TOKKA WEEK CHYEEEEAAAAHHHH! FLUFF-AND-SARCASM GALORE! CHYEAHHH!

Obviously, I don't own this show.

Obvious, I'm obsessed and need something to do.

Obviously, I've been diagnosed with AIDS.

(No, I'm just kidding, just wanted to guess your expression)

And, obviously, ENJOY!

The rules to Love are simple. "Divided we stand, united we fall." This makes sense enough for me, but there's only one problem with that statement.

We didn't fall united.

I fell off the stupid blimp, grabbing onto Sokka's hand like it was my rope of Life. Because if I let go, I would fall a few thousand feet into nothingness, and not be able to feel the ground on my way down.

Because I was blind, duh, and can only "see" with my feet, on something solid. And preferably earthy.

But of course, I let go of his hand, and sent myself hurtling off into the middle of nowhere. I fell for awhile, listening to him scream and wondering what shade of purple his face was turning at that moment, even though I knew I could very much well die within the next few.

But I didn't.

I didn't die. I fell, all right, I fell straight through an airship, causing it to crash into the ocean in a no-doubt cool looking volley of flames and metal and screaming people. But I didn't get to see it, because A: I was blind. And B: I was too busy trying to keep myself from dying.

I fell into the ocean, just in time to see none other than Twinkle-Toes himself soar overhead, closely followed by who I took to be Fire-Lord Ozai, who appeared to be winning.

I tried to scream encouragement, maybe, given the total hopelessness of my situation, and ended up swallowing a mouthful of sea-water.

I know, you might think "So what? It's only sea-water." But you didn't think about all the things that live in it, and swim around in it day-to-day, and happily relieve themselves in the water without a care of the next unlucky sucker to catch a mouthful of whatever it is they last ate.

I didn't taste anything, but I can tell you this. Even the Bending-Water of Katara's tasted better, and it tasted like swamp. So anyway, I was floating in the ocean, both literally and non-literally blind, soaking wet, and angry as Hell at those morons who'd made Sokka drop me into the ocean, a few thousand feet below.

I can tell you, this wasn't one of my better days. But it was interesting, so I figured it all evened itself out pretty well. I got to free fall for twenty or thirty seconds, Aang defeated the Fire-Lord, Sokka and Suki (though I dislike her) Made it out all right, and Twinkle-Toes and the Sugar Queen are madly in Love.

All in All, everything turned out just fine.

So why did I feel left out? I'd gotten to kick some Fire-Nation butt, I was also responsible for saving an entire nation, my parents were the farthest thing from my mind, and I was finally, totally able to relax after this entire thing was said and done.

But why didn't I feel like any of those?

I was antsy, I was even more irritable than normal, and it was becoming harder and harder to strike up a conversation with anyone other than Katara, who was shooting me meaningful looks every time she glanced in my direction.

I can tell the expressions on her face were trying to tell me something, but I had no idea what.

Oops. My heartbeat just sped up. Because I know I'm a liar.

I knew what she was telling me. I was blind, sure, but I wasn't that blind. Katara was telling me that she knew that I knew that I was in Love with her brother, and her brother was in Love with my best friend.

And I absolutely hated her for it. She would glance at me with this smug expression and bat her eyelashes, teasing the Hell out of me, and simultaneously trying to annoy me to Death.

And it was working.

About three weeks into it, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't manage a conversation without drifting off into oblivion every fifteen seconds. Maybe it wasn't Love, maybe I was sick in the head, maybe I was losing my mind, or maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky enough, it was a combination of all three.

My heart just sped up, again. My own body is fighting against me... Great.

I knew my disease. I'd been stricken with first-degree burns or "Sokka-Itis" Also known as "Having a crush that was more than a crushon a boomerang-toting, brilliantly misled meathead of a genius.

Isn't that just wonderful?

My body says it was, my body all but screamed "GO! GO AND BANG HIM SENSELESS!" while my mind and common sense lurked somewhere in the shadows behind me, laughing about how I was about to make a complete idiot of myself.

Something that was reserved, usually, especially for him.

So here I was, staring blankly at his door, as it were suddenly going to get up and talk to me, giving me excellent advice on what to do. Because I had absolutely no idea what.

Aang had Katara, Zuko had Mai, Ty-Lee had the Kyoshi warriors. (Though I wasn't ever sure if she was a lesbian or not)

Maybe I was fooling myself in denying all this lovey-dovey romantic crap. Maybe I was deluding myself on thinking I was in Love. Either way, Katara always told me (and she said it even more, now, accompanied with that smug grin of hers) That "Emotions were never to be ignored, and you must follow your heart."

It sounds exactly like something she'd say, huh? Either that or something out of a bad movie.

She also said that. "The mind wanders, the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows."

Well, my heart obviously knew something, and I knew what that something was, and if I didn't do something about it, PDQ, I was going to explode into a million pieces of overly-emotional nothing.

Whatever it was, there'd be enough to make it explode out of Sokka's over-sized ears. After filling his head, twice.

So I'm standing in front of this door, waiting here like a moron and trying to work up the nerve to actually reach out and grab the doorknob. I extended my hand, and twisted it, but my fingers slipped from perspiration, and I ended up placing my hand against the door, instead.

Sokka was in there. I could feel his heartbeat.

I heard mattress springs creaking, and footsteps heading in my direction, the door opened, and I nearly screamed.

Sokka stood there, smiling. "Hey, Toph, what's up?"

I tried my damnedest to seem nonchalant, and it worked to some extent. "I need to talk to you, Snoozles."

He nodded. "Sure, come on."

I entered his room, and the door closed behind us, sealing the door to my future, and my fate.