Hello. I have returned from my nation's capital (which was extremely hot and humid, we WALKED literally everywhere) and am here to post another chapter of this fantastic piece of work that actually got reveiwed. yay!
I know nobody really cares about my vacation, but let me say this one thing: we saw BEN STILLER. Not kidding, we were just about to leave the Newseum and my friend Andrew was like, "Ben Stiller!" and he walked right through the door! He's actually really short and skinny, I was surprised, and then whenever we saw a Night at the Museum ad we all cracked up. (Inside Joke.) I'm sorry if your one of those people who see celebrities everywhere you go, or the people who just don't care, normally I wouldn't have cared, but I totally love NATM so it's a big deal for me. Everyone was like, :O
Ok, goodbye Ben Stiller, lets talk about my fic. Don't worry, Sokka DID NOT die. I love Sokka, if I find a fic that killed Sokka, even if the rest of the fic was really good, I'll probably leave a bad reveiw. So instead I injure him, I'm such a nice person. This is mainly told in Hakoda's POV, but it's still in third person. yep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, Night at the Museum, or Ben Stiller. What I own: My OC and Avatar Academy, and the random crowbar in my other story that didn't get reveiwed.
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Kana finished wrapping the last of the long white bandages around Sokka's burnt chest. She stood up and faced Hakoda.
"I do not expect him to survive this, Hakoda. The heat damaged some important blood vessels in his heart, it makes it very hard to beat. I did my best, but I honestly don't think he can pull through." Hakoda nodded and hugged his mother before she walked off into the bedroom, where he knew his wife had fallen asleep sobbing, cradling their small daughter in her arms.
Hakoda sat down next to his son and looked into the fire. for the first time since Sokka had almost been killed, he felt angry. The man who did this had no right, Sokka was young and innocent. Hakoda was almost glad he had gotton away, that he had heard his wife's screams just after he noted the soldiers boarding the ship. If he ever got his hands on that man, he didn't know what he would do to him...
"Dad." Hakoda was kneeling by Sokka in an instant. "What is it, son?" He spoke fast, these could be Sokka's last words.
"Water." he said. "C-can, I have some water?" Hakoda grabbed his waterskin and supported Sokka's head while he drank. Sokka mumbled a thank you and buried his face into Hakoda's parka. Hakoda stroked his hair as he held him.
"You're gonna be okay, son." He whispered into Sokka's ear. "You're gonna be okay."
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The next few days were hell. Neighbors randomly dropped in to pay their respects, as if Sokka was already dead. Hakoda was annoyed by this, but he knew that everyone in the village loved Sokka like he was a part of their own family, and his wounds made it hard to think that he could pull through. They were expecting him to die. Hakoda just thanked the people who came through and let them go. He never left Sokka's side.
Kya stayed busy most of the time. She probably thought she could have prevented this, looking at Sokka's burnt and broken form probably broke her heart. Katara would stay outside as long as she was allowed, training her waterbending until her grandmother forced her to stop. Katara just didn't want to think of her brother dying because if her, and she tried to master the element by herself in case the Fire Nation ever came back, which they probably would, once they figured out they didn't actually kill the last waterbender. Katara would be ready.
Kana tended to Sokka's burned body whenever she could pry him away from Hakoda. Hakoda was afraid of letting anyone touch Sokka, he seemed so breakable. Bato wandered into the tent way more than he needed to, he wanted to comfort his best friend.
"Hakoda." Bato said one day about a week after Sokka was burned. They were sitting crossed-legged by the fire, Sokka was curled up in Hakoda's lap. He hadn't woken up or said anything since that first night.
"Hakoda, you are aware that Sokka will die soon?" At this Hakoda sat up and looked angrily at his best friend.
"No. No, Sokka's strong, he can pull through this.."
"His skin is still that sick gray color, he doesn't wake up, and his heartbeat is getting fainter and fainter everyday."
"He'll survive." Hakoda looked down at Sokka, remembering when he woke up and asked for water... if Sokka had enough strength that day, shouldn't he be able to wake up now, when he's been able to rest a week?
"He has to."
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Exactly eleven days after he was burned, Sokka opened his eyes for the second time. Hakoda called Kya, and she knelt down next to her son and begged him to stay with them. Sokka opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He turned back into Hakoda and fell back asleep.
After that it was like someone flipped a switch. When the raid came, someone switched it off and everyone abandoned hope. When Sokka woke up, the switch was flipped up again. People were happy, and talk was started about going back out to sea to guard Earth Kingdom lands. No one ever thought they would do it, but it was nice to finally not have Sokka's death hanging over the village, threatening to fall.
Fourteen days after he was burned, Sokka sat up and weakly asked for food. They gave him some bread, not much but no one wanted him to over-do it, there were tales where someone had been lost on the icy tundra for less than two weeks and died from eating too much.
Twenty-two days after he was burned, Sokka was able to stand up, with the aid of Hakoda wrapping his arms around him to keep his son from falling. Hakoda still barely ever left Sokka's side.
A month and a half after the raid, Sokka could stand up and walk around their little hut without help, but it caused a lot of pain. Nobody let him walk outside, of course, the risk of losing him was still high.
Two months after the raid it looked like Sokka had made a full recovery. His skin looked healthy, his eyes weren't glazed over anymore, and the burns on his chest were nothing more than scar tissue. Still, no one took any risks, he was not allowed outside or even out of bed usually. When someone even thought they saw a Fire Nation ship, even if it didn't look remotely like it was coming anywhere near the village, Hakoda carried Sokka out of the village and into a small den he dug out of a large hunk of ice. Three of the men in the village volunteered to stay with Sokka if the Fire Nation ever did approch their shores. No one wanted to lose him.
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The Fire Nation ship came closer and closer, close enough that when the village woke up early that morning, they could almost hear the ship's front slice through the water.
Hakoda grabbed Sokka and threw him over his shoulder as gently as he could. Sokka had been in a deep sleep until this happened, and when he found himself practically upside down he sighed. He felt fine most of the time, he really didn't know why everyone was still worked up. Hakoda carried him outside and into their little bomb shelter, or whatever you could call it. Hakoda set Sokka down on the floor and kissed his forehead.
"Just stay in here and you'll be fine. Okay?" Sokka nodded and Hakoda hugged him. "I love you, Sokka."
Hakoda ran outside to help the rest of the men prepare for battle. The men who said they would guard Sokka sprinted to the shelter. The Fire Nation ship docked itself on the ice less than ten minutes later.
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At first it seemed like they could fight them off before they got into the village. But then they started firebending, and the men stopped their offense and tried to guard the village, keep the firebenders from hurting someone again.
Hakoda thought if he ever saw the monster that burned Sokka, he would know the second he laid eyes on him. Now he looked at every firebender as long as possible, which wasn't long, trying to decide which one was it. Which one did it? Which one had hurt his son?
The fight didn't last long, less than half an hour later the Fire Nation retreated. Hakoda ran back to his home to make sure everyone was alright. he threw back the door and Kya threw her arms around him.
"Oh, Hakoda." She sighed and buried her face into his chest.
"Dad, is Sokka still in the shelter?" Katara asked. No sooned than when Kya stood up and turned around that Bato ran to the hut.
"Hakoda." he panted. It took him a minute to catch his breath. "Sokka... we couldn't protect him... I'm.. sorry..." Hakoda's eyes went wide.
"What?" He didn't wait for a response. Hakoda left the house and ran to the little bomb shelter, completely expecting to find Sokka's corpse lying on the floor. Instead his men looked up with looks of sorrow in their eyes.
"S-sokka. W-where is h-h-he?" Hakoda panted.
"We don't know. A few soldiers came in and we tried to help, but they already grabbed him... Sokka ran away. We don't know where he went."
"No, no no no no..." Hakoda ran outside. "Sokka! Sokka!" He looked around the village, then turned to face the vast icy tundra that spread before him.
"SOKKA!"
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Yes! Thank you, Ben Stiller, if it wasn't for you I would not have had an entire day off to write this. Well, we wouldn't have had school anyway, but whatever. Okay, I didn't really know what they would call the little shelter where they hid Sokka, so just roll with me. And, NO, I will not tell anyone where Sokka has run off to. Use your imaginations, unless your a Private writer, then you have none. I'm sorry, but there's a bazillion fics there with the exact same plot, summary, and TITLE. uh.
For people who weren't entirely sure what went down at the end there, I'll break it down for ya; Sokka was hid in that shelter thingy and three people went to make sure he wasn't barbaqued or something. (I spelled that wrong. Oh, well. Can someone tell me how to spell it?) While Hakoda was battling some Fire Nation freaks, some other freaks found the little hide-out and burst in, grabbed Sokka and tried to burn him, I don't really know how an injured nine-year-old did this, but he somehow wiggled free and ran the heck out of there. So now Hakoda's trying to find him. This chase-thingy was inspired by a weird dream I had where Sokka ran away after Kya died and spent two weeks on the icy tundra. I don't know HOW he survived, okay? It's a DREAM, nothing in my dreams make sense.
So this next part is gonna be really sort of emo, even more emo than this chapter, if you hate emo, live with it or go away, I can't stand people who give bad reveiws because they didn't like the point of the story. THAT'S WHERE YOU JUST READ A DIFFERENT STORY! I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF I'M A GOOD WRITER OR IF I SHOULD BE SUICIDAL.
ok, then Review!
