Blueeyeddevil06, thank you so much for being my beta!

Sokka punched Zuko in the arm, hard. "You can stop drooling over my sister."

"Sorry," Zuko turned to stop looking out the window while she sunbathed outside on her lunch break. "I deserve it if you want to punch me in the face."

Sokka groaned, "I definitely do not want to know what you were thinking about that you feel like you deserve that."

Zuko acknowledged he was right. He didn't want to know the fantasy he'd been having. She was currently lying on her stomach topless so that she wouldn't get tan lines. He thought how much he wanted to toss a glass of ice water on her and shock her into sitting up. Damn, he was standing by Sokka, and he was hard as a rock for the guy's sister.

"I'm considering punching you anyway. Wipe that look off your face," Sokka complained.

Zuko tried to change the subject. "Dinner was delicious."

"Katara's good at everything she does. It's kinda annoying."

"Except you have to eat what she makes. Or do you know how to cook?"

"I know how to eat. I'm a man who knows where my talents are. It's not like you can cook."

"Actually, I can. My uncle taught me." He then had a thought. "I should cook dinner tomorrow and give your sister a break from having to feed you. You're like a bottomless pit!"

"Hey, I'm still growing!" Sokka objected. "Which is why I'm going to break into the cookies she made. Want some?"

"I better have at least one before you finish them all."

Sokka sighed, "She hides some. She won't tell me where, and I haven't been able to find her stash. Would you help me look for it," he asked hopefully.

"No way! You warned me not to piss her off. I'm not messing with her."

"Great!" Sokka complained. "You have the hots for my sister, and now you're on her side."

"I don't have the hots for her."

"There's a reason I don't introduce my friends to my sister anymore. I learned my lesson. They all have the hots for her." He rolled his eyes, "Some guys even befriended me to meet her." Sokka smirked. "It never worked, though. Aang was the only exception, and she met him first."

"They seem pretty opposite."

"I think the peace that Aang radiates was nice for Katara. She's always fighting for something."

"You always were perceptive."

Sokka shrugged, "I just see the workings of things."

"What is it that your sister really needs, then?" Zuko looked at Sokka. "You seem to have something up your sleeve."

"You'll see. I have a plan." He then started to walk off. "You better come and get that cookie before I eat everything she hasn't hidden."

That night around midnight, Zuko heard a noise in the house and got up to investigate. He walked into the kitchen and found Katara eating a cookie. He chuckled, "So you really do hide them."

"Everything that I had left out is gone. Of course, I hide them. If you promise not to give up my location, I'll get you one too."

"I promise."

She pulled the grate off the vent in the wall, and he laughed. "You hide them in the air ducts?"

"No, I cut this hole here and put the grate on it. It's a false vent."

That made him burst out laughing. "That's brilliant!"

"When it comes to my brother and food, I have to be sneaky." She handed him a cookie and sat back down.

"And you have to eat at night while he's sleeping?"

"No, I just had a nightmare, and a cookie sounded like the best remedy."

"Can I ask what it was about?" He took a bite of his cookie. "These are so good."

"Thanks," she blushed. She then stared at her hands. "The nightmare wasn't important."

"Of course it wasn't. It was a bad dream. But, sometimes it helps to talk about them."

She broke a piece off her cookie and sighed, "My brother died. I watched him get murdered, and I couldn't move." She looked up at him and scowled, "No! That is why I don't like to talk about them. Don't you feel bad for me! I don't want to be psychoanalyzed. I just want to eat my cookie."

He shook his head. "I'm all for unhealthy coping mechanisms. You won't get a comment from me."

She glared at him. "I'm not going to pretend I don't know what you're talking about. You know I found my mother dead. I'm coping just fine!"

Zuko smirked, "If you are, then why are you yelling at me in the middle of the night after a nightmare where you were powerless to stop your brother's murder?"

He stood up. "Thanks for the delicious cookie. And, call a damned therapist. This doesn't make you strong to push down all the pain and grief. It makes you stupid."

She was so pissed she threw her cookie at him, and it hit him in the back of the head while he was walking away. He turned, and she yelled, "I'm not stupid!"

"Then stop acting like an idiot and get help." He then walked away to let her think on her own.

When he got upstairs, Sokka leaned against his door frame, with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. "It's good to see my plan is already in motion."

"You planned to have your sister throw her cookie at my head?"

Sokka looked panicked, stood up straight, and put his arms to his sides. "She wasted a cookie?! Wait. Is it still on the floor?" He took off running, and Zuko heard him stomping down the stairs yelling, "Dibs!"

Zuko just laughed. Sokka was the most intelligent moron he knew.

The next afternoon, Sokka and Zuko were playing Call of Duty. Sokka had just died like a punk, and Zuko growled out. "You have to tell me where you are so I can watch your back!" He tossed his controller when he was shot too.

Katara came down the stairs with her car keys and said, "I'll be back in a while. Thank you, Zuko, for offering to make dinner tonight."

"Where are you off to, Sis?"

"I have a doctor's appointment," she said just before she shut the door.

Sokka smiled, "Exactly according to plan."

"You're telling me you expected me to insult your sister into going to a psychiatrist?"

"Yup!"

Zuko then pointed at the TV, "Then why do you die like a little bitch in this game every fucking time?!"

"I'm more of an ideas guy."

"Well, tell me you have an idea how terrible you are at video games."

Sokka looked at him seriously, "I'm awful. But you play on my team anyway. What does that say about you?"

"That I'm an idiot."

"Naw, it says you're a sap. You know I need your help," Sokka teased.

"True. But if anyone asks, I'm going to say it's because your sister is hot."

Sokka punched him in the arm without putting much effort into it. "Fine."

"You're putting up with me calling your sister hot?"

Sokka shrugged, "I don't love it, but she's on her way to talk to a therapist. My father forced her to go to one shortly after it happened, and she refused to say one word to her. She wouldn't even tell the woman her name. She tried to have Katara draw her feelings, and she broke every crayon and tore the paper up. She went full scorched earth policy on her."

"How did you know I'd get her to go?"

"You can be a bit abrasive, and that's what she needed. You yelling at her and telling her she's an idiot was what got her to go. Well, that and you're not her brother. She won't listen to me."

"Did you hear where she hides the cookies?"

"I already knew they were in the fake vent. If you agreed to look with me, I was going to impress you by finding them there." He shrugged, "You didn't go for it. I let her think I don't know where she hides things. One of these days, she'll put something outstanding there, and I'll 'find' it then."

"Those cookies are amazing."

"Yea, but she'll make us more." He picked up his controller to play a new game. "All I have to do is ask. She's a great sister."

Zuko picked up his controller and sighed, "This time, tell me where you are, and I'll try to keep people from shooting you in the butt again."

"It wasn't in the butt!"

"Sure it wasn't." Zuko laughed as the game then started. "She broke all the crayons?"

"Yup. She did it while looking the woman in the eye too."

"You mentioned she was always fighting." Zuko paused and shot two guys. "Where are you, Sokka?"

"Over here."

"That doesn't help!"

"I'm on your left by that… damn. I'm dead."

"Where did the guy that shot you go?" Zuko sighed as he was shot.

"Behind you!" Sokka said. "Now you're the one who was shot in the butt!" He started laughing.

"You get that even Aang is better at this than you, right?"

Sokka shrugged, "I'm the one with the hot sister. Want to play again?"

"Yeah," Zuko said in defeat. "I do."

Sokka smirked, "I'll try to remember to tell you where I am this time."

"Really, Sokka. How are you this bad at the game?"

"I'm not. I just like watching you freak out when I get killed so quickly."

"What?!" Zuko pointed his finger at Sokka, and he said in frustration. "You better fucking try your hardest this time!"

An hour later, Zuko was ready to kill Sokka. They'd been playing together for a long time, and Sokka always died quickly. And now he'd just found out that Sokka was incredibly good at the game and had been losing on purpose to frustrate him. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I don't care about winning. It's too much fun to listen to you explain how to play the game to me."

"You're better than me by a lot! I… I didn't think I knew anyone who could beat me!"

"Are you mad I'm better?"

"No! I'm mad that we could have been kicking ass on this game, and you were messing with me for fun. Pick up your damn controller. We're playing again!"

"Nope. You promised my sister you'd cook."

"Fine," he sighed and got up. "I'll cook."

"You gave up easily."

Zuko smirked, "Remember. Your sister's hot." He then walked away to begin making dinner.