This came to me when I was watching The Puppetmaster and I got to the part where the floorboard creaked when Sokka was awake in his room. And that gave me this idea of Aang also being scared and all and going to see Katara, which led to the floorboards creaking and disturbing Sokka. I haven't seen any fanfics like this so far, so I might be the only one thinking of this. But I like the ending and I think it's really cute and fluffy. So read on and enjoy! I have a few more coming!

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Sokka tossed and turned in agitation, trying to find a good way to fall asleep. It was the middle of the night and Momo was curled up on top of his sheets as he too was trying to fall asleep.

That story that Hama had told them about the people and the woods on a full moon was just too creepy to match any story. And, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone, Sokka was scared by it. Well, that and Katara's story about their mom and the little girl. Then Sokka remembered that Toph heard people under the mountain, and that further freaked him out to the point of no return.

Just as Sokka thought he had gotten himself all comfortable in his bed and was waiting for sleep to come to him, the creak of a floorboard jostled him, sending his heart pumping to the extent that he thought it would just right out of his chest and onto the red bed sheets that were surprisingly comfortable. Momo also jumped a little, making his little lemur noise in fright. Then Sokka remembered that the gang hadn't slept on comfortable beds in a while. But that wasn't the point right now.

Out of quick and lightning fast instinct, he grabbed his space sword that was leaning against the wall by the bed and unsheathed in, holding it above his head, ready for any attacker to come.

When Sokka found that everything was fine, he sheathed his sword and placed it back against the wall.

"I know Momo," Sokka consented the lemur, "this place is creepy."

Bringing himself back down under the covers so that they reached his chin, Sokka continued saying, "I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep."

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Aang tossed and turned in his bed as the light of the full moon shined in his window upon the sheets he was sleeping under in only his Fire Nation school pants. The night was the perfect temperature for summer; it wasn't too hot that you were sweating and it wasn't too cold that you were freezing under the sheets. It was just perfect the way it was.

But tonight was a creepy one. That Hama woman was just plain mysterious and freaky, but she was giving them all a place to sleep and she did give them information on a ramped spirit. She seemed good, but there was something off about her.

As the night went on, sleep still was not taking its toll on his body. Aang sighed heavily as he threw the covers off of him and placed his feet on the cold wooden floors of his room. There was only one person to see about this problem and he needed to seek her help now.

Pushing himself off of the bed, Aang made his way quietly toward the door. He placed his hand on the knob, slowly turning it and making sure it didn't make a sound. He opened the door only slightly and peaked his head out, looking for any signs of life in the hallway.

When Aang was sure that the coast was clear, he made his way into the hallway stealthily and closed the door silently behind him. Then he started his trek to Katara's room for her motherly comfort that he loved all too much. He knew he shouldn't, since he was also in love with her, but he had never had a mother before, so it was a comforting feeling for her to be motherly.

Aang was half way to Katara's room when he stepped on a wrong floorboard and made it creak ominously. And when he was sure that no one had heard it, there was a sound as if someone was unsheathing a sword somewhere down the hall.

Out of fear, Aang scurried as fast and as light as he could down the hall to Katara's door, knowing that he was safe from the Man with the Sword for a Hand. Or at least, that was what he thought it was.

Running a hand through his shaggy hair, Aang bravely knocked on the door of Katara's room and waited patiently.

"Come in," she called after a short while and Aang breathed a sigh of relief that she was awake. Or did he just wake her up? Anyway, she was awake now and that was all that mattered.

"Katara," Aang said as he opened the door to her room and stepped inside, closing the door shut behind him.

"Hey, Aang," Katara greeted as she sat down on the edge of her bed, patting a space next to her. "Is there something you need?"

Aang nodded and blushed, not sure how to put into words what he was thinking and voice it nonetheless.

"Well," Aang began, his voice wavering, "I-I got scared b-because of all of those ghost stories . . . and . . ."

"'And' what?" Katara asked with a smile as Aang sat down next to her.

"And I thought maybe you could help me," Aang finished, still blushing.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed?" Katara asked with a slight blush of her own and a small smile.

Aang's cheeks flared as red as a cherry after she said that.

"I-I couldn't possibly kick you out of your bed," Aang protested, waving his arms around wildly.

"There's enough room," Katara argued, still smiling all the while.

Aang just blushed and nodded his head as Katara climbed back into her bed. Aang followed suit, climbing in on the side furthest away from her, but Katara had other plans. She scooted over closer and wrapped her arms around Aang's midsection, tucking his head under hers. This caught the young Airbender off guard and he stiffened a bit, only to comfortably snuggle back against her with a small smile.

Aang knew that if he ever had a mother, he hoped that she was just as humble and caring as this.

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Sokka was found in the other room that night sound asleep, his rump high in the air as he snored the night away.

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Review and I will work nonstop on my other stories on this clear and nice day on Easter Weekend. Have a happy easter!