Through the Television

"Strange," Aang mused gloomily, as they flew through a terrifying vortex, lights flashing by so quickly that they burnt streaks into their vision, "This doesn't seem to be the Spirit World after all..."

The others didn't hear him; they were too busy screaming as they tumbled, weightless, through this hellish abyss. They were still clinging onto each other for dear life. Sokka didn't even care that Zuko was now wrapped indefinitely around him, whimpering breathlessley. Sights and sounds leapt out at them in ear-splitting volume and rapid speed as they flew past other worlds, or- depending on how you look at it- other television channels. The GAang caught their first glimpses of Cartoon Network, MTV and Oprah, until falling headfirst out of Nickelodeon's sky, the one we know and love.

Before they could even become petrified at this little predicament, they heard something else.

"Okay, we'll just catch up with you guys laterrrrr….." Fading into the distance, before stopping all together with an almighty pop, was the voice from which they'd all been running, making a very horrible promise.

"AZULA?!" Sokka bellowed as they ripped through the chilling air, "You brought AZULA with us?!"

"Wasn't the object of this plan to ESCAPE her?!" Toph shrieked, "And now we are falling through the sky and SO. IS. SHE!"

"Actually, she's still kinda travelling," Zuko called, still hanging off of Sokka, "We got off the ghost train a little early."

"Shouldn't we be thinking about preventing our deaths here...?" Katara asked in a mildly interested monotone, pointing at the huge expanse of forestland that was steadily hurtling towards them.

Silence.

"AAAAANG!" They wailed in unison.

"M'on it." He replied, and whipped them into a cushy air bubble.

Disgruntled, they pleasantly bobbed down to the ground, their arms folded and their faces screwed up into identical grimaces.

As they gently touched down Suki sprang out of the bubble, leaving it still intact. She gulped down the fresh air and sighed.

"Well wherever we ended up, it's nice!" She chirruped.

But the beautiful forest landscape brightened only her spirits.

Sokka was the second to step out, followed closely by Zuko, who had only just let go of him. Suspiciously, Sokka eyed his surroundings and muttured something about kicking ass.

Reluctantly, Aang and Katara followed.

"It's not that different from our world." Aang noticed, somewhat disappointed after the terrifying abyss he had just enjoyed.

"Well," Katara hugged, "The sky is blue, here."

"But there's nothing interesting." Aang insisted, "There's nothing-"

"-Like lakes of molten rock and fleets of vampires? Then I guess we've gotten a pretty good deal," Katara rolled her eyes before turning back to the quivering bubble, "Come on, Toph, we're here."

There was a mumbled reply as the small girl huddled into a tighter ball.

"Repeat that?" Suki requested, confused.

"It's so much cleaner in here!" Toph moaned, "I'll just stay for a little while longer…"

The rest of the GAang looked to their leader, who shrugged and popped the bubble of delights with his finger. Toph squeaked, exposed as she remembered her lost shoe. Clearly she wasn't safe.

"Look, we're going to have to get out of here and try to find our way back home." Suki said determinedly, and Sokka nodded vigorously, drawing himself up to his full and staggering height with pride, "I say we take the route towards where the sun is rising and-"

She had turned to head off in the direction of the sunrise, the direction which none of them had bothered to take a quick scan of, and one by one they all realized that they had in fact not been alone in all the time that they had made their little entrance in the bubble.

Gathered around the fire was another group of friends, of the same number, stature, status…appearance…

Their parallel selves stared back at them. With their mouths down to the ground and their eyes as wide as Katara's dating repertoire, both parties stopped all breathing.

But, of course, the silence could never be kept, in either GAangs, by none other than the two Sokka's, who pointed at each other/themselves, and shrieked/grunted:

"Who's that guy?!"