A/N: I thought I'd throw in a little twist in this chapter after I watched it. Throughout this whole series, the drabbles have gone back between Zuko and Sokka about the development of their feelings and now relationship. But, what do others suspect?
Iroh watched as Zuko slept, his nephew looking more like a little boy than the stubborn teenage boy he was. He dabbed the boy's head with a wet rag, hoping to bring his fever down. As much as he hated to see Zuko in such pain, he cherished the time that he could finally take care of the boy. Zuko was always pushing him away and not allowing Iroh to take care of him. Because Iroh cared so deeply for Zuko, he struggled to handle the fact that Zuko didn't allow him to help only thing that Iroh wanted to do was protect Zuko. He couldn't lose the boy; he couldn't lose another son.
As Zuko slept, defenseless and in need of his uncle's care, Iroh smiled slightly. Suddenly he heard Zuko's voice whisper, "Sokka…"
Sokka? Iroh knew the name. "Sokka please, don't leave…"
The water tribe boy! Leaning in towards Zuko, he listened as his nephew muttered the name, beginning to thrash in his sleep. Tears rolled down the teenager's face as he shouted, "Sokka! Sokka! I love you!"
Widening his eyes, Iroh was taken back. He never knew that Zuko held feelings for anyone, especially not the boy they were always going after. Beyond that, he never knew that Zuko found men attractive. No wonder the boy was at such conflict with himself. On top of everything else that had happened, Zuko obviously was yearning for someone he couldn't have. Iroh knew the pain that love could cause.
Making slow strokes against Zuko's back, Iroh found that he was able to calm the boy and return him to a peaceful sleep. A few tears caught in his own eyes. "I'm sorry, Zuko. I promise you will find yourself…and Sokka."