Notashippernotashippernotashipper!
I wrote this directly after the airing of "Sokka's Master". And yeah, I know, I promised some of you that I'd have something new up by September (last month), but I didn't want to force a story and have it come out sounding half-assed, alright?
My name may start with an "M", but it is not Mike or Bryan (or Nickelodeon, for that matter). So, I don't own it.
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"Well if you miss him so much, why don't you marry him!" With those few stupid, stupid words came a gushing of humiliating little thoughts and musings, memories and wishings-upon-stars-you-can't-see. Things she thought she'd forgotten for good all came pounding back into the open, beating against her chest and knocking her heart out of sync, flooding her face with a blotchy sunburnt heat she knew as a tell-all blush...
When she'd called his name in the Serpents Pass, he'd called back. She knows he would have come for her.
After that day, those long hours in a real metal cage, he'd let her lean on him without comment. She knew, no words needed, that he understood.
He chose to stick around with the little blind girl, during the Battle of Ba Sing Se. From that, she knew he trusted her as a partner more than Aang, the Avatar.
Most, of all his personality's twists, she loved the way he could make her laugh, laugh enough to forget her grief and feel wanted for once. When your laughing, he once told her, you can't be afraid.
Aang, Katara and him, they were her family. But Sokka, he was her best friend.
She rolled over ungracefully to hide her blush from a put-out Katara and an unmoved and painfully bored Aang. "Fine" she whispered, "I will."