gemsofformenos: Thanks! I'll have to give it a listen. I've actually got a whole playlist of songs that remind me of/inspire this fic. I tend to create playlists for all my work, helps me get in the mood.

This one is going to get more detailed on what Katara is going through. The Ao3 version is a bit more detailed still-as its the more mature version, explicit version. Unfortunately Katara's situation is another one that I have been exposed to, no personally, but I knew someone. Ignoring the situation is kind of a risk, which is going to be highlighted in this next chapter to an extent.

She put the phone in his hand and it seems to carry the weight of a car. Truth be told, he was scared. He was a jokester, he was immature and a bit of a screw-off. He wasn't dad material. He didn't have that kind of maturity and Suki deserved a better father for her child than him.

"Go on." Katara urged, reminding him far too much of their mother.

"Just give me a minute, Kat!" He didn't mean to snap. But his nerves did that to him sometimes. Truly, he wants to be a good example for Katara. Just as he wants to be a supportive boyfriend for Suki. He hovered his finger over the call button. But what would he even say? "Shouldn't I tell her in person?"

"When? Over autumn break? Sokka that's two months away!" Katara frowned.

He was making excuses. It was time to be a big boy. It was time to raise a big boy…or girl. He hit the call button.

"Hi, Katara!" She sounded so cheerful he felt bad ruining that.

"I'm not Katara." He muttered.

Her enthusiasm dropped, "what do you want, Sokka."

"I thought of a few names that you might like." He could see Katara rolling her eyes in the background. He was only two sentences in and he was already kissing ass.

"They better not be stupid." He could detect a hint of amusement. There was a lighter undertone to her deadpan manner of speech.

"How does Roua sound? If it's a girl, Roua."

"Doesn't that mean, meat?"

"Meat is good. Everyone loves meat, everyone will love our Roua!"

"Are you even certain that you're using the correct word? You haven't taken any foreign languages since freshmen year and I know that you didn't retain any of that."

"Well what names do you have in mind." He was finally starting to relax.

"Hikari for a girl and Hikaru for a boy." She paused, "maybe Kibo." She listed several more names but he liked Hikari the best. "Are you hoping for a boy or a girl."

Sokka considered for a moment. "I guess it doesn't really matter as long as the baby is easy to take care of." Katara made a face of disproval so he added, "and as long as the baby makes us all a happy family." He peered at Katara for confirmation. That time she gave him a thumbs up.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

"Oh absolutely! You were being a jackass! A selfish, immature, jackass." Suki exclaimed. "But I think that you might be able to make it up to me."

He sighed. "That's fair." He scratched his head. "How about we go for coffee—can the baby have coffee—over the weekend. How does that sound?"

"As long as I don't get swamped with homework, it sounds great, Sokka. And I don't think that one coffee will hurt."

.oOo.

It had taken a weight off of him to talk to Suki. Guilt was no longer a burden. Granted he hadn't known that it was something he had carried until the feeling had fled. But in its place, blossomed a concern for Katara.

The more she told him the more uneasy he felt. She let him scour through her old texts—the ones she hadn't gotten around to deleting. They ranged from people asking her if they could get a 'freebie' in the bathroom stall to girls threatening to fight her if she dared look at their man in the wrong way, apparently, they knew what kind of person she was.

She showed him her social media accounts and told him exactly why she doesn't even go on to wish him luck at college anymore. Plastered on her timeline were tactless jokes that lacked any and all humor. 'What do bombs and Katara have in common?' Chan posted most recently. Usha had asked 'what'. And he joyfully replied, 'they're both gonna blow!'

And Jet. Jet sent his mind reeling with rather graphic murder fantasies. The things that he was saying to his little sister…he clenched his teeth. For everyone to see online Jet posted, 'the sex was good, too bad everyone probably gets the same treatment.' Sokka scrolled down, finding a clip of a whale call captioned, 'Katara in bed'. Alongside a host of comments praising the shitty joke. He posted various photos of pornstars with Katara's face shopped onto them, leaving people to comment, 'true' and 'good girl on the homework sheets bad girl in the sheets (and everywhere else).'

Via text it was much cruder; 'come on babe I know you want me inside you.' If not it was, 'just one puss pic, that's it, that's all I want and then I'll tell them to stop.' 'Just come (cum) back to me and this can all end.'

It took all of his willpower not to shatter the phone's screen right then and there. And even more of it when he noticed that Katara was getting misty eyed. He smacked his own forehead, why had he let her read them with him?

He fumbled to make it better with a hasty, It's not all bad. Look." He pointed at a message from TyLee of all people.

'Jet is a jerk.' Followed by an, 'I don't know why you all believe him.' The comments looked relatively recent too.

"I thought that she hated me." Katara muttered.

"Maybe parting ways with Azula did her some good." Sokka smiled warmly. He pressed his lips together and scrolled down more. "I'm surprised she hasn't say anything sly yet." The last offensive comment Azula had left was posted over the summer, something, something about expect to see Katara post trashy swimsuit pics. With Usha adding that she could be the eye-candy to promote the school volleyball team.

"I don't think that she's going to." Katara replied. "Not any time soon."

"Well that's a good thing, right?" Sokka tried.

"I guess…"

He had to change the subject. "How's the swim team going?"

"I quit, Sokka."

His mouth fell agape. "Why!? You were so passionate about it! You were going to go to state!"

"Me. In a swimsuit." She paused. "Do you know how much ammo that gave them? Do you know how many remarks Jet kept making about my butt?" She rubbed her eyes. "I couldn't deal with it anymore, Sokka."

"This is crazy, Kat!" He declared. "There's gotta be something the school can do. Look at these." He gestured to Jet's more creepy texts. "I think you can get the police involved."

"Mom and dad tried that." Her voice was so timid. "They keep saying that they can't prove that it's him sending those texts because he does it with throw away numbers. I know it's him but I can't prove it."

Sokka gestured to the computer.

"Those aren't threats. They said that they'd keep tabs on it, but they can't do anything until he does."

"I don't get it? Aren't the police supposed to prevent things from happening?"

"That's what I thought."

"This is cyber bullying."

"That sounds so kiddish." Katara muttered. "I already tried telling them that…"

Sokka ran his hands through his hair. "He did something, I know it. There's gotta be something we can get him for."

It would seem that he would be making up for his selfish attempt to doge responsibility. Between college, finally taking on his role as a dad, and fighting for Katara, he was going to have his hands full for the year and then some. "We'll get him, Katara, I promise. Just stay by Suki for now."

"Okay."

"And call me if you need to. I'll be there and I won't let him do anything."

"Okay." She didn't sound certain at all.

"I promise. I'm not going to let my baby grow up near someone like Jet. I promise, if he does anything to you…"

"If he tries, I'll fight back." There's a sense of strength and determination beneath the tremble of her words.

"Good. You go back to school and you keep fighting and doing your school work so you can get out of that hellhole." He tried to think of what else their dad would say. "Just call me if you get scared."