A/N: I'm still messing around with the characters a bit and planning out the plot in my head. I do love writing this story, though, and not only because I'm writing from Sokka's point of view. Something about him is fun to write. Reviews are loved.
Also, sorry if this keeps popping up in Emails. I'm still learning the whole uploading process.
When morning came, Sokka didn't feel much more rested. But he got up regardless, because warriors don't sleep in, and grumpily trudged down to the main level, where Zuko and Aang were already meditating.
Mumbling to himself about morning people, he made his way to the bathroom, planning on shaving. However, when he crossed the kitchen to get to the bathroom, he noticed Toph sitting at the table in the same position that she was in when he left her the night before.
"Did you… sleep?" he asked.
"Nope," she answered. "Didn't feel like it."
"Why-" he yawned "-not?"
"Somethin' doesn't feel right," she told him. "I dunno. It's not somethin' to worry about." She swung her feet off of the table. "'S still early. I'm gonna try and get some sleep."
Sokka nodded and continued his journey to the bathroom, mulling over what Toph had said. She hadn't ever had any "feelings" about how things would turn out, or if she did she didn't tell anyone, so he didn't know whether to put much faith into that or not.
They all felt uneasy. The Fire Nation prince – the one who had hunted them for months all over the world – was staying with them, and often alone with Aang, the one he had been trying to kidnap for a long time. Ozai was trying to take over the world, and they didn't know if he had found their location or not. They had to go up against the entire Fire Nation, and there were only a handful of people on their side. Their last attack had gone horribly wrong, and they had all left people behind. They didn't know how their loved ones were.
But Toph didn't stay up because of bad feelings. As he lathered up his face with the shaving cream and let the cold blade sweep across his skin, he realized that he didn't really know if she did or not. He hadn't watched her properly; his attention had been on Katara hating Zuko and Zuko training Aang. Toph had been pushed to the back of his mind.
Sokka felt a wave of guilt rush over him as he rinsed his face off. He locked eyes with himself in the mirror and promised himself that he would pay more attention to Toph; their patchwork family was small, and he was hell-bent on keeping it intact. The four of them – Katara, Aang, Toph, and himself – had been through a lot together, and they were all that they had.
Sokka walked to where Zuko and Aang were meditating in the main room and sat down to observe, letting his head droop, and eventually falling asleep.