"Sokka, where did all the money go?" Katara stared at him accusingly, holding the empty pouch which usually stored their coins. The fruit vendor stared at the four before her, awaiting her payment for the provisions she had given them.
Sokka crossed his arms defiantly, "Why do you assume I did something with it?"
"Who else? Aang?" she turned to face him.
"Completely innocent," he replied with a smile and small shrug.
"See?" Katara said, gesturing at Aang, "Innocent."
"Oh yeah, but if I said I was innocent you wouldn't believe me," he crossed his arms and kicked at a rock, "You always assume everything is my fault."
"Well it is."
"I'm just saying, it could be Toph!"
"Excuse me?" Toph pointed accusingly at him, "Why don't you tell us directly whether or not you took the money and I'll see if you're really not lying!"
"Okay guys, clam down," Aang said nervously, stepping between Katara and Sokka, "Fighting wont do us any good."
"The bald kid's got a point," the vendor replied, butting in. Her voice was deep and melodic, her hair more silver then gray.
"He has no point!" Sokka stated, "Obviously fighting is the only way to make Katara realize that everything is not my fault!"
"But everything is always your fault!" Katara retorted.
"It most certainly is not! Name a time when it was completely my fault!"
"Will both of you just shut it! I'm tired of hearing you argue all the time!" Toph shouted, flinging her arms up in rage, "I'm going back to Appa, I'll meet you guys there!"
"Toph's right, you both do fight a lot," Aang interrupted, "Why don't we just go relax-"
"No! Sokka wants examples, then thats exactly what hes going to get!" Katara clenched her fists before bursting out at him, "You want me to name a time when something was your fault, well here you go! What about the time when you cooked that fish you found and everyone back home had food poisoning for a week! And the time when we followed your instincts and we found ourselves face-to-face with a whole fire nation camp! How about the time you were made navigator and the whole tribe wound up going in the complete opposite direction! Oh, and we can't forget the time in the magical swamp when-"
"I said name one time!"
Aang sighed and turned to the vendor as Katara went on. Her hair covered half of her face, showing one green eye, but shielding the other.
"Maybe you should just hold off on that fruit," Aang said embarrassedly, pushing the basket back towards the old lady.
"Do they always fight like this?" she asked.
"Mostly," Aang replied, "but they usually stop." He turned to see Katara fling her arm, sending the water in a barrel next to her flying into the air.
"You are such a self-centered, idiotic-"
"Well, after a few hours," he smiled awkwardly at the lady, then grabbed his staff and whipped it at Katara and Sokka sending them skidding backwards along the ground.
"That's it! Haul your butts back to camp!"
The vendor watched them leave with interest as she set the fruit back into place. Once they disappeared from view she reached under her cart and pulled out a locked box. Using a key connected to her necklace she undid the clasp and reached into the box, pulling out a small vile. She raised it to eye level and shook it, swishing the deep violet liquid around. Smiling, she placed it in a pouch attached to her belt and pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing an eye completely whited out.
Katara and Sokka marched back to camp with their eyes averted and their arms crossed.
"Hey," Toph said, "How did you get them to be quiet?"
"I didn't, they're on stage two," Aang replied as he sat next to Toph.
"Stage two?" Toph asked.
"Ignoring each other."
"Ah," Toph stretched, "now this stage I can handle."
"Ouch!" yelled Katara, "Did you just flick me?"
Aang turned just in time to witness Katara tackle Sokka to the ground.
"Stage three?" Toph asked.
"Stage three," Aang confirmed, "at least after this it's usually over." .
"Usually?"
Aang rested his head in his hands, "Do you mind Toph?"
"My pleasure," she replied with a smile. She stood and cracked her knuckles, then earthbent Katara and Sokka into the ground.
"Okay, until you two work out your problems I'm leaving you in there!" Toph said angrily.
"Here that Katara?" Sokka began, "the only way we get out of here is if you work out your problems."
"You are my problem!" she screamed back.
"Look, can you two just stop?" Aang asked, "Please? It's getting late and the sun is setting, I'm sure we're all tired. Why don't we sleep this off?"
Katara looked from Aang to Sokka, then at the ground. "Fine, sorry Aang."
"Yeah, sorry." Sokka said sarcastically.
"Don't be sarcastic about it!" Katara said.
"Why do you assume I'm being sarcastic? I was apologizing."
Aang slapped his forehead, "Stop arguing. That apology is good enough. I'm going to bed."
The old lady with the bewitched eye watched the four as they set up camp late that night. The girl and boy were still bickering, but she was about to solve all that. She waited in shadows until they fell asleep, then pulled out the vial containing the violet liquid. Carefully approaching, making sure that she was silent, she pulled the stopper out and poured a few drops onto her finger. Wiping the liquid onto the boy's eyelids she straightened up and approached the girl. After applying a few drops to her eyes she stoppered the vial and creeped off.
The next morning the sun was shining brightly, casting warm rays onto the grass and trees surrounding camp. Sokka sat up, rubbed his eyes, and stretched. Getting to his feet he headed over to the little stream trickling near camp and knelt down beside it. He dipped his hands into the ice cold water and let it wash over his face. He leaned forward and went to reach in again, then froze, staring at his reflection. The face looking back at him wasn't his. It was Katara's. A sudden scream from behind him jolted him to his feet. Whirling around he gasped.; he was staring at himself! He screamed, pointing at the person before him, then saw his hands. They were thinner and more, more...girly.
"Katara?" he asked the form before him. He covered his mouth at the sound of his voice. Realization sinking in he looked down at his chest. Those definitely weren't his.
"Sokka?" he saw himself reply tentatively.
"This cant be."
"No way."
"I'm you!" they yelled.