Was anyone else as freakin' swamped over break like me? Geez. And then my account was being all jacked-up and not letting me upload stories. So there's my excuse. Pretty much all that happens is we get to see their letters to each other. I hope you enjoy.

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Zuko

Why was he dating Mai? Why? At the bonfire, he told her what he thought he should feel. He should be in love with her. He should be happy he was home. She had kissed him; he kissed back. It was an automatic response. A habit. Her confessing she cared for him didn't help with his confusion. Maybe on some level, he did care for Mai. He tried to focus on her. But when he was in bed, when thoughts raced through his head, all he saw was a pair of sapphire eyes.

He waited. For days he waited. Their little 'vacation' at the beach didn't help—okay, maybe trashing that wannabe's house had relieved some stress—and he was more distraught than ever. He felt an inevitable choice pulling him in. Who would he rather be with? Pale skin, glossy black hair, childhood girl. Mocha skin, blue-eyed, sarcastic, clumsy but somehow refined…boy.

Zuko could not believe he was trying to decide between a high-ranking girl and a rather simplistic Water Tribe boy. A month ago he would never consider anyone but Mai. Now he was just trying to figure a way to leave her without daggers in his eyes.

Zuko stifled a familiar sigh and somehow crept silently out of Lo and Li's cramped beach house. Azula, Ty Lee and Mai were fast asleep in their tiny beds. Azula, for all her complaining about its inadequacy, was curled up snugly, light snores erupting from her every now and then. Mai was on a lower bunk, her face just as expressionless in the dream world as it was in real life. Ty Lee had that sweet expression on her face as always, a bit of drool on her lip.

Zuko had never much cared for Ember Island. When he was younger, the only fun part was exploring the hidden caves and clumps of palm trees. Now it gave him bad memories that made his heart hurt and head feel dizzy. The hot anger inside of him was gone, replaced by cold confusion. He wished his uncle would speak to him again. He wished he could feel for Mai the way he had once. He wished this gut-clamping feeling of disappointment would go away.

Out of habit, Zuko inclined his head to peer at the sky, searching for a flying feline shape in the dark canvas. As he expected, it was empty. Zuko sat on an old log, gnarled and wide, and rubbed his face, fighting back tears. A screeching sound snapped him out of his daze, and his eyes scanned the sky. Nothing. His shoulders sagged and he got up to walk away, only to be scared to death by the saberhawk perched imperiously on a short palm tree.

His heart jumped and he practically skipped over to the bird, before reminding himself that men did not skip. But sometimes they walked quickly with a little bounce in their step.

He snatched the scroll, avoiding the bird's nipping beak, and found a secluded spot to read. It was a decent sized letter, and he made himself comfortable before settling in.

Zuko,

I think you've been knocked out by Aang too many times. There's no way a Fire Nation prince and a Water Tribe…peasant could care for each other. Do you realize that your people destroy innocent lives? Tearing down towns and homes without another thought? Why should I believe you are any better than that? Katara told me about when you two were trapped in the Crystal Catacombs. You either betrayed her, or are just a really good actor.

Zuko felt a stab of regret.

As for your lonely feelings, what do you want me to do? Tell you everyone loves you? I am sorry about your uncle though. He seemed like a nice guy. Katara told me how he held off the Dai Lee and Azula. I have to say, your sister creeps me out.

Zuko smiled bitterly.

Anyway, back to the point. You said that writing to you wouldn't endanger the world. How does this bird find me? We move all over the place. If you think you can track us like this, I'll just kill the thing.

Zuko looked at the bird cleaning its feathers. He had a hard time believing Sokka would snap its neck.

Convince me you won't hunt Aang, and I'll talk.

Sokka

Sokka

Did he care that Toph was now 'The Runaway'? Not really. He felt slightly guilty about keeping the secret from Katara, but Toph could take care of herself, and they did need the money. Sokka stayed up late every night sketching his armor for Appa.

He felt better after his talk with Toph about his mother and Katara. It made him realize how much he really did care for his sister and Toph and Aang. It also made him more confused about this whole Zuko situation.

Sokka couldn't deny he was attracted to Zuko. He blushed every time he thought about him, actually. But there was a side of Sokka that didn't trust Zuko; the logical side. Reasons why he shouldn't be with Zuko: 1) He was the Fire Lord's son. 2) He had tried numerous times to capture Aang, and hurt them in the process. 3) Firebender. Need he say more?

But then Sokka would remember that night together. It wasn't the sex that he really remembered – well, a large part of it was – but it was how gentle Zuko had been. His eyes had been soft. How he had actually asked Sokka if he wanted to do it. And then, when it was Sokka on top and Zuko no the bottom – he had been so grateful. And a little pleading.

Even now Sokka felt himself get hard and licked his lips, trying to remember that subtle smell on his flawless skin. Except the scar, anyway. He felt his member twitch as he envisioned golden eyes.

"Hey, Sokka." Sokka snapped out of it as Aang sat next to him. Sokka tried to rearrange his pants in the most natural way possible. Note to self; there is no natural way of hiding a tent.

"What's up Aang?" He cheesed, pretending to work with the armor he was shaping. "I saw this really cool bird over in those trees," Aang pointed, his love for animals coming through. Sokka thought he meant Hawky, until Aang said, "It kinda looks like a cat! It even had the tail!"

"Really?" Sokka stood up suddenly, dropping the steel armor onto his foot. "Ow, dammit! Aang, where was it?"

Aang looked at him with those wide grey eyes. "Sokka, why are you getting so excited?"

Oh shit. "Um, because, because…Hawky hates other birds!" He decided. "So I was gonna go make sure it didn't, erm, bother us, right?" He laughed nervously. Actually not the worst lie I've told…but it's not that good either.

Aang pointed a thick clump of trees near the waterfall. "It was in a big lichi tree! I'll go with you!"

"No, that's okay," Sokka said quickly. "I…I need you to stay here and watch Hawky. He and Momo don't get along so great either. I'll be right back," he smiled with a corny grin and hurried away while at the same time trying to act like he wasn't about to jump up and down and skip over to the cat-hawk.

Sokka entered underneath the canopy and looked around. "Here, um, kitty kitty kitty. Here…kitty hawky kitty." He almost slapped himself.

With a mew it flew out of a lichi tree and landed on his head, pulling his hair before settling on a log and staring at him. Eyes watering, Sokka said, "You just love pulling on my hair, don't you?"

The saberhawk cocked its head to the side and purred.

Not the best ending, but I wanted to get this chapter out A.S.A.P. I would love to hear some future plot ideas from you guys! Peace out!