Rating: G
Word Count: 641
"Hey, Katara," — Aang poked his head into the kitchen — "have you seen my…?"
Aang trailed off, not quite understanding what he was seeing. The kitchen was a mess. Food was splattered all over the walls. Bottles were laying on their sides, liquid dribbling out of their uncovered openings. Aang could even see splintered wood sticking out of the cabinets and decided he didn't really want to know what happened.
Strangest of all, however, was that Katara was sitting … on the counter … in the center of the entire mess … and taking a swig of … something from a cup. On top of her head sat Momo, who was making strange, burbling chirps and looking dazed.
The sight of Momo stirred something in Aang's mind, but he couldn't quite place what it was… And anyways, he had more pressing matters at the moment.
Such as the fact that liquid was trickling sloppily down Katara's chin, a greenish transparent liquid that splashed on her clothes.
Aang frowned.
Katara was never sloppy.
"Uh … Katara?"
Katara's head snapped up from her cup towards him. Aang could only stare. Her almost too-bright blue eyes had an almost … manic glint in them.
Katara was never manic, either.
"Aang!" she burbled giddily. She staggered to her feet — dislodging Momo, who fell off her head with a startled screech — and stumbled towards him. Aang found himself backing up several steps, alarmed by the way she swayed as she made her way towards him.
"Aang, Aang, Aang," she tsked — although the effect was ruined by a hiccup. "When were you going to tell me?"
"Uh." Aang blinked. "Tell you what?"
Katara only shook her head before gesturing to either side of him. "That you have wings, of course!" She hiccuped again.
Aang just stared at Katara. Katara stared back at him with those delirious eyes, hiccuping slightly.
What was in that drink, he wondered.
"… But I don't?" Aang tried.
Katara shook her head so fast Aang was surprised her head didn't fall off. "What do you mean, silly? Of course you do!" She stepped forward and reached around behind him. Aang twisted behind him to see her fingers moving in a stroking pattern … against thin air.
"Mmm." A silly, contented smile stretched across Katara's face. "So soft…"
Aang was deeply worried now. He needed to find help — maybe a doctor was nearby, or—or maybe he could find one of the Fire Nation Palace guards to send for one.
"Okay." Aang stepped back slowly from Katara. "Okay, Katara, you just — you just stay there, okay? I'm just gonna go and—and get a doctor, or—"
"No!" Katara's sudden shriek left his ears ringing, and he staggered back as a body slammed into him around his midsection.
"Uh?!" Aang stared down at Katara in shock. Although he — miraculously — managed to stay upright against the sudden tackle, Katara was now hugging his waist very tightly, as though her life depended on it, and her face was screwed up in a pitiful expression.
"No! Don't leave me, Aang!" she wailed. She buried her face into his robes and shrieked her plea over and over again.
Aang felt his face flare involuntarily. He didn't know what to do. What was he supposed to do?!
"Uh." Aang swallowed hard. "Uh — uh, it's okay, Katara. I, uh, I won't leave you, I — uh, I promise—" His face felt like it was on fire — he never had to deal with something like this before!
So he had no choice but to stand there and wait for help, surrounded by one mess of a kitchen and with a screaming Katara clinging to his waist possessively.
Little did he know that in just one room over, Sokka and Toph were howling with laughter.
A/N Milestone: first crack story I've ever written (never thought I'd say that)
No, but seriously, check out what lanjunlazy drew for this prompt. Absolutely HILARIOUS
