Author's note: I started this story out of nowhere after watching the season finale. Honestly, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. It can end up as a brotherly thing, something angsty, or even a slash fiction-I don't know yet. So if you have an idea of how this should play out, please pm me or write it in a review. I'll consider it and probably write it.


Tarrlok found himself on the ground, helpless. Every inch of his body hurt, even though he was no longer under Noatak's control. Pain. Pain everywhere.

The brothers had been arguing. Tarrlok noticed the way his brother was no longer responsive. He didn't laugh like he used to, and didn't talk as much. He finally decided to confront his brother. Things escalated quickly. In the end, Tarrlok ended up in a crumpled mess on the floor.

There was a silence as both their breaths slowed from the fight.

"Tarrlok," guilt overwhelmed Noatak's voice. "I'm… I'm sorry."

Tarrlok did not respond. He silently stood up, brushing himself off.

"Really, I'm sorry. I just.. You made me angry and…" Noatak sighed. "Say something!"

"It's okay. I get it." Tarrlock spoke quietly. "…I get it. You don't care about anything anymore. You're all grown up with your bending skills and too good to be my brother. I'm sure you're itching to get out of this frozen wasteland and leave your family behind. You just don't care."

"That's not true." Noatak frowned. But a part of it was true. He wanted to run away. Leave his father behind. But not Tarrlok. He didn't understand, didn't realize how much Noatak cared about him.