This chapter didn't exactly become humor, but then again, I couldn't think of anything funny. :( Allergies are stuffing up my brain, and I got College today so I'm posting before I leave. I hope it goes well. Enjoy

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Sokka sighed as he trekked down the shore line, looking for a good fishing spot. He had a fishing pole and spear in hand. He didn't want to go scavenging for food with the prince of fire benders. Toph and Iroh were left back at camp, Katara was collecting water and Aang was somewhere in the woods, collecting fruit, because he did not eat meat. Sokka and Zuko were hunting and fishing; their main goal was fish, but if they came across anything else, that would probably be better; they did have more people to feed. Zuko wasn't too eager about hunting either, he was good at fighting, not fishing; he'd tried when it was just him and his uncle, and the results were barely able to feed a stray cat.

Sokka stopped at a quiet and shaded spot where a few trees were overhanging the lake; a good spot for fish to gather. It was getting into late spring and the waters were warming, though the fish still stayed in the shade instead of direct sun light.

"Right... Here." Sokka announced, sticking the head of the spear in the ground near the water and standing close to the water's edge, dropping his bag of supplies which held some bait. He undid the line from the pole and untangled a knot or two that always got into the line while it was moved around on their trip. Zuko watched, and not wanting to be useless on this scavenging trip, he pulled the spear from the ground. The water tribe teen caught the movement from the corner of his eye when he finished untangling the line. "I didn't know princes could fish." He couldn't help but jeer a little, even though he knew it would only fuel the flame of dislike that was between him. Zuko shot him a glare and walked away from him.

Sokka sat near the water and cast his line, waiting for the fish to bite. He glanced over at the prince, who was only a little further down the shore, taking off his shoes and rolling up his pant legs before wading into the water, spear in hand, focus on looking through the water for prey. Sokka tilted his head to the side some, studying the prince from afar.

Zuko was always so serious, and focused; he seemed almost untouchable at times. His eyes rested on the prince for a good while, watching the fire bender's muscles tense each time a fish would swim by, and then lashed out; but he came back with nothing each time. After the third time he could see the prince was getting frustrated and glared back in Sokka's direction, making Sokka's blue eyes snap back to his fishing pole, a light blush gracing his face.

Zuko was like Jet in a lot of ways; he compared them sometimes. They were both stubborn, strong fighters and set in their ways. And they were both fierce, demanding and they both liked their ways, no one else's mattered. Sokka took a deep breath and glanced back at Zuko, who was stalking another fish that was darting around.

He wondered why he was so infatuated with the prince and not so much with Jet. Zuko was a fire bender; Sokka hated fire benders, they had attacked his village and killed his mother. He couldn't have a relationship with an enemy, it was disgraceful. Jet was a rebel of the Earth Nation and he hated the Fire Nation even more for killing his parents, but... there was something slightly off about Jet; Well, correction, very off. He'd attempted to get rid of a handful of fire benders at the cost of a whole village. That was wrong, against everything Sokka believed in. People couldn't hurt the innocent, it just wasn't right. Zuko at least seemed honorable... No! he couldn't think about Zuko like that, he was an enemy, a fire bender, a prince. He had no reason or right to cross that line...

Sokka couldn't take anymore once Zuko was on his seventh attempt. He stuck his pole in the ground and stood up, going towards the prince, hopping on one foot to get each shoe off. "You're scaring off the fish." He complained as he rolled up his pant legs. Zuko looked around to him, frustration clear in the fire bender's golden irises. Sokka paused at the angry look, for a split second he wondered if he should back off; Zuko wasn't nice when he was angry, but at the same time, he did want to show off a little to the prince. He finished rolling up his pants and waded into the water, taking the spear from the prince, who just gave it up, not in the mood to deal with it.

"You can't just throw it at every fish that comes by, you have to be patient." Sokka said and stood a little further out into the water, up to his knees, spear held a little above his head. Zuko folded his arms, scoffing.

"And when did you become an expert?" Zuko asked, not happy about a peasent showing him how to fish. Sokka smiled a little at the begrudging tone in the prince's voice. Ok, so he liked to show off from time to time.

"Since I was 12," Sokka boasted a little and Zuko's frown deepened, "When you're in the South Pole all you do is fish." Zuko pondered this. He had to admit, to himself at least, that he was not good at fishing. He was not meant to be a refugee. He'd sailed a ship for nearly 3 years, but now they couldn't shop normally at any market because if they, he and Iroh, were seen, they would be turned over to Azula; which Zuko had made clear that that was not an option.

Zuko supposed that he could learn from the Water Tribe teen, but he did want to get under Sokka's skin as well; it was very amusing to see Sokka react. It gave him a sense of control in this whole situation. Control was a basic trait that he fell back on; all fire benders needed a level of control in bending, but it was also pleasing to have the upper hand.

Zuko walked up behind Sokka, causing the other to look around curiously to see what the prince was up to. Sokka was startled when Zuko fit his body against Sokka's, hand sliding up his arm and grasping the spear above Sokka's, mirroring the stance. Sokka blushed, hearing his own heart in his chest; completely bewildered and caught off guard by the contact.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Sokka stuttered out, feeling Zuko's body heat against his.

"If you're going to teach me, I suppose I should pay attention." Zuko said, looking over Sokka's shoulder and resting his other hand on the darker skinned teen's other arm, just for a place to put it. Sokka was shorter than him so he didn't have to strain to see what Sokka was seeing in front of them. They actually fit nicely together, Zuko commented in his mind, not feeling awkward about it at all.

Sokka really didn't see the need for Zuko to be so close to learn, but he couldn't bring himself to push the other away from him. He was a little embarrassed to admit to himself that he actually liked the warmth; Jet never held him after sex, and sometimes it was all he wanted. He gulped quietly and tried to ignore Zuko's hot body against his, looking back to the water.

"So-so as I was saying," Sokka murmured, "you have to be patient until the bigger fish swim by..." he trailed off, knowing there wasn't much else to do until a fish swam by. He hoped it would happen quickly, he didn't want to get use to Zuko touching him. They stood like that for a while, shifting every once in a while, getting use to each other's close presence. The fish slowly swam back into view. Sokka felt Zuko immediately tense and his grip shifted on the spear, as if he was going to try to throw the spear from here.

"Not yet," Sokka whispered, "Its too far away, and too small." Zuko forced himself to relax, a little agitated that this was taking so long. They watched the little fish dart around, it was a little blue fish with orange gills. It weaved between their legs, checking out the new addition to the environment. Zuko was feeling antsy, the fish being right there and not being able to attempt to catch it. . Other fish started to drift in as well, a little bigger than the first but Sokka murmured that they were still too small. Growing tired of the position, Zuko shifted his hand from Sokka's shoulder to a more comfortable position of Sokka's side, right above his hip. Sokka jumped a little, making the fish dart away from being startled, but not out of view.

"What are you doing?" Sokka hissed, very worried that Zuko was making a move on him.

"My arm was cramping, this is taking too long." Zuko informed him and Sokka let out a shaky breath of relief and tried to concentrate on the fish.

"Well stop moving and be a little patient." Sokka said, secretly being impatient himself; Zuko's touch made his skin tingle in a strange, but delightful way. He didn't want Zuko to have this profound affect on him, but at the same time, he thrived on the warmth of the fire bender while he could.

Finally a good sized fish lazily drifted in sight and they both saw it.

"That one." Sokka pointed it out.

"I see it." Zuko confirmed, muscles tensing, ready to strike.

"Not yet, wait until it comes closer." The darker skinned teen warned.

"It might not come any closer." Zuko said in a frustrated tone.

"It will." Sokka said confidently and lowered the spear down a couple of inches slowly. The fish did get comfortable in the area, swimming within a foot of their legs. "See?" Sokka snickered and Zuko huffed. Sokka aimed and thrust the spear down. Zuko added his own strength to the throw and with a brief splash, the fish was speared through the middle. Sokka gave a victorious, "Ha!" but with the momentum of the throw, they both fell forward into the water.

Zuko came up fist, sputtering, spitting water out of his mouth. Sokka came up a moment later, bumping up against Zuko's chest behind him, spitting out a stream of water.

"Oh, that was brilliant." Zuko said sardonically, getting to his knees to break their contact, irritated that he was soaked now. Sokka turned around in the water, sitting now, frowning back at the prince.

"Shut up, at least I got it," Sokka snapped, holding up the spear with the wiggling fish still on the end of it, securely skewered though the middle.

"Oh great, one little fish." Zuko sneered, hating the fact that he was out done.

"Well maybe if you were any good, I wouldn't have had to get wet." Sokka scoffed, tossing the spear and fish to shore.

"It's because you pulled me in with you that you're wet now." Zuko said in an agitated way, not liking the accusation of his fishing skills, even if he knew they were horrible. He stood up and wrung some water out of his shirt; he hated getting wet. Sokka stood up as well, insulted.

"I didn't pull you, you pushed me!" Sokka exclaimed.

"I did not!" Zuko argued back, and placed his hand on the other's chest and gave a swift shove, "That was pushing you." Sokka was thrown off balance and fell back into the knee high water. When he got over the stunning fact that Zuko had just pushed him, he realized Zuko was chuckling, in a strange and uncommon light tone. Sokka gave Zuko an agitated look and lunged forward, pulling Zuko's leg from under him, causing the fire bender to loose his balance and topple into the water next to him. Zuko came up, wiping water out of his face and Sokka laughed at getting the prince soaked like him.

"And that was pulling you." Sokka taunted and Zuko raised an eyebrow, taking that as a challenge. Zuko got into a crouching position and before Sokka could even wonder what Zuko was doing, Zuko tackled him into the water.

They wrestled in the shallow water, rolling over one another, in what Sokka dared to say, was a playful tumble. It was a bizarre phenomenon, Sokka thought in the back of his head as he dunked Zuko's head under the water's surface and Zuko dragged him down with him, surprising him. It was such an immature stunt for both of them, but it just happened so fluently that neither really realized how childish it really was. Sokka found himself smiling as Zuko splashed him and the was prince grinning.

It finally came to a stop when Zuko pinned Sokka down halfway onto shore and both breathed heavily. Sokka caught his breath, still smiling for a split moment, but then his smile dropped when he realized Zuko was hovering over him, shoulders only pinned into the sand with little force and Zuko knelt with one knee between his legs. Jet flashed into his mind and the sudden rush of adrenaline from the wrestling drained out of him.

Zuko noticed the sudden change immediately and his own rare smile fell. It was suddenly awkward without there being a reason and Sokka averted his gaze. Jet would pin him down much like this and tease him endlessly. He felt a wave of guilt and insecurity wash over him, a silent moment making the atmosphere heavy.

"Those... fish aren't going to catch themselves." Sokka said slowly after the tense moment. Zuko got the hint and leaned back, getting to his feet.

"Right." Zuko said uneasily and held out his hand to help Sokka up. Sokka looked at the offered hand and gingerly reached out to take it, pausing inches from Zuko's fingers. It was so odd, Sokka thought, he had no idea what to make of what they'd just done, Jet never did anything like that with him, and he didn't even think Zuko liked to tolerate him. Zuko's hand took his and pulled him to his feet and Sokka stumbled only some before stepping back from the prince, pulling his hand from Zuko's. He immediately wrung out some water from his shirt to stop the notable shaking of his hands.

Zuko didn't say anything about it and picked up the spear that Sokka threw ashore earlier, sharply pulling the spear out of the now limp fish. Sokka quickly headed back over to where his pole was stuck in the ground, sitting down, uncomfortable both mentally and physically. He picked his pole back up, bringing the line back in, bare of both bait and fish. He sighed and drew up the hook, taking another strip of meat to bait it again; that was just his luck, wasn't it? He thought bitterly. He tossed it back into the water and chanced a glance back at the fire prince. Zuko was back at fishing also, though a tad more patient after the sobering awkward moment. Zuko felt the other's eyes on him and met Sokka's blue eyes with his questioning yellow ones. Blue eyes immediately shied away and they didn't speak again until Zuko suggested they head back when the sun touched the horizon.

They had enough fish for everyone by then and Sokka nodded, getting up from his spot, wondering if Zuko possibly liked him. Sokka took a deep breath as he gathered his things, telling himself not to get his hopes up.

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