A/N- Hey everyone I would have had this out awhile ago but my computer decided to be lame and not save my information so I had to type it all back up, and then I got hit with a wedding and a huge family get together so yeah it would have been out at least two weeks ago Well enjoy!

Thanks to TwilightRose2

Disclaimer-Maybe if everyone reading this mailed me one dollar I might have enough money to by the rights to own Avatar.

He gasped, pulling the smoky, deadly, air into his lungs, holding it there with out even realizing it. He ran forward and there he saw her, Toph, lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. She wasn't moving, it didn't even look like she was breathing, and Sokka's heart stopped as he struggled to gain control of the immense tide of emotions threatening to overrun him.

It was the end of the world. Everything around Sokka seemed frozen in time, even the harsh battle sounds were cut out. He rushed forward, fighting back hot tears that burned at his eyes. Just then a Fire Nation solider that had been knocked to the ground groaned and started to sit up. Sokka rushed past him and with the flash of his sword the man was dead.

After what felt like ages, but in reality only a few seconds, Sokka reached Toph. He was surprised to find that she didn't look that bad up close. She had a few scrapes and bruises here and there, and there was a long cut down the side of her face. Other than that she looked fine, peaceful even, almost as if she were asleep. He knelt down to examine her closer.

A sword flashed in front of his face, coming so close he could feel the wind of it tickle at his nose. In the blink of an eye Sokka shoved his sword into his attacker's chest and pushed the man away without a second thought. He threw his sword to the ground and repositioned Toph so she was laying flat on her back. He then put a hand on the side of her face. Her soft pale skin felt pleasantly warm beneath his fingertips. Next he went to check on her breathing, he moved his hand so that it hovered just above her nose and mouth. To his horror he felt nothing, no warm gentle air greeted his palm, without it he felt cold and frightened.

'This is bad, very, very bad' he thought as he moved to place his head on her still chest.

To his utter relief he heard the soft thumping of her heart in her chest. But it wouldn't be beating long if he didn't do something to get her breathing soon, even now he could hear it slowing down. Toph's very life was slowly fading, with each beat getting less and less strong; Sokka could feel his own heart breaking. He looked around desperately searching for someone or something to help him in his dilemma, only to discover that the battle had moved on with out him. The invasion force was slowly but surely gaining ground pushing the Fire Nation back inland. He was all alone, like the last leave on a tree near the end of fall; he could almost feel the winter cold creeping up on him as he stared back down at Toph.

His breathing quickened as he desperately racked his brain for a way to save her. He wanted to kick himself, normally he was so good at thinking fast, like when he had to bandage Suki's ankle. But now everything seemed to fail him he couldn't stop thinking of her as being dead he couldn't stand the sight of her motionless body. He forced his eyes shut and took a deep breath. Suddenly an idea struck him. He would have to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation; there was no other way. Without hesitation Sokka tilted her head back, he then checked to make sure her air passage was clear before pinching her nose shut and taking three deep breaths to steady his breathing. Holding in the last breath he moved his head down and crashed his open mouth against hers.

Her lips felt cold and he quickly exhaled forcing air into her lungs. Her chest swelled up before Sokka removed his mouth from hers to take another breath. Again their mouths met as Sokka pushed more air, more life, into Toph's small body. When he pulled away this time he was dismayed to see that no noticeable change had come ever her. She looked just as peaceful as ever. He gulped, and pushing down his panic, he took another deep breath. Once more their mouths came together. He breathed into her, forcing all his will and determination into that one single breath.

As he removed his mouth to take another futile breath, he was met with the most wonderful thing in the world. It crashed into his face leaving his skin slightly damp and warm, and it was like beautiful music to his ears. It was coughing. Rough hacking coughs that were spilling up blackish brown bile from Toph's mouth. He quickly turned her head to the side so that she would not choke on the substance spilling from her mouth. Finally her coughing stopped and she lay still, breathing softly. It was then that Sokka let his tears flow; they came in great currents down the side of his face, hot and blinding. He cried with joy and relief, he cried for everything he had almost lost, his love, his future, and his life. If Toph had died he would have been a wreck, a hollow shell of what was once a man, living only because there was nothing else he could do. He would have been with out purpose.

He slumped to the ground and gently held Toph's head in his arms, completely forgetting about the battle around him. That is until he was painfully reminded. His saw lights dance in front of his eyes as a heavy club collided with his scull, sending him flying backwards and landing with a dull thud on the ground. His head felt like it was split in two and, as he quickly lifted it to identify his attacker, he felt warm sticky blood trickle down his face and into his left eye. Ignoring the pain and dizziness he quickly reached for his sword. He was shocked to discover that it was no longer there.

A soldier was charging him; club raised high prepared for a deadly blow. Sokka wasn't giving up that easily, not when Toph was still in danger. He stood his ground with a frightened look on his face, then as the man swung down on his head Sokka suddenly rolled out of the way. The club hit the ground with such a force that it broke the wooden object in half. There was no doubted in Sokka's mind that that would have killed him. He sprang to his feet and kicked the man hard in the back sending him toppling forward. Sokka then quickly ran to retrieve his sword. When he picked it up and turned around the soldier was behind him again and swung half his club towards Sokka's face. Sokka blocked the attack with his sword only to be hit with the other half of the club. A new wave of blinding pain shot through his head and he kicked out randomly with his right leg. It connected with the soldier's armoured shin and only made Sokka's foot hurt. Suddenly he was shoved backwards and landed on his back his sword once again falling out of reach. This time however he used his legs to trip his opponent and quickly grabbed his sword. He vaulted from his position on the ground and drove his sword into the man's chest, killing him almost instantly.

Breathing heavily he staggered back to Toph. His head was pounding and he felt awfully groggy, his legs felt like lead, and he barely had enough energy to lift them. When he got to her side she was still out cold and he fell heavily to his knees.

"Toph…" he muttered as darkness consumed him and he fell face down in the dirt next to her.

A/N- Hope you enjoyed this chapter and even if you didn't I would love it if you left me a review you don't have to praise me you can tell me what I did wrong. The longer the review the better. Since every time I say I'm gonna have a chapter up soon something comes up I'm just gonna say I have no idea when the next one will be up (Hopefully soon)

-Megi