Hello all. Another story line. I'm on a roll. If you like what you're reading, please see my other fics, especially Fidelity, Blood Sister, and All in Due Time. Dont forget to Review.

Also, there is some change from first to third tense. Toph talks in first. Everything else is in the view of third person. Just wanted to warn people. Sorry if that bothers you. It just fits my purpose better.

Disclaimer: I dont own Avatar. I wish i did, but i dont.

I love how they ignore me sometimes, as if I were not existence and not just blind. They think that just because I have that certain time of the month where I just want them to leave me alone, that I want to be left out all the time. Hrm…think; after we saved Aang from Scar face and his crazy sister, Katara and Sokka ran our heroic Aang into the medical unit and left me to watch Appa for TWO DAYS. Two days of talking to Appa. Two days of having Momo chattering away at no one but me. Two whole days of me fretting over my friends and not hearing from them in that time span. But hey, I'm just Toph and I don't care about my friends and I just want to be lazy and watch Appa right?

Under appreciated

Underestimated

Unneeded

I'm done with that. They'll see

Katara sighed, opening her eyes to the early dawn light. Her head lay on the side of Aang's bed as the young Avatar himself dozed. Sokka was over in the corner, sleeping with his thumb in his mouth. It would have been comical if Katara hadn't been through hell the past three days.

The moment Aang opened his eyes after she healed him on Appa, she knew he'd live, but it'd be a struggle. She and her friends had stopped at the closest and safest town they could find and spent the past two days trying to revive the Avatar; he hadn't awaken since that fateful night.

But today she felt optimistic. Katara lifted her head and shook the loose strands from her face. She hated not having her braid in, but since she lost her hair band in her fight with Zuko, she had to deal with the mess. For some reason, lately Sokka gave even more glares to the boys as they passed by. But Sokka was always known for strange behaviors.

Speaking of her brother, he stirred awake shortly afterwards. Noticing the thumb in his mouth, the young warrior quickly pulled it out and whipped it on his shirt, looking around to see if anyone saw. Katara rolled her eyes and turned back to Aang, who had just rolled over. Any sign of moment was good.

"No change from sleeping beauty?" Sokka asked about Aang.

Katara sighed; sometimes her brother could be so insensitive. "No, Sokka. Aang is still as he was last night. I don't know why he wont wake up."

Sokka shrugged. "Maybe he just doesn't want to wake up. Maybe he is scared or something," the boy suggested half-heartedly.

After a moment of silence, the water warrior stood up and stretched. "It's been almost three days now, Katara. I feel bad for Aang and want to be there when he wakes up and all, but I think I should go check on Toph at the least."

Katara just nodded thoughtlessly. "Yes, yes. Fine, whatever you think best," she said, her thoughts elsewhere.

"Alright Katara, I'm leaving," Sokka said, walking slowly towards the door. He had been hoping for his sister to put up some protest so that he would feel needed.

"Bye."

"I don't know when I'll be back. You'll have to handle without me," he said, nearing the door.

"Ok. Be safe."

"Bye Katara…" he said, shutting the door slowly behind him. His sister didn't respond. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked down the main street of the small town, back to Toph.

"Is that why you won't wake up Aang? Are you scared," Katara asked into the silence, her eyes filled with worry. She fingered the bed sheets thoughtfully until her hand traced his. She gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Don't be afraid, Aang. I'm here. I'll keep you safe," she whispered.