a/n: I don't believe there is ever a point in the series where Sokka and Suki directly discuss the loss of his mother (please correct me if I'm wrong). I'm sure Suki is aware, I just found it interesting that it was never mentioned - what if Sokka had always just assumed she knew? What if Suki just didn't want to push him into talking about it? Hmm! The places my mind takes me.

Title: You Don't Know Me (Ben Folds feat. Regina Spektor)

Pairing: SokkaxSuki

Word Count: 369

Rating: G

Song Lyric: "So sure, I could just close my eyes, yeah sure, trace and memorize – but can you go back once you've said 'you don't know me at all'?"

"For goodness sakes, Sokka, it's not like it's that big of a deal! So I didn't know you were allergic to papaya – that's no reason to act like this is the end of the world!"

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal? Suki," Sokka threw his arms up in the air with a flourish, "you don't know anything about me!" Suki crossed her arms, clearly not amused by Sokka's dramatics.

"Sokka, it was just one tiny thing I didn't know about you. All I asked was if you wanted half my papaya and you went on a rampage. It's not like there's some huge childhood trauma I don't know about," She reminded him. Sokka's face paled, and he stared at Suki as though she had said the unthinkable.

"Sook," he spoke slowly, as though he were afraid to even ask; "you do know about my mother, right?" Suki stiffened, and now it was she who paled. She looked away from Sokka, ashamed that she didn't understand.

"Wh-what about your mother?" Sokka turned his eyes downcast, unable to bring himself to meet her gaze.

"She died in a fire nation raid when I was little. Gods, Suki, we've been through so much together – we've risked our lives, faced the end of the world together but even still you… you don't know me at all, do you?" She looked livid as she opened her mouth to protest, then - a second thought - turned away, weak.

"I guess not." The silence between them was long and tense. Suki could feel the pressure building behind her eyes, but she was nothing if not dignified and so she did not cry. "I'll get my things together and leave in the morning."

"What?" Sokka asked, alarmed; "No, no, that's not what I-"

"Not what, Sokka, not what you meant?" She couldn't help it as a tear spilt over. Sokka reached out to grab her arm, but she jerked away, stepping back. "You can't just say that to a person and expect them to wait around for you to explain yourself!"

"Suki, please, wait-"

"What for, Sokka?" She shouted, flushing red when a sob caught in her throat. She would not - could not - let herself cry in front of him. She took in a breath, trying to remain calm and composed. She turned away, head down. "On second thought, I'll leave tonight. You can send my things after me in the morning."

"Suki, I…"

"Goodbye, Sokka."