Title: Nothing to Say
Song: When You Say Nothing At All by Ronan Keating
Summery: Zuko starts to suspect something is up, good thing Azula and Sokka are masters of keeping things secret.
Characters: (Do not belong to me, they are copyrighted to their original owners) Sokka, Azula, Zuko, Toph, Katara, and Aang.
Rating: T (For references...)

Words: 1,244 words.

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Author's Notes:

I both love and hate this one.
I love it because it's just so fluffy and fun and it's just that entertaining to make Sokka and Azula squirm...
I hate it, well, it took forever, what else is there to say? I couldn't get inspiration for over two hours, and then I had to do all the italicizing, which takes forever when you try to make the quotation marks face the right way...and then it didn't even work! Oh well. Single quotes are when they comunicate without words, in case you hadn't noticed.
Hope you liked it! I'll edit it sometime soon.
Written for ode2sokka's Sokkla Week: http:(2 blackslashes)ode2sokka(period)deviantart(period)com(backslash)journal(backslash)19851858(backslash)

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Sokka and Azula had agreed to keep their relationship a secret, for the time being at least. It wasn't that they didn't want people to find out, nor was it because they were afraid of what people might think. It was more a matter of whether or not they though people were ready to know. And the answer to that was obviously no.

Aang, for example, was still a kid at heart, even though he had grown so much. He just wasn't that mature enough to understand exactly what everything meant yet, and Azula and Sokka didn't really feel like being the ones to explain it to him. They'd rather not have him scared for life, thank you very much.

Katara, on the other hand, knew exactly what could happen behind closed doors, and that was why they wouldn't tell her. They both knew how protective she could be of Sokka, and risking her wrath on them both just wasn't worth it.

As for Toph, well, if they told her, she'd find some way to use it to blackmail them somehow. Either that, or she would tell everybody, and that would be worse than telling just Aang or just Katara, because then you'd have two opposite forces pulling in two different directions, and that would be hard to handle.

And then there was Zuko. He was, in a way, very protective of his sister, although he didn't show it as much as Katara. Not only that, but he also was very loyal to his friends, and Sokka was included in that group. He wouldn't be very happy with two of his most precious people being together, especially given the fact that they tended to fight a lot, and most of those fights ended in something or more than one something being broken. That, and two teenagers with raging hormones on the loose would just be too much for him to handle.

So when he called them both into his rooms, they knew something was up. They exchanged a glance before going in, declining use of words so that he wouldn't over hear them.

'Should we tell him?' Sokka's eyes were questioning, and his eyebrows were raised in honest expressions of confliction. 'After all, he probably already knows, and that's why we're here.'

Azula smirked. 'Nah, let him tell us how he figured it out first.' She smoothed out her features before knocking sharply on the closed door in front of her.

"Come in," was the response, and they both did so.

Zuko sat in an upholstered chair, elbows resting on the arms and his fingers clasped beneath his chin. He motioned towards the two chairs in front of him, and the two of them sat down.

"I have heard some…interesting rumors," he started. Azula and Sokka remained silent, although one of Azula's eyebrows arched in question.

"I overheard some of the staff members talking yesterday, something about not needing to change the sheets on your bed, Azula." He nodded towards her, and she opened her mouth, about to explain, but shut it again when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sokka's hands move up and down, a mime of someone trying to calm down an enraged child. The movement was small enough that Zuko wouldn't notice it, but to Azula and Sokka, who were practiced in the art of saying everything without a sound, it was blatantly obvious what he was trying to say.

'Don't say anything rash!'

Azula's mouth quirked slightly on one side. 'I won't.'

"Zuko, that is completely normal. I told them not to change them because I can use sheets more than three nights in a row, I won't catch sick. They just need a break from too much laundry. I think everyone else should do the same, or you should at least give them more days off."

Sokka's shoulders relaxed a little bit, telling her, 'Good cover,'

Zuko seemed to except it, too. "Perhaps, I should. I did notice they were taking many sick days; I may have been overworking them. Anyways, there was more than that."

Azula's eyes flashed briefly. 'Uh oh, more trouble,'

Zuko continued. "I also heard one little girl complaining that she heard footsteps on the floor where you sleep, Sokka. Is there something wrong? Perhaps there are mice in the walls?"

Sokka almost grinned, but he checked himself in time. 'This is almost too easy' "Sorry about that. I found that when I can't sleep, it helps if I take a walk, tire myself out more. I didn't mean to wake anybody up; I'll try to take a different path where no one sleeps."

Zuko also nodded this one off, looking almost relieved at the answer.

Azula's eyes were silently laughing. 'I think he was expecting something different, but he won't get it out of us.'

Sokka's eyes flicked sideways, telling her, 'Of course he won't, we're too good at hiding from him,'

"I think that would be a better idea, yes. We should try not to wake the servants up from what little sleep they get. Now, there is just one more matter." He eyed both of them cautiously.

"There was that one rumor that the cook saw the two of you kissing in the herb garden. Is there something you aren't telling me?"

The result was instantaneous. Azula turned bright red and went tight-lipped with silence, while Sokka turned red, though not as much, and started to splutter.

"What? That…that's…I…we…no, you…" He sent a desperate look in Azula's direction. 'Help!'

Zuko burst out laughing, looking between his sister and his friend. "You guys don't have to try to deny it; it was quite obvious from the start. Why didn't you tell me?"

Azula's shoulders slumped in defeat. 'Just give up, Sokka. It's not worth it, he already knows,'

"Okay, so you caught us," Sokka admitted. "Now what?"

Zuko smirked. "You could start by answering my question."

Azula spoke up. "We…I don't know, it just didn't seem like a good idea. I guess we thought you would try to break us apart, or that you would tell everyone else…"

Zuko's eyebrows rose at her answer, but he knew that her thoughts were reasonable. "I won't, but only if you give me your word that you will not do anything irresponsible outside of your rooms. I'd like to keep everyone within the grounds sane, if at all possible."

Azula and Sokka both turned even more red, if that were possible.

"You may go," Zuko finished, and the couple almost raced for the door.

Once outside, they spoke.

"Well, that could have gone worse…" Sokka said, ever the optimistic one.

"I suppose. Still, Zuko knows now, and that could be bad."

A shrill voice rang out down the hallway. "What could have gone worse, and what does Zuko know?"

The two of them looked up to see Toph, standing with her hands on her hips, flanked by Katara in the same position and Aang, who looked honestly confused.

Azula and Sokka shared a look of equal panic, and shot down the hallway in the opposite direction, the trio following right behind them.