A/N: Hey guys, I hope none of you want to kill me yet. I'm sorry you guys have to suffer as much as Katara is right now, but I have to keep the story realistic or else it would seem rushed and I would get flaming from unwanted readers. I mean, Katara technically does have amnesia and it takes time for things like that to "heal" or go back to normal. So just stick with it, ok? Plus, I already have the part where she regains her memory and you guys will LOVE IT. Please enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned Avatar, Zutara would be canon, Tophaang would be canon, and Zuko would be shirtless...A LOT. Now have any of those things happened yet? No.

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Chapter 10: I Turn to You

The Southern Watertribe warrior awoke to the sound of crickets chirping and the fact that he was cold from the morning dew settling on his skin. Grunting and lazily rubbing his eyes, he turned to his side, the small and almost non existent fire within his range of site. But perhaps what caught his eye was not the small sparks flying into the air, nor was it Momo who was running in his sleep. No, it was his sister and the Prince of the Fire Nation.

He narrowed his eyes, assuring himself that he really wasn't seeing anything; but not matter what he did or how many times he shook his head or rubbed his eyes, his sister and the firebender were still side by side. The banished prince managed to lean himself up against the log he had been sitting on earlier, while the young waterbender found comfort on the enemy's shoulder.

Even though only her head was touching his shoulder, Sokka couldn't refrain himself from saying obscene words within his mind, cursing the gods as to why he had to be stuck in this predicament. Truthfully, he'd rather be at home training the soon to be warriors, regardless of how many times they asked for potty breaks. But during that instant, dealing with little brats with a little attention span almost seemed relaxing.

Gingerly making his way out of his sleeping bag, he sat himself up, his legs crossed in front of him. Not too long after, he found himself bored and infuriated at the fact how close his sister was to that Firebender. He rolled his eyes and cupped his hands around the frame of his face, hoping that his 'intense' glare would somehow wake the teenagers. But alas, it failed. Letting out a sigh and then a rather loud grunt, he sprung himself from the ground and headed for the river.

Looking up into the sky, while avoiding walking into some random tree, the young warrior noted that the morning was still young. He knew it wasn't night, for the darkness of sky was being warmed by the on coming sun, but the fact that the full moon remained high in the sky, told him it was still morning. But over the horizon, he could see specks of oranges and yellows peeking over the mountains.

Before long, and with a final hack and slash at a tree branch, Sokka had made his way to the river. Even he had to admit that the sound of the water trickling was intoxicating. He had always listened to his sister, and how much she loved their element, but he never really had the moment to understand what she was talking about. The sound of the water reminded him of his father, and the small missions they would do together when he was just a young boy. Whether it was a mission to gather food for dinner, or to just help his father sharpen his weapons...it's what he remembered the most. In a way, he had almost forgotten what it was like to just sit down, and think without worrying.

His sister was different, the Avatar was maturing, and their so called enemies were now on their side…but most of all, he felt himself changing.

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"You know, you worry too much for someone your age," whispered a familiar voice.

"No…it' can't be," stuttered the warrior as he looked around, wondering who was talking to him. Looking side to side, there was no one. There weren't even any shadows hinting at the presence of someone.

He let out a small smile and slowly walked towards a boulder that was placed by the water. Sitting himself down, he began to stare at the ripples. The river captured the moon's rays and the sparkling stars above him and within seconds he was hypnotized by the relaxing ways of the water. Then things started to change. The full moon was no longer being reflected in the water and the stars began to outline the form of someone oh so familiar.

"Yue…"

"I told you I'd always be with you," she said, suddenly appearing by his side.

She touched his shoulder, but all he could feel was a light, but chilly mist that sent a shiver up his spine. He turned to face her, and was taken aback by her beauty. Sure, she'd been beautiful before, but for some reason, she seemed even more so. A look of sadness crept upon his face, while his eyes revealed a great sense of relief.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" She asked, still facing him. He didn't respond and turned away. "You know, he's not a bad person. You need to learn to trust people."

"But he's from the Fire Nation. He's supposed to be our enemy," he coldly stated, almost feeling awkward for speaking to a spirit.

"Who say's he supposed to be your enemy?" she questioned again.

"Ever since I was little, I was taught of the horrible things the Fire Nation did to other families."

"I'm sure you were, since I was taught the same thing. But that doesn't mean we have to believe it. I know it's hard for you to believe right now, but not all firebenders are bad," she insisted. "Surly you've met someone who was from the Fire Nation."

He didn't want to admit the fact that he had met someone from the Fire Nation who wasn't bad, but he still felt the urge to hate Jeong-Jeong regardless of how good he seemed. "We did actually. We met a firebending master named Jeong-Jeong," he responded with a pouting tone in his voice.

"So, what did you think of Jeong-Jeong?"

"He was the first one to teach Aang how to firebend…"

"He really wasn't that bad…was he?"

"Why are you telling me this?" he angrily questioned, forcefully pushing himself up from the boulder. "They killed you…" he trailed off, hatred growing in his eyes and in the tone of his voice.

His breathing became heavy, and he could feel tears building up inside of him. Ever since his father left their village, he had promised himself that he would never cry and to always be tough in difficult situations. But for some reason, that promise he made just a few years ago, was no existent.

He wanted to cry. The world around him was crumbling and everything was changing. In front of him stood the most beautiful person he had ever met yet she was untouchable. He could no longer feel the warm sensation of her delicate hands, or run his fingers through her soft silvery locks of hair. The way he felt when they kissed was gone, and the only thing that remained were the memories of their sad departure.

The first person he had truly loved had been killed by the Fire Nation, his sister was falling for the future Fire Lord, and he didn't even want to know what Aang was feeling at the current moment. Everything was just…drifting away.

"Sokka, no one killed me. If there's anyone to blame it's Zhao, but even he's not to blame. It was my destiny to become the moon spirit no matter who was involved. I would become the moon spirit no matter what."

"How can you say that? Zhao killed La and because of him, you had to sacrifice yourself…I should have protected you but I let your father down."

Yue lowered her head as she headed towards Sokka. She noticed his gaze had narrowed and how hard he was trying to prevent all his emotions from being released.

"When I became the moon, I was very sad. I felt angry at the world and wondered why the Spirits had chosen me to become the next moon. I guess I was angry at the fact that could have chosen anyone in the whole North and South Pole yet I was still their target. I was scared." She turned to her side to face Sokka once again, but just like before, he failed to respond. "When I gave my life to La I felt my spirit leaving my body. It was weird and scary but I knew what I had to do. Right now, things don't happen because we want them to, but because of what we think is right. I didn't want to become the next moon spirit; I didn't want the responsibility of keeping balance in the skies or lending strength to my people. After all, I'm just a teenager. But then I remembered the role of the Avatar. That's what made me strong. Aang does what is right and he follows his heart. That is what I must do to keep myself strong."

"It's Aang's duty to save the world, my sister promised to stay by my side and help with our village and my father left me with the responsibility of protecting Katara and your father told me to protect you."

"And you have Sokka. That night…when everything changed, my father talked to me. He was sad and it made me sad to him like that but he knew that you wanted to protect me. That is why he took you off the mission. He knew you were a good person and that you would make the right decision, but most importantly, he realized that my arranged marriage was wrong. He apologized to me and to you."

Then everything came out. The young, yet brave warrior could no longer hold back his tears. For the firs time in years, he cried. He cried because he was happy; Yue had found euphoria in her destiny, even though it meant her life being taken away. He was still living and breathing the fresh air of the morning and the crisp air of the night. He could, eat, touch and feel while she couldn't do either of those things; yet…she was happy.

He cried because he was sad. He would never be able to touch her or feel the sensation of her warm body against him, or her soft lips caressing his own. The only time he would be able to talk to her again was during the full moon when she had maximum amount of strength. Though she was the moon spirit, it took a great amount of energy to sit by his side once more.

He cried because he was angry; angry at the world, at the Fire Nation, at fate and at himself. But sooner or later, he would have to let all that go and move on with his life and let the course of the future guide him.

"What about Katara? I've noticed the past few nights that you haven't been happy with your new Fire Nation 'friends'."

"My sister had feelings for a Firebender…how am I supposed to feel?"

"He really isn't a bad person. He cares for your sister deeply…"

"I don't care what he thinks."

"Sokka," she moaned, while rolling her eyes, "You've already learned that all Firebenders aren't bad. I know you've had a hard past with these particular firebenders, but I promise you that they have good hearts. Your sister…she changed him."

"How did Katara change him? The last thing I'd ever expect is for that good for nothing Fire Nation to change. He's too caught up in capturing one of my best friends."

"Maybe…but what if he doesn't have those same motives anymore? The turn of the tide has come and things are about to change. I can feel it."

"But how has she healed him? And what about her memories?"

"You need to find that out no your own. And let Katara figure these things out for herself. Once you meet someone, you never truly forget them." She smiled one last time while placing her hand on his shoulder. He shivered slightly to her cold touch and turned to face her. "I must go before the morning comes," she whispered, placing her hands on both sides of his face. "I'm always here for you…"

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A/N: As you can see, I've been trying to make Sokka more serious. I know he has a more serious side to him, and I'm sick of him being the source for comedic relief. Really, this boy needs more love, and needs to be taken more seriously. So, like I've said many times before, I'm touching up on the other sides of the characters that I believe exist. Like Katara for example; in the show, she comes off as being really strong and afraid of nothing, but that is SO Mary Sue-ish and I want to try and convey her side that has more fear...you know, stuff like that. Anyway, school is starting for me next week which means chapters will be held back even more. REVIEW AS ALWAYS!