AuthorNotes: So this was originally a RP starter, but with a bit of tweaking, I figured it would make an alright one-shot fanfic.. Its supposed to be a little while after the series ends. You have to imagine that not everything did work out so happily between Katara and Aang, though the reason why is up to you to decide for yourself. Reviews are like sparkly scented gel-pens when you're nine.. So get reviewing! Just a few words or if you're feeling amazing, a bit more… Thanks for readin' (:

So this was it. This was what life ultimately boiled down to. Past actions did count, so Katara was left in such a suppressed wreck, repeating the scene she had only just been involved in......

*FLASHBACK*

"Katara... We have something we wanted to tell you...."

Katara had arched a dark eyebrow, watching her brother practically explode with excitement. He had been hopping from foot to foot, a stupid grin on his lean face as he glanced down to his girlfriend beside him. With an arm around her slim waist, his features conveyed extreme pride, a strange glow radiating from Suki's heart-shaped face.

"SUKI'S PREGNANT!"

Evidently, Sokka had just had word vomit. Blurting the words out, he had removed his arm from Suki's waist in order for him to dramatically gesticulate in order to illustrate his words. Even at his age, Sokka's voice still tended to get a little squeaky, such as the previous instant, his voice cracking momentarily. He was seventeen now; a water-tribe warrior still awkward in the throes of puberty.

Katara had blinked a few times, staring from figure to figure. She had been brought away from her healing tent by a serene Suki who had notified her that Sokka had requested to see her. She had treaded along the crusty white snow to arrive at the far side of the camp, where, built against the wall was a large snow hut; the leader of the Southern Water Tribe's abode.

She had been told to sit down, and that was when her suspicions had been arisen... Then, before she knew it, she was a future auntie.

It had been a lot to take in, but like the compassionate girl she'd always been, she'd erupted with happiness for both her brother and his betrothed. Hugs and kisses had been shared alongside with swift parting words.

*END FLASHBACK*

It was a joyous occasion and the whole village would no doubt be delighted to hear the news. However, as Katara walked, she couldn't help but feel a deep, knot form in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy. Many men had attempted to gain her blessings but Sokka would have none of it. No man would prove worthy unless Katara found him so. So far none had, so Sokka had rather sensitively so, never mentioned the notion that Katara was reaching her betrothal age as each day passed.

Stopping in her tracks, the young water-bender took a deep breath in before letting her bright blue eyes settle on the abandoned fire-nation vessel wreck. It seemed so long ago. When Katara and Aang were mere strangers, exploring the ship with childish curiosity.

Wiping with a blue mitten a tear that idly rolled down her cheek, Katara held back the need to sob. A need to sob not for the words said, but for the words that never were.

So should I leave it as a one-shot or continue it?