Sokka sighed longingly for what seemed to be the thirty-seventh time. Knowing she was going to regret it but doing it nonetheless, Katara asked sympathetically, "What's wrong, Sokka?"

"I miss Suuuuuki," he whined. "I haven't seen her in forever! Long distance relationships are so hard."

It was true. They had not seen the painted Kiyoshi warrior for weeks. Smiling a little at her self-proclaimed "tough and manly" big brother, Katara replied soothingly, "You'll see her soon enough; I'm sure of it! And as long as your feelings for each other remain strong, your relationship will be fine."

"What do you know? You don't know anything about love!" Sokka retorted.

"Hey! I was trying to make you feel better. There's no need to be so-" Katara started.

Zuko watched them warily. If the two siblings were going to fight, he was not going to be in the middle. With Sokka's boomerang and Katara's waterbending, it could get messy quickly. But then Uncle Iroh, always the level-headed voice of wisdom, stepped in before the argument could blow up.

"Aah, my nephew has also had some experience with love, back in Ba Sing Se. He was pursued most vigorously," the old man said, stroking his beard.

A blank golden stare - then realization.

"Uncle, you can't mean - him?" Zuko exclaimed.

"Him?" wondered the Water Tribe boy aloud, whom they both ignored.

"That wheat-chewing, bushy-headed vigilante?" Zuko shouted with outrage. "He tried to recruit me for his cultish gang! He stalked me for a week! And he hates our entire nation!"

"Very persistent and passionate. Not unlike you, Prince Zuko," Iroh nodded sagely.

Sokka and Katara looked supremely weirded out at this point. Toph was smashing rocks happily on the other side of the valley, and Aang was off somewhere chasing butterflies and/or/while saving the world.

"He tried to kill me!" Zuko pronounced clearly. "He doesn't want me; he wants me dead!"

"Bad break up," whispered Iroh through the side of his mouth to the siblings slowly edging away.

Zuko threw up his arms in frustration.

"Aaaaaargh! I can't deal with this right now," he growled and stormed off into the woods.

"I think it would be wise to accompany my nephew on his stroll."

Iroh excused himself with a wry smile and went off to follow the trail of broken branches and muttered curses.

A few minutes later, Sokka's brain had unfrozen enough for speaking function.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "that kind of sounds like Jet..."

Author's Note

I found my notebook from a year ago and ta-da! I have no idea when or where this scene takes place. Probably in a happier alternate universe where Jet is still alive and gay with Zuko (can you say ascended stalker?).