A/N: I really probably shouldn't be starting this, but I'm on a three-day weekend and I couldn't resist! Here's a little teaser for you guys to get started on...review...and don't forget to leave a prompt! I'll take just about any main ship...several minor ones are okay also. Friend-to-friend shipping is what I do best, though I'm up for any challenge you feel like throwing!! All drabble-shots will be under 800 words...which will be a major challenge for me anyway, so chuck 'em! Throw 'em! Shoot 'em out of a cannon! Whoo!

Disclaimer: This collection is strictly fanfiction, I have nothing to do whatsoever with the creators of Avatar and I'm not making any money off of this...whatchamacallit. This idea was inspired by Domestic Servant, whose fics you all should go and read...especially if your up for crack, because it's absofantastiposolutely! That makes no sense! Oh well! I take no credit for the actual concept of this collection!!

Short

"Hey, Sokka, can I ask you a question?"

The warrior glanced up from where he had been lying on his stomach sprawled on the floor, a map-scroll laid out flat before him. Meeting his friend's earnest gaze, Sokka patted the space beside him and sat up, pushing the scroll away. His eyebrows twitched knowingly in a comical expression. "Sure, Aang, why not? I have nothing else to do. What is it you need from the Therapist today?"

Aang took a seat on the stone floor beside the water tribesman, folding his legs beneath him in a lotus position. Opening his mouth in a toothy smile, the airbender's expression suddenly soured, and he glanced sideways at Sokka. In a very serious manner, he stated, "Screaming into a sheep will not help me, Sokka. It didn't before, and it won't now."

The warrior held his palms forward with an indignant huff. "Hey, who said you should scream into a sheep? There are much better things to scream into...here--try this pillow!" He promptly shoved a green, gold-hemmed floor cushion into Aang's face.

"Wait!" the airbender protested, holding up his arms defensively, "You haven't heard my problem yet!"

Sokka sighed morosely, pulling the pillow into his lap dejectedly. "Fine...what's your issue this time?"

Aang hesitated, but for only a moment. He seemed to resolve any mental uncertainties before blurting out, "Do you think that I'm...too short?"

The brief moment of silence was broken when Sokka laughed. "That's your problem?"

The airbender nodded tentatively, his eyes glittering with some mix of shame and helplessness.

"Stand up," the water tribesman stood, motioning for his friend to do the same. He noted with a bemused flicker of a smile that he himself boasted nearly a head over the Avatar. Sizing up the airbender, Sokka circled the younger teen with a mock serious expression on his face.

Aang clasped his hands expectantly. "Well?" he prompted eagerly.

Sokka straightened, stroking his stubbly chin thoughtfully. Then, the warrior presented his answer in the form of a question, glancing up at the airbender with eyes that were mildly perplexed. "When you say 'short,' who are you comparing yourself to?"

Clearly caught off guard by the unexpected reply, Aang blinked embarrassingly, fidgeting under the water tribesman's steady blue gaze. "Oh, uh...well, no one in particular...actually."

Sokka's eyebrow rose, but Aang was too preoccupied by his own nervous thoughts to catch the knowing glint in the warrior's ice-blue eyes.

"Oh really?" Sokka continued in a tone that spoke boldly, "Because there's a certain person I know who's a bit taller than you—barely, but apparently enough so that it evokes your interest."

Aang, deciding quickly to play the naïve card, looked up at his older friend with an innocent curiosity. "Who?"

Sokka blinked slyly, his eyes narrowing. "I think you know, buddy. And I just have one thing to say about it!"

Aang cringed visibly, shrinking back from the warrior's advance.

Sokka stepped back, and in one fluid movement, scooped up the scroll-map and retreated, speaking over his shoulder as he went.

"She won't think twice about your height, Aang. She loves you for you, not your stuff. Remember that when you have to crane your head up to kiss her!"

With that, Sokka disappeared into the archway leading out of the courtyard, leaving a very flustered, pink-faced airbender groveling speechlessly in his dust.

A/N: Welp, that's all for now, folks! Peace...Love...Reviews...Ice Cream...all that good stuff!