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[mekachu04]

I HAVE NOT WATCHED THE END YET.... my roommate and I are watching the whole show - starting with episode one... while i have the END on my PC i have not yet watched it.. So... I have no idea how it ends, and I'm doing my damnedest not to spoil it it.... DON'T SPOIL IT. NORMALLY, I don't care - but this is a think me and my roommate (who is AWESOME) are doing - and I don't want to feel like i cheated her

THIS IS and unfinished rambling on how i saw the last battle go down... or atleast the pre-lude to the last battle go down.... there's some ZS - but more like it being something that's been a while and established....

Mostly... this is me - writing my own strange stories... (KILLING CHARACTERS)


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/Can I go to the moon, instead?/

There was that feeling again... For the n'th night in a row, Sokka sat up - rubbing is forehead in exhausted annoyance, waiting for the waves of nausea to fade. He pulled his knees up - not in defense, but more for something to lean on - the move slight enough to not displace the arm draped lightly around his waist.

Something was wrong - he _knew_ it - but what he wasn't sure. He looked up at the moon again for some guidance, and only received a tightening cramp in his gut. He was going to be sick. Again.

Zuko made a noise at his side, blinking up at him with sleepy, irritated eyes. 'Sleep'

'Can't' he murmured back. It wasn't bad dreams - as far as he could recall, his sleep had been restful and pleasant. He'd informed Aang and Katara after the first night - and was brushed off as being his usual paranoid self. And Katara never did place much trust in his 'instincts.'

Zuko continued to doze, half in his lap, as Sokka absent-mindedly ran his hand though the other boy's hair, but continued staring lost up at the moon. Yue gave him no answers - just intensified that feeling of dread and the need to hurl.

Toph approached their spot after he finally had to get up, sitting amused off to the side as the boys dressed and packed. They'd done well to remain quiet - these past couple nights where teenage hormones (that was all it was! they where both quick to say) kicked in, and they needed someone to just be there. But - Toph listened in a while different way, and they'd kept her up the first whole night (She'd rather enjoyed watching - but she'd never admit it). They were more considerate of her now, but trusted her to remain silent.

Sokka flopped down on his rolled mat, grumbling about nerves and ill thoughts. His whining and complaining fell once more of deaf ears, until he sat up straight, face set and serious, and stared at Zuko.

The once-fire Prince was unnerved to say the least, returning the look with frozen uncertainty. 'What?'

'If something happens to me - you two have to promise me something...'

Toph tilted her head in confusion, and Zuko looked at him warily, both asking- 'Like what?'

'That you make sure Aang beats the Fire Lord...'

Toph stood, marching over to Sokka and holding his face in both her hands, making sure to have his full attention, 'No- like what as in you?'

Zuko, too, would like this question answered - so he make no more to ask Toph to back down - only stared holes into Sokka's skull.

'I .. I dunno... I just... got this feeling...' He pulled away, pushing her hands from his face, before turning to fix Zuko with an intensity matching look, 'And you have to beat your sister... what ever happens... Aang has to beat your dad - and you have to beat Azula.'

'You're talking like you plan on dying' Zuko warned, finally moving to finish pulling on his cloths - as if the action could dismiss the tension in the air.

'I'm not _planing_ on dying' Sokka retorted back with a huff, 'I'm just saying - '

They made no comment, just the three sitting in silance. 'Promise me.'

'Stop-'

'PROMISE ME.'

Zuko worked his jaw in a huff, but finally nodded, 'Fine.'

Sokka stood, picking up his things. 'Thanks Zuko...'

'You're just being paranoid again.'

With a defeated sigh, Sokka moved to join the rest of the group 'I hope so... '


* * *

He hated being right.... Honest - he was getting quiet used to none of his plans ever working. He was almost ready to start to rely on that tidbit... So why did his luck have to change now?

He wasn't weak - and no one had to reassure him of that. But in a meelee of probably the worlds strongest living Benders - he was sorely out of place. He'd been doing well though - using his underestimated skills to fell soldiers twice his age, size and skill.

Unfortunately though - metal was his 'element' and lighting was hers, and the voltage that ran though his raised blade made his body seize and his muscles clench. His fingers hadn't even figured out how to _let go_ yet when Azula was at his side, riping the sword from his hands and an arm behind his back.

Ears still screaming in silence from her attack, he couldn't hear her demands; couldn't even hear himself scream when she wretched his arm up behind him- the bones snapping under her fingers.

He feels his stomach drop out - feels it floundering at his feet. If the fire Princess hadn't been holding him up - he was sure he could trip on it. He wanted to be sick, but she pulls again - and he can't even breath.

He's not in his body anymore - no he's watching himself scream: sometimes in pain, sometimes curses he didn't even know he knew... In his expelled muted self - he's watching Aang pause - watching Katara look on in horror....

'No!' He tries to yell out - but the words don't leave the lips of his body - just screams. He watches his arm in Azula's hands - bodies don't bend that way.

He doesn't want to be the reason they all fail...

Azula powers up with her free hand - a blast flying off towards Aang. The boy doesn't move - remains shell-shocked and venerable.

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He didn't let himself think - didn't let himself draw on what he was doing. He just reached out and /pulled/ - the lightning turning, arching, pivoting in a lazy circle back to him.

Down the arm. To the stomach. Then back up, and out the other Arm.

He wanted to be sick - both Azula and Sokka went quiet. But only his face looked relieved.

He knew with out moving a set towards them - the redirect had hit it's target. 'Aang... Hurry...' He yelled, face staring down to his shoes 'It's too late for him - You _HAVE_ to beat the Fire Lord' ...You have to beat my dad....

The hatred flaring off of the 'good guys' made his eyes prickle, but he remained there - waiting until they ran off to go save the world.

Azula was still breathing - deep panicked and angry. Zuko completely ignored her - knowing it wasn't going to last much longer - and while they maybe blood - the boys next to her was more his family than she ever was.

Sokka's eyes where wide, panicked and searching. Zuko lifted him away, careful not to jostle him too much - mindful of his busted arm and the smoldering hole though his chest.

He'd made it not a step away when Sokka's broken and stained voice kicked in... it was a simple question, one that Zoku knew only fleeting details into it's meaning...

'Do ya.. think.... i can go to the moon.... instead?'

The question was voiced with such hope and pleading, that Zuko couldn't deny such a strange request, 'Sure...'

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