Title: Keep Holding On
Word count: 230 Rating: G Warnings: only if you hate the repetition of ideas
Notes: For awhile I was pondering how the heck I could write a drabble for the challenge radiantbeam, daydream and I (catalyst) have at Distant Horizons Forum (where we have to write a Sokkai drabble for…January 10th or something like that; I forget.) But one day, I just got the most brilliant idea for it and I hope you enjoy—even though you may not support Sokkai.


Keep Holding On

The first time they met was as enemies. She was flinging daggers at him (finally some excitement) and he was running away, trying to avoid being a live shish cabob. (I swear, any closer and I would have been one ear less)

The first time they talked wasn't very peaceful. He was hanging upside down from a tree, praying for his life (blast my bad karma) as she stood there amused (Those abs are almost as defined as Zuko's).

The first time they kissed was an accident, involving the game of truth or dare and a very persistent sister. (That didn't just happen, did it?)

The first time they loved was not towards one another. They held to the past stubbornly, their own relationship at a standstill. (Why won't he let go of her already? She's dead and gone) (Why does she still pin for him even knowing that he doesn't love her?)

The first time they separated was like the end of the world. (Don't leave me; I can't afford to lose anyone else) (I can take care of myself—I'll come back safely into his arms, why can't he see that?)

And so it is only appropriate that the last time they are together they finally see how similar they truly are. As the fighting fades into a blur around them, they hold each other in their arms and promise to never let go.