The Future and the Past:(ATLA and LOK fanfic)

The Western Airtemple

I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender

Aang huffs as Katara stops him from exploring the Western Airtemple. "Aang, you can't just run away from this. You are the Avatar, and as so should be consulted in our next move." Aang of course knew she was right but still he just couldn't deal with it right now. All of this pressure and stress was making him want to rip his hair out (if he actually had hair).

"Well if you ask me our new plan is the old plan." Sokka exclaims as he stuffs some meat into his mouth. He then gestures to Aang with his drumstick and says with a mouth full, "You just need to master all of the elements before Sozin's comet comes and defeat the fore lord."

Aang sighs and sits down on a large flat stone that matched the walls of the old temple. He leans back and covers his eyes with his arm.

Katara sighs and looks sadly at the young man who had to grow up so fast. She felt sorry and wished she could help him. But the world was counting on that boy, and in a way so was she. Ever since Ba Sing Se Katara realized how much she really needed him.

" Sokka is right Aang, until we come up with a better one. The old plan is all we have." Katara informs him as she lays out Sokka's and her's sleeping bags.

"And how exactly do you suppose I do that?" Aang questions with a hint of sass in his voice. "Well I guess we can always look for Jeong Jeong." Katara replied.

Aang groans and flicks a tiny pebble as he says, "Yeah right, like we'll run into Jeong Jeong again." "Who is... Oh never mind if it's important I'll be told." Tops says while she picks at her toes.

"Oh sorry Toph, Jeong Jeong is... Aang are you alright?" Aang who had been listening to Katara talk to Toph. Had suddenly switched to listening to air waves.

Aang held up a hand to silence her. That's when Sokka and Toph got concerned. He could sense something was happening. They waited a second before the wind grew around them making it a little hard to see and hear.

"Ahh. Aang stop it with the wind." Sokka screamed and ran to protect his sister from flying debris. " It's not me Sokka it's something else." Aang desperately tried to calm the ever growing wind. The sky's that were clear a second ago were dark with clouds and lightning.

Then they heard people yelling and watched helplessly as the people started to fall from the clouds. There eyes followed them until, with a loud sound that would make anyone cringe. They hit the floor in front of the Gaang, where they laid still.

Among them were a water tribe girl that seemed to be about Zukos age, A man that was wearing air nomad clothing as well were three kids. The oldest of the three was a girl, then just a little younger of the three was another girl, then the very youngest was a boy. Laying next to the kids was a pregnant woman who was also wearing air nomad clothing.

Katara looked at Aang and with an expression that seemed to say what the hell just happened? Aang just looked at her and with a shrug of his shoulders he bent down and poked the large man.

The man groaned and opened his eyes and looked at Aang surprised and confused, "Father?"

Rate please! This is my first fan fiction so don't be to harsh but I definitely want to hear what you have to say.