Sokka squirmed and wriggled deeper into his sleeping bag, seeking warmth.
It was cold.
Much too cold.
The distant sound of chirping birds announced the unwelcome presence of morning.
Sokka groaned and rolled over. He only wanted to sleep. Why couldn't the universe at least grant him that?
Nobody really seemed to care what he wanted anyway.
After that whole pirate predicament, Katara had been up at dawn every day, practicing her new waterbending techniques with Aang and making an unnecessary racket in the process.
In fact, he could hear her getting up even now, making obnoxious rustling noises and muttering to herself. Loudly.
"Ungh. Shut up, Katara. I'm trying to sleep!"
"Shut up, Sokka. I'm not Katara."
With yet another groan, Sokka ducked his head into his sleeping back in an attempt to block out further noises intended to distract him from sleep.
It took him about five whole seconds to fully comprehend what had just been said.
Sokka suddenly sat bolt upright and glared at the strange girl sorting through their supplies bags.
"Hey!" he cried out, leaping to his feet (still in his sleeping bag, mind you).
The weird girl didn't even look up as he hopped over to her, a scowl set on his face.
"Hey!" He said again, "I don't know who you think you are, but this campsite is reserved by us- and that's my stuff you're going through!"
The girl just rolled her eyes as if he couldn't have made a stupider statement.
"I know." She said simply, and went back to rifling through his bag.
"Are you listening to me? Stop trying to steal my stuff!"
"I'm not trying to thief your stuff. There's nothing worthwhile to steal in here. I'm just looking for a pen and a piece of paper."
Sokka blinked. "Oh..Well, what do you need a piece of paper so bad for anyway?"
The girl's head snapped toward him in an impossibly creepy manner, and Sokka cowered under her gaze.
"..MUST...WRITE...FANFICTION..."
She turned back to the bag and proceeded to ignore him.
Sokka shook himself and shuddered for a moment before regaining his..."Sokka-ness", and returned to glaring at her.
"Fanfikshawhat now? Listen, lady, I don't know what you're talking about, but didn't your parents ever teach you that it's rude to-"
"Sokka? What's going on?"
Aang had sat up from his resting spot beside Appa and was now rubbing his eyes sleepily.
He yawned and looked around until his gaze finally fell on the weirdo girl.
A boyish smile lit up his features immediately.
Airbending himself to a standing position, he leapt forward and beamed at the girl (who was still too busy digging through Sokka's stuff to pay attention).
"Sokka! You didn't tell me you had a friend around here!" He said brightly, although his expression changed to one of confusion a moment later.
"Um, why is she going through your bag?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out!"
At this point she had succeeded in grabbing hold of a pen and paper and had plunked herself down on the nearest rock, scribbling furiously.
"So who is she?"
"I don't know!"
"Guys, could you keep it down?"
Katara had emerged from her bedroll, frowning and looking vaguely annoyed.
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Sokka, wondering why the heck he was standing around yelling in his sleeping bag, when she caught sight of the stranger.
"Um, who's she?"
"She's Sokka's friend." Aang answered.
"SHE IS NOT!"
Suddenly the girl jumped up, making them all give a start.
She folded the paper in her hands and tucked it away in her pocket, smiling round at them all as she did so.
"So," she said, clapping her hands and rubbing them together, "Now that that's out of my head, I believe it's time for some re-re-introductions."
She pointed to each individual in turn as she sounded off their names.
"Sokka, Katara, Aang, Momo and Appa. I'm sure you'll all remember me." She grinned.
The Gaang all glanced at one another and shook their heads.
The girl's grin melted away and was immediately replaced by a scowl.
"Oh, come on! Fleeps, why does this happen every time? It's me!"
They stared blankly.
"Spry!"
An awkward silence.
Spry glared at them until a sudden idea occurred to her. She dug around in her pocket until she found what she was looking for.
"Well, maybe THIS will refresh your memory!" She cried, pulling out a knife and brandishing it before their faces.
Sokka squealed like a little girl and dove behind Katara for protection.
Spry frowned. "Relax. It's not a knife, it's a letter opener. Sheesh, you guys are so dated."
She magically produced an envelope (which was actually already opened, causing her to frown deeper and put away the kni- uh, letter opener) and pulled from out of it a sheet of paper, which she stuck in front of Katara's nose.
"Read it." She ordered, and watched smugly as Katara began to read.
" 'Weird Crazy Maniac,
We can't take it any more. Please stay away from us at all times at at least a ten mile radius. We can no longer endure your screaming, insanity, random comments and obvious mental issues possibly involving rabies.
Please, please, PLEASE stay as far away from us as is physically possible.
The Gaang'."
Katara winced. "Who in the world is 'The Gaang'?" She said, looking around at them all.
"Oh."
Sokka peeked at the note over Katara's shoulder.
"Well, I don't remember writing that." He said stubbornly.
Spry snatched the note out of Katara's hand. "That's because you didn't. Katara did. Sheesh, and they call me crazy."
"And what was that part about crazy maniacs, screaming and rabies?" Said Aang, scratching his bald head.
"What? Oh, nothing." Spry answered with an added-on sniff. She refolded the note and hid it again within one of her pockets (Sokka was beginning to notice she had quite a few).
Turning her attention back to the confused trio, she smiled a random smile.
"If you guys still don't believe me, I have further evidence on my laptop."
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Sokka screeched suddenly, "If you had a laptop the whole time, then why did you need to dig through my stuff for some paper? Huh?"
"Wha? Oh, yeah, Well, I kinda temporarily misplaced it or something."
Sokka's face turned so red with rage she was afraid his face might explode.
She scooted a little farther away from him just in case.
Ignoring him, Katara crossed her arms and stared at Spry with "unconvinced" practically written all over her face.
"So tell me then, 'Spry'," she said, "What exactly are you doing here?"
"I actually came to get you guys to write a fanfiction with me." Spry answered, and grinned evilly. She might as well sieze the chance while none of them seemed to be able to remember her or her fanfictions.
"Sure thing!" Aang answered cheerily. "The Avatar's here to help. What exactly do we do?"
"Aang," said Katara, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I don't know about this. We should probably get going as soon as possible, and-I mean- she's kind of.." She glanced at Spry and made a weird face, which in itself was enough to prove her point.
"Don't worry!" Spry jumped in, "All you need to do is let me come with you."
Sokka and Katara exchanged glances and both turned to Aang, who nodded eagerly.
"Okay. I guess the more, the merrier, right? Do you have any bending skills?"
Spry took a very long time to answer. She looked around shiftily before saying slowly, "Um...Yes. I am... an all powerful PLOTBENDER! MWAHAHA! FEEL MY WRATH!"
Complete and utter silence.
Spry looked around at them all. "What?"
Sokka turned toward the other two. "I'm having second thoughts about this."
"WELL, YOU'RE TOO LATE!" Spry practically screamed in his face. To prove her point, she sprinted toward Appa, ran up his tail and planted herself firmly on his back.
Shaking her head, Katara moved to go pack up camp. Aang followed suit, while Sokka collapsed back onto the ground and attempted to catch some well-earned zzz's.
Spry grinned to herself and pulled from her pocket a clipboard, on which she checked one item off the list. She giggled in a way that suggested damage to the brain and said out loud, "This is going to be fun!"
Sokka groaned. "Shut up."
Spry smiled. These fictional characters had no idea what they'd gotten themselves into.
