this takes place while they're at the western air temple.

Sokka yawned and stretched. "Alright, time for bed." He got up and walked past me, and I blushed.

"Come on, Twinkletoes." I mumbled. Aang looked up in surprise, but followed me all the same. I decided not to bend myself a tent that night, instead just laying on my back out in the open. I tossed and turned, back and forth, picking up pebbles and bending them into various shapes, until,

"Aang"

"Hmm? What?" He muttered sleepily.

"What color is Sokka's hair?"

"Why?" Aang yawned. "No offense, but you can't see it anyway."

"I- just answer the question." I wasn't about to tell him.

"Dark brown." Aang said. "Just like Katara's." He added wistfully.

I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. That night, I dreamed. Let me set something straight. Sometimes I can see in my dreams. Sometimes even colors. Don't get me wrong, I don't know if they're right or not, but its nice to think they are. My feet can give me good images of people, but not colors. Eyes, hair, none of it. So that night I dreamed of Sokka.

Just like every night.

But this time I could see the color of his hair, what I imagined was dark brown. Not that I have any basis for comparison.

The next day was same as usual, Aang's training. Except during his earthbending lesson, Katara happened to walk by, Aang tried to say something clever, when she laughed, he nearly dropped a boulder on my foot. I told him to get lost, and he ran off to talk to Katara again. Same old, same old.

That night, I couldn't manage to sleep again.

"Aang?"

"Toph, is this going to be a regular thing?" He tried to sound angry, but the amusement came through.

"What color are Sokka's eyes?"

"Why do you keep asking about Sokka?" He teased.

"Why do you pant after Katara?" I retorted.

"I don't...it's not like..." Aang struggled for words. "Blue." He sighed. "Just like Katara's"

I nodded, and in my dream later, I could see the colors of Sokka's eyes and hair. The next day was as boring as ever. Around noon, I decided to make things a bit more interesting. Katara walked past Aang, and smiled at him, and I bent a pillar of earth that shoved him on top of her. What made things even more interesting was when he landed on her lips. The sat there for a moment, shocked, and I tried to hide my laughter. Katara shoved Aang off of her, and walked away, embarrassed. But I knew she was biting her lip to keep from smiling.

"Why did you do that?!" Aang rounded on me. I shrugged.

"You needed help."

Aang strode angrily off in the other direction. Once more, I wasn't able to sleep that night.

"What color is Sokka's skin?"

"I'm not talking to you." Aang grumbled.

"Oh, you know you're grateful."

"No, I'm embarrassed."

"Pansy." I muttered.

"Leave me alone."

"Not until you answer the question."

Aang gave a resigned sigh. "Tan." He muttered. "Just like Katara's."

I smiled. "Thank you."

I bent myself a tent, and rolled over, every intention of having a nice dream, now that my image of Sokka was complete.

But that night I dreamt of Aang.

Just like Katara.

awwww.