Here are the 3 fanfictions created in 90 minutes for Event Week:

Black Teams (Led by Cat):

He could feel his arms.  Like a shock of electricity through his limbs, feeling filled the nerves of his body.  He tested the feeling of his fingers and toes by moving them beneath the sheet of his bed.  For a feeling that should have been so familiar it felt so foreign.  His fingers brushed soft bedding but this brought no comfort to him.

 He next moved to open his eyes.  He opened them only to slits and even the dim light of wherever he was brought a throbbing headache to his forehead and he shut them just as quickly.  He waited for the pain to subside before trying again.  After a few more tries he could force them to remain open but focusing them was another issue.

 He turned his head, in the corner propped against a chair was Sokka; he was asleep with his arms crossed lightly snoring.  Aang turned back to stare at the canvas above his head.  He was in a tent.  He didn’t bother to spend time examining it; he next tested his entire body by pushing himself up in bed.

 Nausea and head pains ensued but he ignored them and swung his legs over the side of his bed.  He looked down to find bandages around his torso and shoulders.  He studied them curiously.  What happened? He remembered there was lights….Dai Li agents fell from the ceiling like bats…

 Suddenly flashes dictated his mind’s eye: he said Katara, then himself in the Avatar State, a flash of lightning, then….nothing.  Blackness, emptiness.  He suddenly felt encased, he felt like he needed to get out.  He rushed passed Sokka stumbling from his weakened legs.  He didn’t care if he woke him….he had remembered what had happened.

 At the end he felt his trembling legs give out and he hit soft grass.  At least I know my nerves are working, he grumbled in his own mind as he massaged his elbows, which had broken his fall.  He cursed himself mentally but was relieved by the fresh air.

 “Aang?” a voice whispered breathlessly from somewhere in front of him.  He looked up reflexively at the sound of his voice.  Katara sat before a campfire, her clothes were torn but a cloak draped her shoulders reminding Aang of the chilling tempature. 

 Wordlessly she rose, pulled him to his feet, and hugged him tightly.  Aang stood there awkwardly.  Normally he would be all too willing to return her embrace but too much was happening and his nausea wasn’t helping.  When she finally released him, he turned to look at her with his eyes coming in and out of focus.

 “What happened?” he asked bringing his hand to his head.  He felt fuzzy prickles under his fingertips and immediate brought his other hand up to his head.  Again prickles poked his fingers.  “I have hair!” he exclaimed with a hoarse voice.  Katara motioned for him to join her by the campfire.

 “You’ve been asleep…” she began tensely.  Aang said nothing, baiting her to continue.  “You were hurt, badly.  I healed you but, you went into a sleep….I don’t understand what happened but it doesn’t matter: You’re awake!” she tried to sound cheerful but obviously a lot was eating at her. 

 Aang didn’t respond immediately, he digested the information.  He was hurt…Azula.  That much he remembered; that also brought about the memory of the Avatar State, what the Guru had said.  Love, a hinder to the Avatar State.  How could that be?  If the avatar was suppose to represent peace and balance, how could something so peaceful be considered a bad thing? 

 He needed to talk to someone, there were two people who came to mind.  One was beyond Aang’s knowledge and one, the one that sat right in front of him, was the one person he could not talk to.  She was the reason, she was the hinder.  How could he tell her that?

 “Katara?”  he began before he could stop himself.  She turned to him but did not speak.  “The Avatar State…” he began almost as if he was speaking to himself.

 "What about it?” she asked almost with malice, the anger being directed at the thought of the Avatar State not at the Avatar himself. 

 “Roku told me it was a defense mechanism, if that’s all it’s suppose to be then do you think I need it against the Fire Lord?” he asked staring at the churning fire that burned before him.  It crackled, filling the silence as Katara thought of how to word her answer.

 “I think there are some things in our world that our beyond our control and are meant to remain that way,” she said carefully, she knew a careless answer would quickly turn Aang against her. “I have faith in you, you.  Not the Avatar State or any supernatural power that comes with the title of Avatar.  I have faith in Aang,” she said softly. 

 He turned to look at her, for once able to focus his eyes and he took in her features.  Her sapphire eyes were warm and he felt safe, they were like his escape from it.  She loved him, whether as a brother or more, she loved him for him; and she had faith in him.  And that meant all the world to him.  He felt color rising in his cheeks as Katara was forced to turn her gaze away, she too had a shade of pink dashed across her cheeks.

 “Why do ask?” she asked him without daring to look at him.  He stammered, he had expected this question but not after what she had said.  He quickly racked through his mind for a response. 

 “Just uh….something the Guru told me,” he put simply.  He knew Katara was going to murder him if she ever found out the truth.  She turned to him again and stared into his eyes searching for a hint of falter or lies.  Even though Aang was certain he should signs, she either didn’t vocalize them or refused to accept the thought that he was lying to her. 

 “Well, well, well, look who finally decided to wake up,” a high-pitched voice rang from behind Aang.  He smiled, he recognized that voice.  “So sleeping beauty, have a nice three-week nap?” she asked, she emphasized the words “three-weeks.”

 “Three-weeks?!” he exclaimed and turned to Katara who smiled sheepishly before turning back to the fire.  Three-weeks….he didn’t have much time.  If the eclipse was coming at the end of summer then he had to heal fast if he was to be any use to anybody but the Fire Lord.

 “Don’t worry Aang,” Katara said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder, “First you need to heal, and then we’ll work on battle strategies.” It was as if she was reading his mind; he both hated that and loved it at the same time.  Silence fell for a few awkward seconds.  It was Toph who broke it.

 “Well when you two are done flirting with each other, someone might wanna check on Snoozles.  If he wakes up and finds Aang missing he might have a heart-attack,” and with that she walked off strutting leaving the two of them sitting there hot-faced and embarrassed. 

 But none of Toph’s comments could affect Aang.  Katara had understood, she had told him what he wanted to hear without him even having to tell her what he was talking about specifically.  He didn’t have to let her go because he didn’t need the abilities of the Avatar State, Katara believed in him and that was enough to make him believe in himself.  And most important of all.

 He was alive.

 Blue Teams (Led by Kolya)

"Sokka, save some for us!"
 "Sorry, Katara."

It had been a day since the massive battle down in the Crystal  Catacombs. Katara, weary of working on healing Aang, had been irritable the during time she wasn't healing. And in the meantime, Toph and Sokka bickered with each other constantly, though that wasn't very new. Hakoda, however,  found it inappropriate for the
 time. An irritable sister, a hungry big brother, a whiny but concerned blind Earthbender, and an uncouncious Avatar.
            “Sokka! Save some for the others.” Hakoda told Sokka.

 He willingly gave the little food that  he had to the others who then in turn began fighting over it again.

 “I need the food more!! I’ve been working harder than you have!” Toph scowled.

“Doing what?!” Sokka started, and the whole group  descended into turmoil once again.
 “Guys, please stop.”
 A faint voice came from the tent. All ruckus stopped as Katara,
 Sokka, Toph, and Hakoda ran into the tent. There was Aang, finally
 conscious after the battle.
 “Aang, how are you feeling?” Katara asked worriedly.
 “Not so great,” Aang moaned, “but I’d feel better if we could all
 just get along. The whole world is fighting, can’t there even be
 peace between friends?”

Sokka, Katara, and Toph all blushed, but none of them had the courage

to apologize for their childish behavior. Everyone was surprised
 when it was Sokka who spoke up,
            “You’re right Aang, we’re sorry. We’ve been focusing on fighting
 each other, but what we should be thinking about is fighting the fire
 nation.”
 Aang gave a weak smile and said,

“Though I doubt I’ll be ready to fight anyone soon.”

            “The boats are ready!” A Water tribe man called.

            “You need to rest as much as you can, Aang. We’ll take care of everything.” Katara soothingly reassured the Avatar, and with that, he was taken onboard, heard the sound for departure, and shut his eyes.

Everything would be fine…

Purple Teams (Led by Cubie)

Shield from the Storm

 CRACK!

 Lightning split the sky, illuminating the earth for a hovering moment in ghastly white light before vanishing back into the night. Aang shivered, but not from the cold or the rain. He hated being afraid like this, but ever since that day, thunderstorms had always sent chills up his back… and his scar. Squinting for a moment, he diverted his attention from the storm and reached behind him, feeling the warped skin of his back with one hand. It was an impressive scar (and could probably give Zuko’s a run for its money), and despite Katara’s regular administrations, it showed no signs of healing. Aang had accepted the scar for the most part, but during storms like these, all he could think of was the hot wave of light, blossoming from Azula’s fingertips, striking him through his leg and out his back, like a thousand knives stabbing from the inside out…

 The young Avatar shook his head quickly to clear the memories. He always got carried away like this. It was terrible. Oh, how he would love to be inside right now, warm and dry, and not plagued by waking nightmares. But unfortunately, situations wouldn’t allow anyone to enjoy their usual comforts, especially not the Avatar. Instead of being safely indoors with the ones he loved, Aang was stuck out in the pouring rain, sitting under a poorly constructed awning, waiting.

 Another bolt of lightning struck somewhere in the distance, branching out in brilliant white, jagged lines across the sky, causing Aang to jump involuntarily. It was then that he heard the scuff of a footstep behind him, and spun around. He didn’t want anyone to see him in his moment of weakness.

 Instantly, the color drained out of his face. Standing not three feet away was Katara, slightly bent over to get under the awning’s low roof. Her eyes betrayed her worry, and Aang instantly knew she had seen him flinch. He quickly turned away and stared back out into the darkness, berating himself.

 “Room for one more?” Katara’s voice was quiet; barely audible over the rain. Aang didn’t reply. Hesitantly, she kneeled down beside him and looked out into the rain as well. “Toph and the other scouts should be back soon… I thought you might be lonely, keeping watch all by yourself.” She waited for a moment, but Aang said nothing. “I… brought you some food, from the camp. It’s not hot, but it’d be difficult to have a fire in this weather. Not to mention the risk…”

 Aang sighed; fire was just another comfort they had to do without. The glow or the smoke might betray their position. After a minute, he turned. Katara was holding out a parcel, a sad smile on her face. Aang couldn’t muster the strength to smile back. “Thanks,” he managed, and took the food. Underneath the wrapping was a small loaf of bread that was partially hard, and some berries. Meager, but it was thoughtful of her. “Really.”

 Katara smiled again and turned back to the rain. “So,” she ventured, cautiously. “You’re still bothered by the storms?”

 Aang closed his eyes. Well, there was no point hiding it from her. “Yeah. I can’t believe I’m scared by something so… so childish.”

 “What was it you used to tell me? We are kids. It’s all right.” Katara nodded, reassuringly.

“No, it’s not.” Aang muttered. “And I’m not a kid. I’m the Avatar. I shouldn’t be weak. I shouldn’t be scared by such stupid things.”

 It took a moment for him to realize that Katara had moved, and put one of her hands on his. He must have been numb, from the cold. He looked down at her hand, dark against his own, as she spoke. “Just because you’re the Avatar, it doesn’t mean you’re not human. It doesn’t mean you have to pretend to be something you’re not. You have feelings, like all of us.”

 “But,” he faltered, still looking at her hand. “I have to be strong, for everyone. The Resistance needs someone to believe in so we can keep going… keep fighting this war. If I’m not strong, they won’t be able to fight, and we’ll never get to the Fire Lord in time.”

 Katara’s hand was warm… It was bringing the feeling back into his fingers. “You can’t be strong all of the time. Eventually, you’ll get yourself hurt, and then the Resistance won’t have anything to believe in. Aang… We care about you. I care about you. And you should care about yourself, too.”

 Aang sighed, and the effort caused his shoulders to shake. “I’m sorry, Katara.”

 Katara smiled, and held his hand in her own. The two of them sat together, shielded against the rain, waiting. And as they sat there, Aang knew that, even if he was afraid of the storms in his future, it would be all right, as long as he had someone beside him who cared…