A Lil' Sukka to Keep You Going-A Sukka Oneshot

Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA…at all…

A/N: I really felt like writing about Sokka coz there's just something so loveable about him don't ya think? And who better to place in this little scenario than Suki? This is my lame attempt at not so frequent humour:) Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, thanks a mil.

Enjoy.

"Please remind me why I'm doing this?"

Suki politely sniggered to herself.

"Come on, Sokka. What kind of a warrior are you?"

The comment stung.

"Well, you know?" he was at a loss for words.

She looked at him expectantly. He shifted his vision from Suki to his feet. He mumbled something.

"What was that?"

He mumbled his reply, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. Suki folded her arms in annoyance.

"Seriously, you're going to need to speak up," she demanded.

"I can't meet your parents!" he groaned. "I'm not all stately and civilized and Katara always has something to say about my personal hygiene! They're going to think I'm a, a-"

"Sokka seriously," Suki could not hide the laughter this time. "My parents will love you!"

He finally looked up at her, stubborn-faced.

"How do you know?"

Suki was still smiling. She did not understand a thing.

"Well for one they're my parents. Besides, you've done and faced greater things."

Sokka's lower lip jutted out as he muttered, "Yeah, like what?"

"Well for one, you helped Aang end the war?"

"So did you," he grumbled.

"You also went through the humiliation of wearing our Kyoshi Warrior outfits all for the sake of becoming a better warrior!" That was bound to inspire him.

"You made me put that thing on!"
She shot him a threatening look but it quickly slipped off her face when another argument came to mind.

"You risked your safety by learning the way of the sword from Master Piandao but you were also human enough to admit to him that you're Water Tribe." Suki waited confidently for him to give him. She was certain she had gotten through to him. Sokka let her words roll around his mind for a while. He sighed.

"Suki, I know I did all that stuff but what does any of that mean?"

She flinched in surprise. He was still upset after the ego stroking? Maybe that was not the problem, maybe something bigger was worrying Sokka than his hygiene or his manner.

"I could have been a total jerk while I was doing all that stuff. I don't want your parents to get the wrong idea about me."

Suki finally understood. She took Sokka's hand and said, "Sokka, my parents would never get the wrong idea about you. That's the best thing about you: you're always yourself. No matter what, you never let yourself down by trying to impress anyone. My parents are going to see the real Sokka because that's the only Sokka there is. That's the Sokka I'm in love with."

He allowed a grin to form on his face.

"Aw thanks Suki."

"And I thank you," she bowed. "So, are we doing this?"

He nodded self-assuredly, "Yes, we're doing this."

As Suki led him in, an idea popped into his mind.

"Um, Suki?"

"Yeah?"

"If the whole 'being myself' thing doesn't work, could you make up something, something awesome about me like my unbelievable dance moves or…my amazing artistic skills?"

"Sokka as an artist? Nope, your art would just make them hate you even more. I think meat and sarcasm are damaging enough."