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His sad excuse of a cane creaked precariously with every step. Sokka had found a long stick to help him balance, and fashioned himself a handle out of a torn off strip of his pant leg. Both hands desperately clutched on. He hobbled across the forest floor, also using trees for support, and praying that his walking stick wouldn't snap. The endless hum of wildlife and his own uneven breathing felt deafening. 

I just need to find Katara, Aang and Toph. Keep moving. 

With every step, he worsened the searing in his right leg. During an ambush from the Rough Rhinos earlier that morning, Sokka had been knocked down a cliff by their campsite. He was trying to frame it as a clever evasion, a delusion to get over the embarrassment. He hobbled onward, hyper aware of the bruises and cuts that littered his body. There was soil on his face dangerously close to his mouth, which he spat away angrily. His leg was killing him.

It’s broken. God, it has to be broken. Katara will fix it.

In this state, he’d be no help in the fight. The best course of action was to get away from the action, and try to signal down Appa soon. Sokka swore as he stumbled over roots, and whenever his leg jostled too much. Sokka grumbled as bugs zipped past, dead set on escaping and ignoring the pain. 

After what felt like an hour, but was probably only fifteen minutes, Sokka walked out of some low foliage and was surprised to find remnants of a small campsite. In the centre of the clearing, there was evidence of a campfire from the night before, embers still glowing faintly. A poorly made tent was slouched against a twisty oak tree, held up with sticks similar to his surprisingly reliable cane. A sad excuse of a camp, clearly made by a novice survivor. Sokka glared around suspiciously, but saw nothing anyone would return to. There were no supplies around, and the lame shelter didn’t seem worth it to take. Surely it had been abandoned.

Sokka hobbled over to the tent to investigate further, pushing back the flap. Other than a pathetic pile of leaves, and some scratched drawings on the tree trunk - nothing. Satisfied, Sokka began to turn around to press on.

But as he whirled around, he was met with a figure looming behind him. Sokka screamed in shock, and fell backwards, falling into what was left of the tent. The supporting beams and musty cloth caved in with a clattering crash. Sokka landed on his back, propped up on his elbows amidst the mess. Aggravated from the sudden movement, Sokka’s leg screamed at him. He hissed in pain, squinting his eyes shut, then forcing them open again to see the threat. He looked up at the figure and his jaw dropped. 

There staring down at him were two shocked amber eyes, one thinner than the other. The scarred gaze hardened, and the man glared down at Sokka with clenched fists.

“ZUKO?!”

“ You.”

-

Sokka lay on the ground in surprise, cursing his terrible luck. Zuko had looked equally surprised, but now was staring him down with his eyebrows furrowed so tight it had to be giving him wrinkles. His stance engaged, hands raised into a fighting pose. He waited for Sokka to attack or run, but Sokka just lay there in shock and silent agony. Zuko scanned his body, quickly noticing his injuries and stray walking stick. 

“You’re… hurt.” Zuko stated, fists lowering. His stance shifted, slightly relaxing. Sokka realised how screwed he was.

“Aw, hi Zuko!” Sokka laughed anxiously. “It’s been a while! Haircut?” This buzzcut was a serious improvement.

“Shut your mouth. Is the Avatar nearby?!” Zuko shouted, angry, and vaguely desperate. Sokka rolled his eyes. The angry prince really had a one track mind. 

“Obviously, I’m not telling you that.”

Zuko tilted his head. He continued studying Sokka, seeing his injuries and overall dishevelment. Sokka squirmed under the scrutiny, knowing he couldn’t really escape in this state. The Fire Prince looked up and around, probably scanning for a sky bison. 

As he looked away, Sokka started crawling backwards away from Zuko. Clawing the earth below him, he dragged himself as fast as possible, knowing it was futile. Zuko noticed, and exhaled, frustrated. 

Zuko stormed over, and reached down to grab Sokka by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the ground and up close to his face.. 

“You cannot, and will not escape. I don’t think you can even walk. It’s pointless, so don’t waste your energy.” Zuko scowled. Sokka could feel his breath on his face. 

“If you’re gonna kill me, get it over with, bitch.” Sokka jutted out his chin. Zuko’s angry face fell into slight confusion. 

“Why would I kill you?”

“You’ve established a pattern, Zuko. When have you not been trying to kill me?” Sokka droned, trying to hide his nervousness with sarcasm. Zuko looked mildly offended, then serious again. 

“You’re not helpful to me, dead.” Zuko dragged Sokka towards a tree from under his arms, and Sokka clawed and shoved, fruitlessly trying to wrench Zuko’s hands off him. Zuko propped Sokka up, sitting against the tree eventually and pinned him to it with a toned forearm.

“Ugh, get off me!” Sokka jostled around. The resistance was all show, and they both knew it. In this state, Sokka couldn’t do anything. 

While holding him still with his forearm, Zuko pulled rope out from his satchel, and quickly tied Sokka to the tree. Sokka struggled in vain against the binds, but eventually slumped in resolution. He shot a withering glare up at Zuko, which had little effect. Zuko stood in front of the now tied up Sokka, and crossed his arms, all intimidating-like. The teenagers glared at one another for a minute or so.

“You love tying people to trees.” Sokka deadpanned, finally breaking the silence.

“You’re going to come with me.” Zuko said firmly, puffing out his chest.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Sokka scowled.

“You will. You’re coming with me, and when the Avatar comes to find you, I will capture him.” Zuko stated.

“You seem prepared for that.” Sokka grinned, looking around the ramshackle campsite. “You don’t exactly have the resources to capture an avatar. What, are you gonna tie him to a tree too?” Zuko’s eyes squinted angrily at that. “What happened to you? Living in the woods now?”

“That is none of your business. And I will capture him. I caught you, didn’t I?”

“Sure, you caught the guy with no weapons and a broken leg! This bodes well for you. I’m sure you could handle three master benders at once, no problem!”

“Three?” Zuko raised an eyebrow.

“We have a new teammate, you’re gonna love her.” Sokka scrunched his nose with a sarcastic smile. 

“Did you say you have a broken leg?” 

“No.” Sokka’s smile dropped. “It might be broken. I’m still getting away from you.”

Zuko slowly crouched down to be at Sokka’s eye level.

“It’d be cute to watch you try. You’re not going anywhere, water tribe.” 

Sokka groaned, and tried squirming out of his ropes again. 

“So what? Are you going to keep me at this charming campsite until Aang shows up and kicks your ass?” 

“I’ll figure something out. Sit tight.” Zuko got up, and walked towards a bush stashed with his supplies and began rifling through it. 

Sokka prayed that Katara, Aang, and Toph would find him, fast. He couldn’t stand this jerk. He also couldn’t stand.

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Screaming for help seemed obvious, but when was anything that easy? If the Rough Rhino warriors who attacked them heard his cries and got to him before Sokka’s friends, there would be an even uglier mess of Fire Nation for him to deal with. Besides, Zuko would stop him in a second if he tried, and Sokka was resolved not to be gagged. Sokka grumbled as he fidgeted with his bonds, as Zuko busily sorted through his old bags. Fantastic, calling for help was off the table. Perhaps he could draw his friend’s attention another way. Something visible from the sky. If he found the right distraction, maybe-

Sokka was snapped out of deep thought as Zuko stood upright suddenly. Sokka watched as Zuko stared intently into the forest, zeroed in on a single sound. His stance was tense and wound up. In that moment of focus, Sokka really took in the teenager. The prince’s usual obnoxious sharp armor was replaced by the humblest brown clothes. Patches of miscellaneous fabric held together tattered brown pants, sewn with jagged stitches. A sword hilt rested on his hip, which Sokka noted as something he could use to escape. A tan vest sat atop his brown wrap shirt, the seams fraying and tearing. The outfit was fit for an Earth kingdom commoner, yet now was wrapped around the Firelord’s son. Sokka was secretly intrigued by the change in wardrobe, and especially the haircut. Zuko’s usual god awful ponytail was thankfully gone. Now he just looked like…a guy. Sokka realized he’d been staring at him for a bit too long, as Zuko noticed.

“What are you looking at?” Zuko accused.

“Nothing. Just loving the outfit.”

“Shut up.” Zuko turned away to hide his expression. He walked towards some bushes and guided out an ostrich horse that had been concealed there.

“When did this homeless thing start?” Sokka teased, although genuinely curious.

“I am travelling lightweight.” Zuko snapped as he quickly loaded his minimal bags onto the ostrich horse.

“I can see that! Very lightweight.” Sokka looked around the sad campsite again. “This is embarrassing! Behold, the prince of the Fire Nation! Enemies tremble when he appears!” Sokka laughed. “What the hell happened to you?” Zuko exhaled angrily.

“That’s none of your business, water tribe. You’re not looking too good, yourself. Now stop talking. We’ve gotta move.” Zuko said, walking behind Sokka’s tree.

“You are not taking me to a second location.” Sokka glared at Zuko as he walked past, jerking and pulling at his binds. Zuko ignored him and crouched down to start untying the knots. As soon as the ties loosened, Sokka hurriedly clawed the rope off him and slid under the loops. Now on the ground, unbound, Sokka struggled to his feet, similar to a newborn horse learning to stand. Pain shot out from his bad leg as he stumbled precariously off the ground, one hand on the tree to balance himself. Once semi-upright, Sokka started hobbling across the camp, in a futile escape attempt. God, his whole body hurt. Each step/fall forward pulled at his cuts. But in no world would he give up and cooperate with Zuko taking him away. After several agonizing clumsy steps, Sokka looked back over his shoulder to see if he was being pursued.

Instead of chasing, Zuko leaned against the tree with his arms crossed, showing no indication that he was about to attack or move. He was just watching Sokka with an unimpressed, almost bored expression. Sokka stopped hobbling and stared back.

“This is embarrassing.” Zuko smiled, echoing Sokka’s words. Sokka grit his teeth. “Now, stop it before you hurt yourself even more.” Zuko casually left the tree, strolled towards him. Sokka raised his fists defensively as the fire bender approached. Zuko gently pushed Sokka by the shoulder, sending him toppling back down onto the ground.

“Ow! You asshole!” Sokka complained, as his thousand injuries were again jostled. Zuko loomed over him confidently.

“Did you think that was going to work?”

“Eh, my odds were 50/50.” Sokka shrugged, even though shrugging hurt. His hand propping him up gripped the dirt tightly. “I’m still optimistic.”

Sokka flung the dirt at Zuko’s face, hitting his eyes. Zuko cried out, and his hands flung to his face to claw the earth out. Blinded and distracted, Sokka continued his escape. Crawling away faster than ever before towards the ostrich horse. If he could ride it away then maybe -

A shadow fell over him, and Sokka yelped as he was dragged off the ground, almost to his feet by a hand gripping the back of his shirt collar. Easily holding him off the ground with one hand, Zuko spun Sokka round to face him. Inches away from a scowling scarred face covered in dirt, Sokka grimaced. Sokka’s kicks and shoves slowed down in exhaustion after a minute or so of fruitlessly flailing.

“Nice try. We can do this all day. But if you want to heal, this won’t do you any favours.” Zuko lowered Sokka to the ground, never letting go of his bicep, then reached behind him for the previously used rope.

Firstly, he tied Sokka’s ankles together, only managing to get kicked four times in the process. He leaned forward and took each of Sokka’s arms and brought them together in front of him. The prince swiftly tied his wrists together as well. Sokka did a few performative yanks against the quality rope, but was beginning to feel resigned in his wounded state.

“Whatever. Tie me up all you like. No matter where you take me, my friends will find me.” Sokka glared.

“That’s the idea.” Zuko said.

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This was more physical contact with the prince of the Fire Nation than Sokka ever imagined he would have. The ostrich horse noisily clambered through the forest. Zuko rode atop it with fiery determination, with Sokka strung over the animal’s saddle behind him. Tied hands dangling below him, Sokka cursed in embarrassment and frustration as he was whisked away. It was nowhere as smooth a ride as Appa, constantly jostling him and his injuries. Zuko’s bags were attached to the back of the saddle, sandwiching Sokka awkwardly in the middle. Securing him in place, Zuko held the reins in one hand, and clasped onto the back of Sokka’s shirt with the other. He was hyperaware of the feeling of Zuko’s hand against his back, gripped onto his blue shirt. He was warm.

Sokka grumbled, pissed off at his situation. Sure, he’d been captured many times. Probably enough times for it to be embarrassing, honestly. But this felt different. The silence between them was deafening. They were pressed against each other, and Sokka could feel his breathing against his side. He suddenly felt some major deja vu. It reminded him of that time Zuko and the crazy mole lady captured him and Katara. Only this time, he was alone with Zuko.

Darting between trees, they rode away fast enough to make the surroundings blur together into a mess of browns and greens. The constant hum of the forest had escalated into a scream, as the ostrich horse’s feet drummed the earth. The hand gripping the back of his shirt was so tight, Sokka wondered if he might tear the fabric.

The makeshift kidnapping felt so humiliating. Sokka cursed himself, he should have never let this happen. Now Katara, Aang, and Toph had to come rescue him, wasting time on their mission. He had no doubt that they could handle Zuko as he currently was. But what if Zuko had reinforcements? What if he really did still have his resources, and this disguise was all a front to blend in and ambush them? No, that didn’t make any sense, it wasn’t Zuko’s style. There’s no way Zuko would stoop down to this level voluntarily. Something had to have happened to him.

“Have you set a course for the Fire Nation? I think we’re almost there!” Sokka pestered, finally cutting through the silence. No response from the angry jerk, only a readjusting of the hand holding his shirt.

After one particularly egregious bump in the ride, Sokka grit his teeth and gasped in pain. Unsure which part of him had been aggravated, Sokka just knew his entire body was battered. Could this thing go a little slower? Sokka noticed out of the corner of his eye, Zuko turned just a degree back towards him, noticing. Perhaps he was imagining it, but the ostrich horse did seem to slightly slow down soon after.

After an hour of riding, Zuko slowed at the sound of rushing water. He veered and followed it. Eventually, the forest terrain transitioned into a rocky riverbank, with a cliff wall across the water. Giant clawed feet skidded to a stop, sending dust flying. Zuko scanned the cliffside over the river, staring at a waterfall intently. He looked over his shoulder warily.

“Where are we going??” Sokka demanded, elbowing Zuko’s side. “Do you even have a plan? Or are you just scouting a place to bury me?” It was a half joke, Sokka wasn’t sure how far he’d actually go.

Zuko looked over his shoulder down at Sokka.

“I’ll repeat myself. I’m not going to kill you. I don’t even have to hurt you, in this state. It’s not like you pose any real threat to me, anyway.” Zuko replied flatly.

“Fuck you, I’m a massive threat.” Sokka retorted. He was secretly relieved that Zuko didn’t plan on killing him, even if he didn’t completely trust that.

“Threat to yourself, maybe.” Zuko shrugged, then hopped off the ostrich horse. “There’s a cave behind that waterfall. We’ll camp there.” Zuko held the reins tightly and led the animal into the water. They waded across, the water only ever reaching Zuko’s waist in depth. The ostrich horse lightly protested getting wet. Sokka’s bound ankles and arms skimmed the surface, cooling him. After crossing half a dozen metres of shallow water, they emerged on the opposite riverbank against the cliffside. Zuko lead them forward, towards the concealed cave behind the waterfall.

-

A few paces into the surprisingly spacious cave, Zuko stopped the ostrich horse. He then pulled Sokka off the saddle and lowered him to the slightly damp ground. Feeling weak and exhausted, Sokka only had it in him for a couple half-assed kicks and squirms of resistance. He knew he couldn’t actually get out of this right now, but would rather die than completely cooperate. God, his entire body ached.

Zuko set him against the cold stone wall in an upright sitting position slowly. Although he detested being manhandled, it surprisingly was kind of careful. He was bracing to be thrown off the ostrich horse and roughed up at least a little. But this treatment felt oddly diplomatic. I must have hit my head, I’m thinking stupid.

“Stay right there.” Zuko pointed at him sternly.

“Fuck you.” Sokka pulled at his bound wrists in front of him fruitlessly.

“I’ll be right back, so don't try anything.” Zuko ordered, although he knew Sokka was too weak anyways.

“Yeah, fuck you.” Sokka grumbled.

Zuko ignored him and left the cave through the waterfall, leaving Sokka alone except for the ostrich horse, who was getting comfortable across from him.

Finally alone, Sokka leaned his head back and exhaled in exasperation and pain. The confident front he’d been putting on collapsed, and he sunk into himself in exhaustion. Now that the bumpy joyride was over, he closed his eyes and tried to pinpoint what parts of his body were hurting. Most notably, the probably broken leg was screaming. Each movement sent spasms of hot pain through his body. Wincing as he inspected himself, there were several bruises and scrapes across his arms, torso, and legs that either ached or stung. He could feel one particularly harsh cut on his left cheek whenever he moved his face too much. He could almost feel the weight of the dark circles that had to be under his eyes. This was a nightmare. He’d forgotten what it was like to deal with injuries this long. Having a healing sister, he’d gotten soft with manning through pain. He found his eyes shutting incessantly, and his limbs felt like lead.

Fading in and out of awareness, Sokka tried to come up with a daring escape plan, but couldn’t seem to hold a thought long enough. Evening light filtered in through the waterfall, flickering across the floor and walls. The cave echoed a soothing song of running water and crickets. It was fading, as Sokka slid down the cave wall, sinking into himself. He absently noted that the cave was big enough to fit Appa and the gang in there, if only Appa could fit through the waterfall entrance. His mind drifted from earthbent doors, the sounds of his friends' voices, and a hand gripping his shirt until he reluctantly dropped asleep.

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The sun was thinning through the trees. Carrying a bundle of gathered firewood wrapped in his vest, Zuko stepped through the waterfall into the cave. He stopped in the entrance and stared at his new prisoner. The teenager was slumped over, breathing evenly. It made sense, his adrenaline had probably crashed and all those injuries caught up to him. Zuko walked to the centre of the cave, a few metres away from the sleeping figure. He left a trail of water behind him, still dripping from the unconventional entrance. Whatever, he could withstand a little water for this hiding spot. Another cave. He placed down the bundle of wood which luckily had remained mostly dry thanks to his vest trick. Zuko kneeled down and pulled the logs out of the pile and stacked them into a tidy pile.

He heard his guest mumble fitfully in his sleep, and glanced up at him, pausing his work. Seeing his face slack and devoid of emotion felt wrong. He’d never seen that face without some ridiculous expression on it, usually laughing or screaming. Brown hair had fallen out of his up-do and spilled onto his forehead. Zuko noticed his eyebrows were slightly tense, even in sleep. I wonder how bad his injuries actually are.

Zuko scanned the sleeping man’s cuts and bruises. He looked awful, really. Where there wasn’t a scratch, he was covered in dirt. He’d probably fallen. Fallen a lot, actually. Zuko absently wondered what he was supposed to do with this. It didn’t feel right to leave him in this state, but it was also helpful that he was incapable of escaping currently. Ugh, I’ll figure something out. In that moment of quiet, Zuko slumped against the opposite cave wall. The two were about three metres apart, the unlit fireplace between them. Zuko rested his arms on his propped up knees and watched at the man across from him. He exhaled, exhausted. He ran his hands down his face, feeling the half smooth - half rough texture.

Maybe he still had a chance.

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Behind his eyelids, Sokka saw a bright light flashing. Oh god, was this it? He pried his eyes open and saw a burst of fire. Sokka jolted awake, bracing himself. When he realized he wasn’t being set on fire, he opened his eyes again cautiously. He blinked away the sleep to find Zuko beside a pile of wood with his hand extended. Once again, a small flash of fire appeared, smaller twigs setting ablaze. The fire caught, stretching yellow light across the stone. Zuko’s side profile was illuminated, and Sokka stared at the scarred half of Zuko’s face as it watched the little fire grow. Shadows flicked around the stalactites, like sharp teeth gnashing against the walls.
Sokka anxiously adjusted his sitting position, put-off by the casual fire-bending. He’d only ever seen it used in combat. You know, burning down villages and being thrown at his face. For some reason, Sokka was unsettled by such a domestic use of the element. He shook off the odd feeling, and refocused on the enemy before him. Sokka tried to rub his face, but was met with bound hands again. Oh, right.

He’d hoped he’d wake up and this would have been an elaborate nightmare. Alas, there was the damn prince across from him. He began glaring at Zuko hard enough that he’d hopefully burst into flames. Zuko turned towards Sokka, and looked him up and down, scanning mechanically. Sokka glared even harder under the inspection. Admittedly, he was exhausted from his disastrous long day, and that sleep had not achieved much. Hiding his pain was getting increasingly difficult.

“You’re awake.” Zuko said grimly.

“Morning.” Sokka matched him. They stared at each other for a while. They keep doing that. “Listen, Zuko,” Sokka wondered if he could be reasoned with. Unlikely but worth a shot. “We could do this whole hostage - camping thing. But really, you’re just wasting your time.”

“Am I.” Zuko scoffed.

“Yes, you are. You are going to a lot of trouble just to fail.” Sokka held up his bound wrists.

“Aren’t you confident.”

“As soon as my friends catch up, they will actually tear you apart. You have an ostrich horse and two bags to your name. You couldn’t even manage to capture Aang with the massive ship, crew, armour, and ponytail. This isn’t looking too promising, man.” Zuko huffed in response, and added a little more fire to the campfire. “My point is, you can drag me around until that happens, or just let me go and be on your way! It’s in your best interest.” Sokka feigned nonchalance, but really hoped this bullshit would work. He did believe what he was saying, but knew this was unlikely to work.

“I will capture him.” Zuko muttered. What the hell did he mean, ponytail?

“Sure. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.” Sokka shrugged. “You’ll be looking worse than me, let’s say that.” Zuko pivoted to stare at him. He scanned his injuries again, making Sokka shrink under the scrutiny.

“Tell me what happened to you.” Zuko suddenly blurted out. Sokka didn’t respond, turning away indignantly. “You’re covered in scrapes and bruises, and your leg is injured, broken by your assessment. What happened?” Zuko’s tone was unreadable.

“Why, do you wanna meet the guy and shake his hand?” Sokka jeered.

“Who was it?”

“Why does it matter?” Sokka flung his head back groaning. “Ugh. The Rough Rhinos. It was an ambush, cliff, blah, blah blah.”

“You fell off a cliff.” Zuko huffed. “Nicely done.”

“Yeah, whatever. You’re not any better. I’ve seen you fall off lots of things.”
“I’m not the one with a broken leg and filthy face.”

“But you are the one living in a cave.” Sokka retorted, smiling. Zuko stammered for a moment.

“This - this is a temporary situation. Like I said, I’m travelling lightweight.”

“And like I said, yes, very lightweight.” Sokka laughed.

“Shut up. I’m going to go get some food.” Zuko stormed out of the cave. “Stay here.”

“I think I won that!” Sokka yelled after him.

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Later, they each ate half a fish Zuko had caught in the river. Sokka internally thought he could’ve cooked this much better, but was at least being fed. They sat quietly, chewing by the fire light. Might as well have some conversation, even if it’s with the biggest idiot in the world.

“Hey Zuko.” Sokka asked.

“What?” Zuko answered suspiciously.

“Do you know my name?” Zuko didn’t answer, and just looked into the campfire. “I was just thinking about this. You haven’t called me my name.” Sokka mused. “I guess we never sat down and introduced ourselves. Well, you did. I am Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation!! Where is the Avatar?! I’m Zuko and I hate everything!” Sokka yelled in his best raspy Zuko voice impression.

“I doubt I ever said that.” Zuko glared.

“Oh no, that’s a direct quote!” Sokka aggressively bit into his fish, then continued. “But come on, do you know my name?” Zuko looked at him awkwardly, slightly disgusted at his talking while chewing.

“Don’t they teach you manners in the water tribe?” he sneered, avoiding the question.

“Deflecting!”

“Ok, I don’t know your name! Happy?”

“Well, it’s Sokka. If I’m stuck here, I might as well be on a first name basis with the guy who kidnapped me. So you can drop calling me ‘water tribe’.”

“Sokka.” Zuko tried it out. It felt strange hearing it come out of his mouth for both of them.

“Yep. And your name?” Sokka asked politely. Zuko stared at him like he was an idiot.

“It’s Zuko.” Zuko spat.

“Thank you, lovely to meet you. Zuko was it?” Sokka grinned fakely at him, and returned to his charred dinner. “Your cooking is terrible, by the way.”

“God, I am stuck with the worst one of you.”

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The colour had drained from Sokka’s face. He slumped awkwardly against the stone wall, leg useless out in front of him. His expression twisted, Sokka’s body was screaming at him. Zuko sat upright, watching him warily on the other side of the fire. Zuko’s eyebrows were as usual furrowed, as he deliberated.

“Listen, water-tribe.” He finally spoke.

“Sokka.” Sokka snarkily corrected, slouched back and stared up at the stalactites. Focusing on one hard enough that hopefully it would fall and impale Zuko.

“Yes, fine. Listen, Sokka.” The name still sounded odd coming from him. “I think we need to go find a doctor.” Zuko said solemnly.

“Funny.” Sokka deadpanned, still staring lazily at the ceiling.

“I’m not joking.”

“Aw, I didn’t know you cared.” Sokka tilted his head saccharinely, hiding his genuine surprise. As much as he hated being stuck with Zuko, he did desperately need medical help.

“You’re no use to me dead.” Zuko shrugged. “It’s… convenient that you can’t run, but you’re looking pretty pathetic right now.”

“Wow, look who’s talking!”

“We’re not doing that again. At daybreak, we’re going into town. I'm sure someone can bandage you up so you don't die on me” Zuko decided. “But don’t get excited, you’re not getting away. I won't leave your side once.” Sokka’s scowled. “Besides, at this rate you’ll probably die if we don’t.”

Sokka shifted nervously. This could actually work. If he’s taken to some Earth kingdom hick town for a doctor, he can scream and thrash for help. Yelling ‘this fire nation guy kidnapped me’ should probably do the trick. There must be some hunky earthbenders around who can help him. While still in agony, Sokka lit up at the possibility, imagining his escape.

“Fine.” Sokka smiled, pleased at his chance. He also wasn’t too upset at the notion of actual medical attention.

“Yeah, it’s not like I was asking.” Zuko rolled his eyes. “We’ve established you can’t get away, so don’t get any ideas.” Zuko jabbed a finger his way, accusingly.

“Oh, I would never.” Sokka smiled innocently. Zuko squinted suspiciously, then rose to his feet. He slowly closed the distance between them, emphasizing each step, until he was looming over Sokka. Arms crossed, Zuko cast his shadow over Sokka and scowled down at him. Sokka stared back at him expectantly, waiting for the foreboding threats. Lowering to his level, Zuko crouched down in front of him so their faces were inches apart. Sokka considered spitting on him, but decided against it.

“We can pretend you’re not going to try and escape once we’re in a town, but let’s be honest here.” Zuko’s eyebrows furrowed. “Whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, it won’t work.”

“I’m not thinking of anything.” Sokka shrugged casually. This close, Zuko could clearly see all the cuts and scrapes that littered Sokka's body. His hair was tousled and falling out of his little ponytail. He could see the strain behind each movement he took. It looked pretty bad.

“Yeah, don’t bother with that. I know you’re planning on screaming for help. I'm sure you have some plan to get help, but you can forget it. We're going to be in and out of the village, and I won't leave your side for a second." Sokka didn't like how he could feel Zuko's breath on his face at each word. It was strange to be this close to him. He didn't think he'd ever be used to it.

“So what, you gonna gag me? I think when the townsfolk see a pissed off stranger dragging an injured, tied up guy into town that might not sit well with them. And I’m sure they’d love to know who you actually are.” Sokka jeered, adjusting himself against the wall. He leaned backwards into the cold stone, trying to widen that tiny distance between them.

“I’m taking you to a doctor, and you seem dead-set on convincing me not to.” Zuko mused.

“You said it yourself, I’m no use to you dead.” Sokka smiled humourlessly. Zuko thought for a moment, looking over the scratches on Sokka’s face. They were still so close. Sokka squirmed under the scrutiny.

“Alright. You know you need a doctor, so we’re going. We’re going to pretend to be travellers together, and you’re going to play nice.” Zuko asserted.

“Yeah, why should I?”

“Because,” Zuko placed a hand on Sokka’s shoulder, “I’m your best shot at finding your friends.” Sokka tried to shrug his hand off, but it remained firm. “You’re stuck with me, water tribe.” The hand squeezed his shoulder menacingly. Sokka sighed.

"Whatever you say, fire nation." Sokka retorted. The hand loosened.

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“Put these on.” Sokka was rudely awakened as a bundle of cloth was hurled at him. “It’s time to go.” Zuko ordered. Blinking away that fitful sleep, Sokka groaned. Being conscious only reminded him of his billion injuries and his sunny companion. He foggily propped himself up off the cold cave floor, and blearily inspected the brown clothes now lying in his lap. It was a humble tan shirt that tied together like a gi, and a large brown vest to sit atop it. Still partially lying on the floor, Sokka looked up at Zuko expectantly. He was as usual, looming angrily. It was still dark out. Someone was an early riser.

“Is the sun even up?” Sokka blinked.

“Yes it is.” Zuko pointed at the clothes. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything in blue.” Zuko said sarcastically.

“Why does it matter what I’m wearing?” Sokka yawned, pulling himself into a sitting position. Oh, his body was a mess. Each movement took twice as long.

“A water tribesman will be too conspicuous. We’re going to blend in. Now change.”

“I might have trouble doing that.” Sokka said, lifting his bound hands up. “So unless you want to change me yourself, let’s get rid of these.” He waved around his tied up wrists. Zuko sighed, then stepped towards him. Sokka eyed him cautiously. “Hey, that was a joke!” Sokka laughed nervously. Zuko simply crouched down, and began untying the ropes around his wrist. Sokka watched him curiously as Zuko swiftly pulled away the ropes, then sat down cross legged a step away from him. Sokka, now partially freed, rubbed his wrists and stretched out his arms stiffly. Zuko huffed, and gestured to the brown clothes impatiently. “Yeah, got it.”

After shaking the blood back into his hands, Sokka untied his belt and lifted off his sleeveless tunic awkwardly. It ached to pull his arms over his head, and the prince’s staring wasn’t helpful. He was so suspicious of him, even though his ankles were bound and his leg was busted. It was like he expected him to dash away at any moment, which was sort of warranted. He wasn’t immune to useless escape attempts, but was too exhausted at this point to try. After jerkily pulling the tunic over his head, Sokka examined it in his hands. It was a few threads away from being practically shredded. The bright blue was coated in soil, sweat and crusted blood. He loved this top, so he took a moment to mourn it.

“What are you doing?” Zuko interrupted the shirt-wake. He sounded annoyed and almost flustered. Sokka turned to Zuko, realizing he was sitting there topless. Sokka looked down at his torso which was expectedly battered. The tunic had done a decent job at protecting him, but he still wore bruises and dried up cuts down his chest and stomach. Turning back to Zuko who was strangely avoiding eye-contact, Sokka huffed.

“Just checking the damage. What’s wrong with you?” Sokka shrugged, pulling the new brown clothes over his head.

“Nothing. Just, hurry up.” Zuko stood up stiffly, and went to fasten his bags to the ostrich horse. Sokka tied the tan tunic together and pulled the brown vest atop it. The fabric was a little scratchy and unfamiliar but refreshingly cleaner than what he had before. It vaguely smelt smoky. Sokka straightened out the clothes, and noticed the hair spilling onto his forehead. He reached back, pulling out his wolf tail and letting his disheveled hair fall. He made quick work of retying it, and chose to ignore the gaze watching him do it.

“Let’s go.”

-

Forest transitioned to farmland as they rode towards the town. On the horizon was a cluster of beige buildings with dark slanted roofs. It looked like your average earth-kingdom farming town, framed by old trees and short stone walls. Now upgraded to the upright position, Sokka sat behind Zuko as the ostrich horse noisily trotted along the dirt road. Instead of slinging him over the side, Zuko had set Sokka behind him to avoid suspicion from the townsfolk. Now they were just two normal travellers riding into the town after one tripped and fell.

He was now fully untied, but was in no state to try to run off. As much as he hated cooperating, this was his best chance at seeing a doctor. Silver lining. As soon as his leg would let him, he’d get the hell out of there. Zuko was an idiot if he didn’t think he’d try to escape, but Sokka had resigned to go along with him for now. He didn’t have much of a choice, and hated how powerless he felt. Whatever, he could wait it out. It was decent treatment as far as kidnappings go, Sokka thought, chuckling to himself.

Sokka leaned back in the saddle, trying to avoid as much contact with the prince as possible. He went as far as to hold onto the bags behind him instead of holding onto Zuko as horse passengers typically do. His position was precarious at best. One particularly rocky jolt in the ride nearly sent Sokka flying off. Zuko huffed in frustration. With one hand, Zuko reached backwards and grabbed Sokka’s forearm, pulling it forward to his waist.

“If you don’t hold on, you’re going to fall off.” Zuko ordered, bringing Sokka’s hand to his waist. Sokka squawked in resistance, but gave in pretty quickly. Sokka sighed indignantly, and started holding on properly.

“Aren’t you brilliant.” Sokka muttered, awkwardly wrapped around him now. It was still so strange to be against Zuko like this. He was practically hugging the guy, and wasn’t pleased at how familiar he was getting with the feeling of being close to him. Staring at the back of Zuko’s head, his hair was short and spiky. He was a little taller than Sokka, and always had this tension in his posture. He smelled like grass and smoke.

“Sokka. Stick to the cover story, alright?” Zuko asked / ordered. The question broke Sokka out of the trance he’d been in for a second staring at him.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re Lee, I’m Seng. They are mysterious travellers and best friends.”

“Best friends?” Zuko parroted quietly in confusion.

“Seng tragically fell down a cliff and needs medical attention! What a terrible accident. Lee was so worried about Seng, and rushed him here, riding all night!” Sokka joked melodramatically. “Oh wait, can I give myself a tragic past?”

“I’m going to do the talking, alright? So just be quiet and injured.” Zuko instructed seriously, bulldozing Sokka’s joke. “If you’re capable of that.”

“I can be quiet.”

“Please, I’d love to see that.” Zuko huffed.

“And remind me, what’s stopping me from screaming bloody murder as soon as we get into town?”

“I highly doubt anyone in this little town could stop me. If you say or try anything, we’ll ride out of town with no doctor visit. I’m sure that leg will sort itself out eventually, right? You’re an idiot, but you know you need help.” Zuko threatened airily. Sokka clenched his jaw. He honestly felt too tired to deal with this.

“Yeah, whatever. Pick up the pace, then?” Sokka said lazily.

“I was trying to not jostle you too much.” Zuko muttered to himself. Sokka leaned his head back, taking in the situation. Cowboy Zuko was taking him to the doctor, as he wore his commoner clothes. The leg must be making him delirious.

Finally, they rode through the front gates, which was an earthbended archway of white stone.

-

“Excuse me. Where can we find a doctor?”

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“Just through here, please.”

Sokka limped through the narrow corridor being supported by Zuko. His arm around Zuko’s shoulder, and Zuko’s around his waist, he practically dragged Sokka along. He was hopping along the hardwood floors weakly, the awkward movement pulling at his injuries. They stiffly followed the old apothecary woman as she led them to an examination room. Amidst his discomfort, Sokka entertained himself by leaning onto Zuko more than necessary. Zuko stumbled briefly under his weight, then adjusted his hold on Sokka with a grumble. The hand on his waist held tighter. In a place where he had to pretend to like him, Sokka relished in being able to piss off Zuko without consequences.

“Stop that.” Zuko leaned in to hiss, not wanting the woman to notice.

“But I’m so hurt, Lee! I can hardly stand.” Sokka pouted and smiled. The woman briefly eyed them over her shoulder, then continued on.

The apothecary was wrapped in pale green robes, with hair neatly slicked into a stern grey bun. She was all business and wrinkles. At the end of the hall, she dragged open a wooden sliding door, bringing them to a large room. The woman gestured to one of two beds, which Zuko rudely dropped Sokka onto. Landing unceremoniously, Sokka shot a glare up at Zuko. The bed was humble but still a welcome change from the cave floor. It had a light wooden frame, and a simple mattress and pillow. Sokka settled as best he could into a comfortable position, and then observed the room.

The room was both cluttered and serene. A musky air of mint and lavender wafted to his nose, probably from the several pots of medicinal herbs. There were ceramic jars and bottles stocked across shelves, alongside medical scrolls and notes. Notably on a low table was a mortar and pestle that was halfway through crushing some vague organic solid. Dried grains and flowers hung from hooks on the wall, lit by a single circular window. Being in an actual bed made Sokka realize just how dire his exhaustion was. He could feel himself sinking into the mattress under the weight of his eyebags and injuries. All this being tossed and dragged around had worn him down completely. Not to mention how draining any conversion with Zuko was. With half lidded eyes, he watched the apothecary woman gather some bottles from the furthest shelf.

Zuko stood awkwardly beside Sokka’s bed. His expression was twisted into a nervous scowl, and he was standing far too still to seem natural. Sokka wondered if the old woman would see through this kid’s terrible acting and realize something was going on. He could almost laugh at how awkward he looked. Sokka half concealed a snort, which Zuko glared at suspiciously. Watching his posture, Sokka could tell he was trying to look non-conspicuous, but was failing miserably. He leaned slightly on a table behind the bed, feigning normalcy and relaxation. Through this facade, Sokka could see he was lined with tension, and had bodyguard energy rather than a regular traveller concerned for his friend. Zuko, his friend, what a joke.

“Seng, was it?” the old woman asked, shuffling over with a ceramic spoonful of mystery liquid.

“That’s me.” Sokka nodded tiredly. The woman fed him the medicine, which tasted like old fruit and clay. Sokka hoped absently that this woman knew what she was doing. The townsfolk seemed a big fan of her at least, she had a great list of recommendations. When they’d rolled into town looking like shit, they’d been directed here pretty quickly. Eh, she seemed alright. “What was that?” he asked.

“Soothing tonic of mine. It should ease the pain a little. Would you please remove your shirt so I can see your injuries?”

“Yeah, sure. If that’s ok with you, Lee.” Sokka asked goadingly, looking up at Zuko. He’d really stared last time his shirt was off. Zuko went a shade redder and exhaled.

“Yes, that’s fine.” Zuko grit his teeth. Sokka pulled off his shirt, and the woman inspected all his injuries. She swiftly wiped clean his cuts with a washcloth, and then applied a soft gel to his aggravated skin. It was cold, but already felt soothing. Sokka again appreciated the ridiculousness of his situation. Zuko was awkwardly at his bedside as he’s shirtless and being patched up by a stranger. This is probably the last scenario his friends are imagining him in right now. The woman finished by wrapping bandages around his worst cuts. Now his forearms, upper torso, and cheek were wrapped in white. It felt so refreshing to have his wounds cleaned and tended to. It was already worlds better.

“So. You say you fell down a cliff?” she asked, turning Sokka’s arm and adjusting the bandages. Her finger briefly pressed on the slight redness around his wrists. She hummed in thought. Sokka opened his mouth to speak, but Zuko cut him off before he could answer.

“Yes, he did. The trail we were taking had a small landslide and he fell.” Zuko said quickly, sounding rehearsed. “His leg is broken, probably. Otherwise, it’s just the cuts and bruises.” The old woman eyed Zuko with a raised eyebrow.

“You two seem awfully young to be travelling alone. May I ask where you’re headed?” Zuko shifted.

“It’s a crazy story, actually.” Sokka grinned, making Zuko clear his throat warningly.

“It’s a long story.” Zuko corrected firmly. The woman huffed, watching the two glare at each other not so subtly.

“I see. Have you two known each other long?” She pried.

“Lee and I go way back.” Sokka elbowed Zuko jovially, pestering him. Zuko swatted the elbow off. If Sokka wasn’t going to scream he’d been kidnapped, he should at least make Zuko really uncomfortable. “Lee’s a real charmer.”

“Stop it.” Zuko elbowed him back. The lady looked between them with a raised eyebrow.

“When did this happen? The cliff accident, I mean.” She asked while removing Sokka’s boots and rolling up his pants to inspect his legs. She steadily felt along his bad leg to assess the damage.

“Yesterday.” Sokka said plainly. God, it was only yesterday. This felt like it had taken months already.

“Do you think it’s been further strained? Any other injuries?”

“Probably. It’s been a rocky 24 hours.” Sokka said lightly. Zuko stared holes through his head.

“What do you mean?”

“I had to walk on the bad foot for a while to find Lee. And then riding the ostrich horse didn’t feel great, and I may have hit the floor a few times between all this.” Sokka explained as the woman prodded at his leg. The woman hummed in acknowledgement. “Do you think it’s broken?”

“Yes, I believe it is. You didn’t take great care of Seng, did you?” The apothecary scolded, turning to Zuko. Zuko perked up as he was addressed. “Remind me your name, boy?”

“It’s Lee,” he said stiffly.

“Lee. I must ask, are you doing alright? You’re clearly quite stressed. I can imagine you were distraught to find him like this.” Zuko looked back at her confused. “I’m a good read on people, Lee. I can see how worried you are for your partner. Try to relax, he will be just fine.” She patted him on the shoulder comfortingly as he stared at her in shock and horror.

“What?! No. We’re just-” Zuko started.

“I won’t judge your situation.” the old lady interrupted, shrugging and smiling faintly. “I’ve also had a… travelling companion in my time.” Zuko blinked in disbelief. What was she getting at? The woman chuckled knowingly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But really, you should know that this is a very accepting town-”

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea, ma’am.” Sokka laughed nervously, very aware of a highly flustered prince beside him.

“We are not-” Zuko raised his voice.

“It’s alright boys, no need to yell. Settle down. Now let’s sort out this leg.” Her wrinkles creased as she smiled and returned to the leg. Sokka rubbed his face in embarrassment, leaning back in the bed. Zuko was avoiding eye contact like it was life or death, arms crossed defensively.

“Now Seng, hold onto something. This will hurt.”