I've been tossing this idea around for a while and wanted to put it to "paper". It will be kinda on the short side and will include lots of flashbacks to what exactly happened between Sokka, Suki and Zuko.

This chapter is short but there will be more.

"Your majesty, he is not answering the door. There is just a lot of yelling."

"Well did you try to break it down?" It occurred to Zuko that asking this small mousey assistant to break down the door would have been just like asking him to fly. He shook his head and looked at the door as they arrived at it. "Sokka?" He knocked on the door twice, then pulled his hand back waiting for a response.

Nothing.

"He has been like this for two days; since the announcement."

"And he's not left the room?" Zuko's hand went to the door knob, feeling the tension of the lock as he tried to open it. He just had to have a hinged wood door and not a sliding one like everyone else did.

He shook his head, "Not at all. I did not know he had that much alcohol."

Zuko pounded on the door again, with the side of his fist this time. "Open the damn door Sokka!"

Again, nothing.

Zuko turned around and took a few steps back and motioned for the assistant to move of of the way. One he had done so Zuko charged the door with one shoulder hitting just above the center of the door. The door jam gave way and the door popped open. Zuko stood up and looked into the living room of Sokka's apartment. What he saw made his face draw into as uncomfortable and awkward frown.

"You broke... My FUCKING door." Sokka was standing in the center of the room, totally naked, his hair down and in dirty clumps all around his head, a bottle of what Zuko assumed was very strong alcohol in his hands.

Zuko turned back to the assistant and motioned for him to leave, that he had this. He closed the door behind him, securing it the best that he could.

"Don't just think that you can come in here... and make me some tea and have everything be ok." Sokka yelled at him before taking another swig of his drink. "Cause that is not how it works!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared daggers at Zuko.

Zuko said nothing as he walked over to the sofa on the far side of the room, finding a pair of Sokka's pants. He went to Sokka who was muttering something about Ember Island and threw the pants over his shoulder before taking his drink.

"Thats mine!"

"You're going to kill yourself." Zuko walked into the kitchen of his apartment and smelled the liquid in the bottle. He guessed from the way that it made his hair follicles hurt that the stuff was strong. He sat it in the cabinet that the other liquor was kept, nothing that Sokka was almost out.

The kitchen was a mess, like the rest of the place. It was apparent that he had been living in these confined quarters for a few days. It stunk of smoke, sweat, and booze. It reminded him a seedy bar that Sokka had dragged him to once. He knew that Sokka, who was talking to himself about something in the living room, needed to eat. He put a kettle of water on the stove to heat up before scrounging around the kitchen for food. He found some bread and sliced meat and figured that it would be enough. He threw these onto a plate just as the water was boiling. He found to mugs and filled them with the water. He reached into one of his pouches and pulled out the small brown bag that continued his emergency tea supply. He smiled to himself as he put the small tea bags into the cups, amused at just how handy this ration had become over the past few years. He gathered both the cups into his hand, the plate in the other and walked into the living room.

Sokka was clothed in the pants he had been provided, and was sitting on the sofa with another bottle of something or other in his hands. Zuko cursed under his breath as he sat the cups and plate down on the side table, then took the bottom from Sokka. "You need to quit drinking." He sat the bottle down and then gave Sokka the plate of food and cup of tea.

"I told you that tea will not help."

"And your right, it will not." He sat down in the chair next to the sofa, taking his cup of tea in his hand. "However we need to talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about." Sokka snarled, eating some of the bread.

"Actually there is."

"So talk about what you think we should talk about." Sokka sipped his tea and felt a little bit of pleasure at the taste of something that was not alcohol in his tongue. He looked over at his friend the Fire Lord. It made him cringe a little bit to admit that he was in fact quite handsome. Even his one imperfection, the scar on the one side of his face, gave him a mysterious and alluring quality. He always felt like crying when he looked at him; knowing that he had lost the love of his life to this handsome and powerful fire bender.

Zuko sighed, looking over at Sokka. He still had nothing but respect for the tall Water Tribe man and thought of him as one of his best friends. It is what made this situation worse, but one that needed to be addressed none the less. Things were about to change after all and Zuko could not live with this cloud that hung over them any longer. He spoke in a firm but soft voice for maximum impact. "I'd like to talk about the fact that you are still in love with my wife."