A/N: Sorry for the late update I'm at the hospital but I feel so awesome thanks to God that I literally don't know why they're keeping me here. I like to thank the people who reviewed; you guys make me feel special. There's only one chapter left but don't worry they'll be a sequel and heck every ship deserves a happy ending. Sooo keep the reviews and feedback. I'm not promising but maybe I can start a chapter tomorrow and upload it the same day.

"Don't tell me you got rapped?" Sokka's voice was a pitch, almost reaching hysteria. Toph wondered, for a brief moment, why- with all the horrible things he had said about her- was the idea of her being physically hurt enough to change his mind? Was she just considered a victim to him, that when something bad happened he would reach out to her as if nothing happened? Was she that disabled?

For a second she was filled with rage, that of everything that happened he would cave under these circumstances. But what she was mad most of was that he seemed to worry as if he actually cared. And with this rock floating in her stomach she answered. "No, of course" she said. "I wanted it."

Sokka's raising chest that was increasing as she relentlessly( after he prided her to do so) told the story now collapsed. She interpreted that of the sounds he made but she wasn't sure if she heard him gasped.

"What?" his words came like breaths.

Toph crossed her arms and turned the other way. She held her head high. "It was all my idea." Though she didn't remember that transpire as her being the source of it.

"Then…. why haven't you come to work?"

She bit her lip.

"Toph?"

"I don't remember who he was."

"What?" his words seemed to bent, pronunciation tripping with unawareness.

Toph was suddenly embarrassed. Now that it was out of her and others knew it made her feel ashamed. More or less because she sounded like a tramp. Maybe in terms of what had happened she was.

"It," she gulped, a lump forming in her throat, "it was all your fault…" Toph wasn't aware of how much pain she had until she had said the words. She thought that she had been miserable before but it didn't estimate for an instant to what she felt now. She thought for a moment that maybe she was better off dead.

"My fault?" his tone of voice hinted a trace of insult. "For starters I wasn't going about having inter-"

"I heard what you said the last couple of days." She never thought her voice would sound so venomous. "You said I was ignorant. That you shouldn't let that bother you…You said I was blind. Hello? didn't you get the memo a few years back!

"Sorry," she declared, deflated. "Sorry if I wanted to drown the… the thought that the only person who understood me, my incapacity, my failure, my triumph just forget about that because I didn't want him in my apartment. It was too complicated for my ignorant brain to process all at one. Clearly since I'm blind I have to take one thing at a time. But I bet you knew that."

"I still don't understand why you did that," was the only thing he said.

"Because I ruined your marriage!" she almost shouted.

Surprisingly Sokka started to laugh and for a second she imagined him doubling over in hysteria. "And how's that?"

"Because Suki said-" Toph's blood drained out of her face and it was hard for her to recollect her exact words and even if she did she felt stupid saying them. Maybe she was ignorant like he said.

"Yeah?" he mused.

"She said you loved me and that…" Toph felt like she was about to faint as she rushed in. "But it wasn't- Clearly Suki was wrong- I should have-But I still- do you?"

There was a hesitation and she felt her heart sank. "I love you as a sister…"

"Oh, right…" she felt suddenly angry. All this time, all this frustration, all this nonsense was for a mere speculation Suki had made that had destroyed her surroundings. No, she had to be wrong. All this suffering couldn't be for nothing, could it? All those…

"Why did you sleep all those times with me?" she said, trying to find something, anything that made sense here.

"I was depressed-" he began.

"Oh, Spirits." She felt her eyes stung. "What have I done?"

"Toph?"

"Can you leave?" she asked a bit too eager and when he didn't respond she got frustrated. "Are you deaf? Leave!"

When he didn't she pushed him out the door and almost kicked him out. Then she hesitated before she melted on the ground. Toph hadn't known that she hadn't really cried, not really, not compared to what she did now. Sokka calling her name made things worse so she just pretended she didn't hear as she dragged herself somewhere even she couldn't find herself. Because she was sure that if she did she would only face a stranger.

There was a knock on the door. It felt like the thousand time that day. Toph was tired and she didn't want to take on another thing when she wasn't over this one. Two days had passed since her finding out that- her brain didn't have the capacity to process everything or anything at that moment. All she wanted was to live in this absent place in her head where everything was all right and nothing was damaged or broken.

"Toph?" said the familiar voice, the sound muffled by the door. "It's me Katara."

Until she was facing Katara and her recent baby bump was she aware that she had got up from wherever she was and had reached the door. She blinked several times until her vision focused on Katara and that made her snap. There was a real life out there.

"Toph, why haven't you come today at work?" was the first thing she asked. Before Toph could answer Katara went on. "Actually, why haven't you the past several days?"

"I haven't been into it." Toph could only say. How could she explain something she was so embarrass to even think? Would she understand or only look her strange as if she was the most incompetent person in the world? Maybe she was.

"Can I come in?" Katara asked, making Toph step aside so she could come in. Inside Katara stood there awkwardly until she decided to sit down on a near sofa. There was a long silence. "Toph, what happened?"

Toph hesitated. Why would she tell Katara any of this? Was it just some way to report to Sokka? Or was she genuine worried?

"You know you can trust me." Katara assured covering a hand on top of hers.

Not until this point did she realized what the last couple of weeks did to her. She had turned into some paranoid fearful girl. How can she even think something so mischievous of someone who is so authentic, so indisputable? Sokka really changed her. The bad part was that it was for the worst.

Toph opened her mouth.

Sokka read the same line over and over. The letters were bouncing in her head but his mind couldn't process what was happening. There were only four letters but they were like different orbs aligning.

Toph's eyes were watering. And she didn't understand why she was still so depressed about it. She just messed up big time. Nothing to be so melodramatic about it. Yet bringing it to mind… she wanted to start to moan and cry.

"Oh, honey." Katara said and somehow Toph found herself in Katara's motherly hands as she rocked her back and forth, feeling the fetus soon to be baby close to her. Why did she do that? Did she know that saying and doing things like that made her feel batter? Maybe because her mother never did that to her, never made her feel safe, wanted and how Katara was the real motherly figure she had around her life. Or maybe because some weeks ago she was holding Sokka just like this.

"How can you say that?" Katara asked after Toph calmed down somewhat.

"Because it's true." was her answer and wasn't it so clear?

"Toph, Sokka does not hate you. I don't think he is capable of it. What he does most is ask about you. I think he is sort of distraught."

"Really?" it was nice how Katara made up crazy tales just to make her feel a little less shameful. Not tales exactly, maybe fables. "What makes you say that?"

"Well," she said thoughtfully, choosing her words carefully, "I've seen him troubled, going through paper work like he's trying to find out something… important."

It was a long walk down the stairs and the halls but it was only a short one if you ran. Sokka was breathless as he barged in the office of the Commander Officer, the one in charge of discharging men to different parts of the Republic City and different parts of the Kingdoms or Nations or Tribes. The man behind the desk looked startled but then when he settled looked annoyed. Before the man could speak Sokka stated his name, position and purpose.

"Is he?" Sokka demanded for the second time after ten minutes through in the small office.

The man held some documents close as he positioned his glassed. There was silence. The man let the documents and the folder containing them fall to the desk.

"Yes. He's dead." Sokka tried to contain his balance as he took the news. For a second he forgot to breath and his head was spinning. "For what purpose do you need this information, Consul Man?"

"It," Sokka said trying to find words in his sudden blank paged brain, "doesn't matter now. Right? I mean his dead."

It had been a while since Katara left and Toph felt a little bit better. She had never been spoiled for so long that it felt strange, almost good. She almost forgot everything. Now left alone in her apartment she felt an echo of what was left behind. The only things that remain was the promise of Katara who would return soon with some things to cook her a meal, since she had talk to Aang and was staying a night at Toph's apartment. Maybe tonight she would have some peace.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Toph automatically rolled her eyes as she stood and headed towards the door.

She twisted the knob and pulled saying, "Katara I told you not to knock. You know you can just come in."

A second before the reply she realized what she had done. "That wasn't the case before."

I know it's short but I hope is sufficient.