Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters nor do I own the Titanic and its storyline.

Summary: AU. Tokka. Based loosely off the Titanic. On the maiden voyage of the Avatar, two very different people fall in love. But society as well as luck is against them as they try to cope with it all.

"Ehh, there's nothing so special about this one," the man grumbled, stepping out of the carriage he had previously been riding in and out in full view of the ship. The sunlight gleamed onto the shiny silver-gray exterior of the metal boat, practically blinding the thousands of people gathered around for its maiden voyage. Tall, never-ending pillars mounted their way up into the sky, and the sounds of talking deafened his ears. "It looks just like that other one. . . What was its name? The Seko? The Zeko?"

"The Zuko, I believe it was," the man's fiancée corrected, holding out her hand for him to take. He obliged half-heartedly, the scowl still present on his handsome face. Their linked hands made it easier for the young woman to exit the vehicle. "And besides, you are most definitely mistaken. The Avatar is the ship of dreams. It's over a hundred feet longer than that other ratty old thing. I heard that the Avatar has—"

The man tuned out the chattering of his soon-to-be-wife and stared out into the distance. He could admit that the Avatar was a rather magnificent ride, and that it did look suitable for one of vast wealth. But he couldn't hide the sinking feeling that something bad would happen. . . something horribly wrong. Shaking his head rather roughly to calm himself down, he turned to face the woman next to him and started listening again.

"And not only that, it is virtually unsinkable. The Avatar himself wouldn't be able to sink this ship, even if it was named after him," she laughed heartily at her joke, never once losing her slightly over-confident posture. She looked up at him, her sparkling eyes suddenly dimming. "Hello? Sokka?" she looked up at the sky and sighed, "Kyoshi, you can be so hard to please."

As soon as the words escaped the young woman's lips, another answer echoed through the crowd. "You can say that again!"

The answer came from a girl with a striking resemblance to the man Sokka, from her perfectly tanned skin to her large cerulean eyes. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a tight braid that was flying behind her as she ran, and her blue skirts flared about her well-shaped figure as she ran toward them. A short bald man with blue tattoos trailed after her, while at the same time instructing a porter where to take the luggage.

"Speak of the devil," Sokka's fiancée muttered, tightening her grip on her soon-to-be-husband's arm. Many people, herself included, looked down upon Katara, not counting her brother of course. Katara had basically been disowned after her secret elopement with the Air Nomad Aang, and she had what many people knew as 'new money.' Aang was a rich nobleman who loved to travel the world, something the other rich disliked, taking his wife with him to gamble and earn what they could. The two were extremely wealthy, but viewed by the public as a disgrace.

"Hey, Suki!" she called out as she skidded to a halt in front of the two lovers. Her husband soon mimicked her movements and the two couples both were standing face-to-face.

The fiancée, Suki, kept her composure as she looked from Aang to Katara. "Yes?"

"Yeah, like you were saying. Sokka's never happy with anything he gets. Well, since Mother died anyway," she laughed giddily, wrapping her arm around the bald man's waist. "I just hope you're ready to take on the challenge of being his wife."

Sokka laughed dryly, staring at his sister with a brotherly, playful anger. "Yes, I'm sure she'd love that." His glare told her to quiet down, and he grinned at Suki. "Don't believe what she says. You know Katara, always a kidder!" His voice was heavy with hidden sarcasm, and he smiled. "Let's just go."

Suki glowed seeing that her fiancée was back to his normal self, and looked back to Katara. "I do hope we'll see you on the Avatar. It may be hard because it's so crowded. . . ." Her voice trailed off where she meant for the conversation to end.

"Don't worry about it," Aang jumped in cheerfully, unknowing to Suki's distaste for him. "We're in the room next to yours and we'll be at the same table as you for dinner every night." His grin was contagious, and Katara leaned her head on his shoulder with a huge smile on her own face.

"Yes, that's grand," Suki muttered. "Come on, honey." Nodding at his fiancée and her leadership abilities, Sokka followed. His mood was feeling dark and he felt like screaming. Why he always had to follow her lead was beyond his control, yet he had to remain unnerved because of the money problems.

When one looked at him, they would think of him as an idol, a role model, one with the ranking of an Avatar, even. He was, outwardly, everything that a rich leader of the Water Tribe should have been—tough, handsome, poised, and a leader of the people. Inside, though, he was just a man who wanted to be normal, free like his sister and unchained by the duty of his father.

"Stop acting like we're going to your execution," Suki told him playfully. "You're being too. . . Oh, what's the word?"

"Weird?" Katara offered playfully, her hand intertwined with Aang's.

Ignoring her, she snapped her fingers with her free hand. "Dramatic."

"Dramatic?" Sokka asked slowly.

"Yes! We're on the only ship good enough to hold the rich like us, and you're acting like it's a bad thing."

"Well, sor-ry," he muttered sardonically, pulling his arm away from her.

Sighing, she corrected herself. "Sorry, I know you don't like it when I mention my family's large and vast"—she caught his glare and hastily continued—"fortune."

"Mmm," Sokka nodded distractedly. Katara gave him a look that reminded him of their father's financial problem before she and Aang rushed up ahead of the two and their argument.

"I don't know why I put up with you!" Suki said loudly.

Realizing his mistake, he looked at her directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about what I would try to buy for you—I mean, for you, it has to be beautiful and expensive."

Lacing her fingers around his arm and snuggling her face into his chest, she sighed in relief. "I love you."

Pretending not to hear so he had no need to answer, they started toward the ship's entrance, both awed by the magnificent beauty of the structure.

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"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" a heavily accented man shouted angrily, banging his hands on the table. "You are so stupid! Betting our tickets like that! The Avatar's going to leave soon and we gambled our stupid tickets!" He had dark black hair and gold eyes that looked to be on fire because of his anger. He was yelling to his gaming parter who had a calm and peaceful look on his face.

"Nephew," he said placidly, "you lost our money earlier. I was simply trying to get it back." He was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bench in the dirty pub, his eyes closed and his hands hidden in his large sleeves.

"Iroh," he started slowly, on the brink of losing control. "I spent the money to buy some extra bags for our luggage. You decided that we should play cards and gamble off our tickets."

"Yes, but—" the white-haired man was interrupted by their opponent.

"Are you two losers done arguing?" a young woman taunted, a large grin splattered across her face. "'Cuz if you are—which you are now—you're gonna deal out the next set." The girl had long black hair pulled back in a very sloppy, and rather unkempt, bun. She was covered in dirt and was decked out in all green. Her large eyes were not only color blind, but damaged beyond normal, and everything she saw tended to be blurred beyond regular eye perception.

The loud whistle of the Avatar and its soon departure signaled through the building and a large number of people hustled out. It was almost time for the ship to leave port.

The raven-haired man glared at her and slammed another card on the table. "There. Happy?" When the girl said nothing, he took a risk and looked at his own card. Sweat dotted his forehead as he looked directly into the eyes of the challenger. The girl. Her pale green eyes focused on nothing, betraying nothing. He cursed under his breath.

The swear caused Iroh to open his eyes, and the older man looked at his nephew's cards. His eyes widened with shock before he returned to his calm, meditating position. "Zuko," he said as calmly as he could muster, "I suggest you—"

"Don't tell me what to do!" he snapped. Trying to seem more confident, though he had already lost his posture, he placed another coin on the center of the table, where the tickets and other money sat.

The girl had an evil smile on her face, the cards in her hand teasing the two across from her. "Ready to lose?"

Zuko licked his lips nervously, eying her cards as he shook his head. Voice uneven, he answered, "I should be saying that to you."

Her smile simply grew in length as the sound of the Avatar's whistle echoed once again, the final warning. "The moment of truth then."

Gulping, Zuko placed his cards on the table. Iroh sighed wistfully as he stared uneasily at the girl.

Smacking her cards on the table so hard that it shook, she shouted, "Full house, boys!"

The two men stared disbelievingly at the cards, then at her, then at the cards again. Her head tilted backward as she laughed loudly. Scooping up her winnings, she dumped them in a bag around her waist.

"No! No! No!" Zuko cried out, slamming his hands onto the table and standing up. "I want a rematch!" His eyes were on fire and his hands were balled into fists by his sides.

"It may be a little too late for that, Zuko," Iroh sighed. "The Avatar is going to leave now."

Tears fell from the two men's eyes as the situation suddenly dawned on them. They had just lost in a card game against a near-blind girl. Now they were stuck on the Fire Nation land for another month.

"Never play against Toph Bei Fong," she told them with another loud laugh, making her way toward the door. Her green eyes locked directly with theirs for a moment before she nodded and added, "You're gonna lose."

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The young girl's ebony-colored hair flew out sloppily behind her as her bare feet padded against the ground. The loud whistle chimed again, most likely for the last time, signaling the ship's departure. She dug her hand around the inside of the bag around her waist, checking for the two tickets she had just won. Grinning when she located them, she sped up in her running. It was getting late and the Avatar was probably going to leave soon if it hadn't already. "Damn," she muttered angrily, shaking her head with annoyance.

Loud shouts echoed through the air as she ran, and she suddenly found herself smack in the middle of a crowd of people. Her face flushed with anger and haste, she pounded forward. Elbows dug into her sides as she used her hands—balled into fists so she could get to the Avatar faster—to plummet through the enormous group of people. Her feet crushed those of others as theirs did the same for her, and she squinted her eyes as though it would help her already impaired vision.

"Last call!" a man's voice rang through the air, and Toph felt her heart speed up at the sound of the call. This was it. If she didn't make it. . .

Her feet pounded against the ground and she gave one last burst of speed and energy. "Wait!" she called out. "I'm a passenger!"

Dodging the luggage of a person near to her, she practically jumped onto the dock. "Wait!" Screeching to a halt, she waved the tickets in front of the man. "See?" she panted, tired from all of her running.

Raising an eyebrow, the man looked at her questioningly. "You've been through the inspection?"

"Of course!" she lied, plastering a grin on her face and tilting her head to the side innocently.

Still not completely convinced, the man sighed. "Yes, very well. Come aboard."

Nodding and smiling at the same time, she clambered onto the ship, the blurred images causing her to stumble.

As soon as she regained her balance, another man came to look at her ticket, or rather, tickets.

"Iroh?" he asked suspiciously.

"Oh, uhh, yes," she said with an easy smile, for lying was like a second nature to her. "That's my last name."

"Zuko?" he read off of the other ticket, losing the small thread of belief he held that she was boarding legally.

"Umm, yes, well. . . ." she thought quickly. "That's my other last name."

"Right," the man said sarcastically. "You think I'm that stupid?"

"Yes," she muttered under her breath, so quietly hardly anyone could hear.

"What?" he snapped angrily.

"I'm married!" she shouted suddenly, loudly.

Her loud scream silenced a majority of the people on board. Many heads turned to face her. A group of people nearby heard and stared at the short girl quizzically.

Blushing furiously, she snatched the tickets back from the man. "One of those was for my husband."

"And where is he?"

She looked up skyward, remaining unblinking so that tears would spring from her eyes before she went back to face the man. "With the spirits up there." She sniffled. "I need a moment here, hold on."

Still unbelieving, the man looked at her again. "How old are you?"

Debating on whether to lie about her age, she finally answered truthfully, "Seventeen." After all, a majority of people married earlier than she claimed to have been.

"Well. . . ." the man scratched his chin.

The boat suddenly lurched forward, causing the man to lose his balance and giving Toph a chance to run.

"Later!" she shouted, running off in the direction of the downward stairs.

The Avatar set sail.

Well, tell me what you think. (And I'd like the truth, please.) I want to know exactly what needs to be changed and if you think I should continue. I'm not too happy with it, but everything that I wrote is for the reader. What do you think? (And for criticizing, try to keep it out of flame form. I don't accept those.)

The idea to make a Titanic-based Avatar parody came to me when I was waiting for my mom to choose her glasses at LensCrafters. (Don't know how, so don't ask.) I kept asking the Magic 8 Ball (My sister had one in her pocket. Again, don't ask.) whether or not I should write it. I always got forms of 'Yes' or 'Try again', so after much idea-polishing I came up with this.

If you have any questions (or suggestions), let me know. (Don't mention that the Magic 8 Ball story creeped you out or something. It scared me too, and I was the one going through with it!)

-Sophia