Enough (by Disturbed)
About a month after Aang defeated the Fire Lord, Katara and Sokka left to take care of their own person goals. This left Aang and Toph to live together, alone. Aang had not complained about this transition as much as the Water Tribe siblings thought he would. Secretly, Aang was looking forward to the chance of getting to know Toph better and get close to her. This, however, was not part of his plan.
Toph had not moved in almost a week. She ate very little and spoke only a few words a day. The airbender was becoming concerned that she may be ill somehow. If that was the case he didn't know how he could help her.
Aang looked over to where she sat. As always, she sat facing away from the camp, looking off into some distant universe he couldn't see. He wanted to go up to her and wrap his arms around her; he wanted to beg her to talk to him. He wanted to feel her struggle in his arms, struggle against the affection just so he could know that she was still alive and healthy.
A sudden movement halted his thoughts. It wasn't a movement he caught with his eyes. He "felt" something approaching. No, it would be somethings. He could feel multiple pairs of feet bounding toward the camp, toward Toph.
The Avatar leapt to his feet and flew over to his companion, lowering into a defensive stance. Before his eyes people in dark clothing landed in front of him, one by one. None of them looked particularly skilled or experienced at what they were attempting to do, rob them. Several of the men cowered backward when they saw the Avatar standing there. But one man, possibly the one leading them, stood forward and pointed his dirty finger at Aang. His dark hair was matted against his forehead.
"Give us what money you've got, traveler, and we won't hurt you or that pretty girl." His voice hissed out between his cracked lips. Did he not know who he was talking to?
"You should follow your men's examples and turn tail." Aang spoke. The man turned around quickly and saw three of the dark clothed thieves running off. The leader spat on the ground. There were still four of them and apparently he thought they could win.
"Last chance!" The leader boomed. Aang smirked and moved before they could comprehend what was happening. A harsh gale burst from his hands and blew two of the men away into the forest. The other two pressed forward.
Aang's stance deepened and his hands shot out, controlling the earth before him to create a chasm big enough for both attackers. One fell through, the leader jumped over it. A roar ripped through the air as the remaining thief drew a dagger from his belt and swiped at Aang's chest. Aang dodged it easily, stepping beyond him and letting the man's momentum take him forward. The Avatar then knew he had made a mistake.
By stepping out of the way he had given the thief a perfect shot at Toph. There wasn't enough time for Aang to move, she would be skewered before he could help. Out of agonizing panic he let out a cry:
"Toph!"
The earthbender jumped to her feet and caught the man's armed hand in midair. The dumbfounded look on his face was almost humorous. Toph snarled at the leader and earthbended a pillar right below him, right between his legs. The sound of that cry beat Aang's panicked one, tenfold. Aang flew forward and grabbed him, pinning him to the ground and knocking the weapon from the man's hands. He moaned in pain hardly registering that the Avatar was on top of him.
Aang looked up at Toph with wide eyes. This was the first time he had seen her react to something for days.
"Are you alright?" He asked her. Toph cracked her knuckles.
"Fantastic" She responded. "You know, you could have asked me for help." She sounded like she had never left.
Aang couldn't help it, he laughed. A few moments later, Toph's laughter joined him.
End of Part 2