I like this one. For some reason this just sort of popped into my head and I had to write it. Please read and enjoy, and then tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: Don't you think that if everyone says it too much, it becomes meaningless? -shrugs- I don't own Avatar.

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Comfort

His father did everything right, in his eyes. Strength when it was needed, courage where it was wanted and comfort where it was asked. He was the best man there was, and he wanted to grow up exactly like his dad.

But there was one night, after his mom died, when his father was in a haze of anger and grief that he did something differently than usual.

"Dad, dad!" cried the boy, even though he was old enough not to come running at night. Tears streamed down his face, mind full of the horrors that he had seen.

He shook his father's shoulder, sobbing hard. His dad was still silently sitting in the snow, staring at the ground where her body had been.

"Dad, I had a nightmare, and mom died-!" He didn't get any farther than that, for Hakoda spun around and violently grabbed him by his shoulders, and inhuman fire burning in his eyes.

"Don't you ever say that to me again, you hear?!" he ordered harshly, shaking his son a bit. The boy nodded furiously, still crying.

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Katara climbed, shaking, into his sleeping bag. He sleepily rolled over to face her, wondering why she was there, and why she looked so sad and frightened.

"S- Sokka," she hiccupped, holding him and gazing into his eyes. "I… I had a dream… mom died again…" fresh tears rolled down her face.

His eyes widened in realization, and he gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair, trying to calm the trembling, and whispering. "Shush, shush," comfortingly in her ear.

That's one thing you did wrong, Dad, thought Sokka.

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Author's Notes:

Please review, I always like to hear what you think.