her stomach was in a knot for a reason.

"Of course you can!" Aang replied, voice full of enthusiastic optimism. "Look, I'll show you." He bounded down towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Now let's take deep breaths."

Together the two of them breathed deeply, Aang moving his arms up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. Zuko looked away, hiding the smirk that crossed his face at the sight of Aang telling his fiancé to 'focus'. Seeing it in the restaurant had been bad enough.

'Positive visualisation'… Right… he scoffed to himself.

"Now don't worry, hunny, I'm going to be behind you all the way helping you along. Uh… Zuko? Would you stand where I have to so we know how far to go?"

"Now he's the groom?" Toph muttered to Suki.

Zuko had an eyebrow raised but he walked over to the spot Aang had been standing without complaint. He wanted to see what would happen next; he had a feeling it was going to be amusing. He shook his head as Aang went through his 'breathe and focus' routine again; she wasn't a wild horse, she was a human being.

He'd had his doubts about the marriage in the beginning because of her history but now he thought of it as just ridiculous. Aang was trying to change her into something she certainly was not. She seemed much freer when she was alone with him and not being told to focus and breathe and pack for their honeymoon up a mountain. Still, he knew how riled up she could get and so he had held his tongue as much as he could.

"Alright, baby, here we go. Sokka, start the music."

The organ started up and Suki and Toph once again made their way down the aisle. Aang stood behind Katara, murmuring things in her ear as she began to walk forward. She kept her eyes on the carpet, focusing on moving forward as Aang suggested. But looking down meant she had no idea how much further she had to walk, and so she looked up. Her blue eyes locked onto two gold ones that were watching her. As soon as she saw him, the deep breaths she had been taking were knocked out of her. With widening eyes she continued walking, now steady and unwavering, never looking away from Zuko's face.

"Great!" Aang enthused, jumping up to the pulpit as she rocked to a stop in the front of the church, facing Zuko. "Now the preacher is going to say…"

Her heart was beating too quickly in her chest as she stared at Zuko, unable to look away. She heard Aang's words as if they came from far, far away. The only two people in the universe were her and the man before her. His eyes were wide too, and he swallowed loudly, making her notice vaguely that his hands were shaking.

"And then he'll say 'You may kiss the bride'-"

That sentence rocked through to her brain, and she obediently leaned in, ready to comply. Zuko heard the sentence too, and his stomach contorted. She was the bride… And Aang had just said that he could…

"And then Sokka you-Katara?"

Sokka had already started happily playing when he heard Aang's horrified exclamation. He swivelled around in his seat and his hands froze, making complete silence suddenly engulf the church. Aang's mouth was hanging open and he seemed to have forgotten his own advice to breathe deeply as his face was turning slightly blue. His huge, hurt eyes were trained on Zuko who was, as he had been allowed to do, kissing the bride. Katara had dropped her flowers and was obviously kissing him back. After a moment they broke apart, both of them staring at each other, unsure and giddy.

"How long has this been going on?" Aang said in a strangled voice, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"For about a minute actually," Katara whispered back dumbly.

"It was much longer for me," Zuko mumbled.

"Really?" She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face at that.

"Right. Nice. Right." Aang unclenched his nose and then, without warning he punched Zuko through the face before storming out.

Zuko blinked, holding his nose but not uttering a sound. Sokka and the two bridesmaids followed him. Toph overtook Suki and Sokka as Zuko and Katara followed the procession out of the church.

"Wait!" Toph called to Aang. "Look, this might be a bit soon, but here's my number."

Aang shot her a scathing look, slammed the door to his car and sped away, seething. Sokka shot a look at Suki, who put her arms around Toph before the three walked off together. On the porch to the church Zuko and Katara turned towards each other again and for a moment they again just stared. Then suddenly their lips were entwined, hungrily searching. Katara's hands wove into Zuko's hair tightly and his hands crushed her to his chest as if he was never going to let go. Yet suddenly he broke off from her, staggering to the one side of the doorway while she stumbled to the opposite side.

"We have to talk about this," he panted.

"Yeah, talk," she agreed, just as breathless. She searched his face, trying to ignore the way her stomach lurched in happiness as she looked at him. "What're we going to do?"

He was silent but she could see he wanted to say something and yet was hesitating. She patiently stood and watched him mull over it. Finally she raised her eyebrows, coaxing him into telling her.

"Well…" he said uncertainly. "There's…" he swallowed. "There's going to be a wedding anyway…"

His eyes met hers and her heart nearly exploded with happiness. In an instant her arms were flung against his neck again and her lips were on his. For a while they just explored each other before she broke off and whispered in his ear.

"I'm not running this time. Promise."

Please review, I love reviews. And yes, I do know that the plot wasn't exactly the way the movie's went but I don't have it on DVD so I couldn't copy it to a T. Sorry for that, everybody.