A/N First of all….. I LOOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS FOR READING THIS FIC. Mad love goes to guest and guest and Bloody- red- scar for reviewing chapter 11/ pre chapter I just admit that my favorite character in A:TLA is Sokka. Okay, now that I've said that here is chapter 12.

Chapter 12

Sokka sometimes hated his brain. For whatever reason he seemed to exist on a separate plane to other people but what angered him the most was his inability to articulate what his brain was attempting to do. Up until the completion of his schemes, people tended to doubt him, and in fact some had just blatantly refused to listen to him, claiming that his plan would never work. It was on days like that that he wished he could trade his brain for Jets natural charisma.

However, just as he thought this he also remembered the people his plans had saved, despite all the doubt that usually came before the plan. He knew better than most people that there are too many variables to consider when making a plan and that was where his first few plans had failed. This plan also could fail but he had to know. There were many reasons for fainting spells but there were far fewer that had Kat refusing to go to the clinic for a checkup. It meant one of two things. Either one she was right and it was nothing or two she knew what it was.

Looking at the vial of blood he put it back into a hollow in his desk he built specifically to hide important things and also to keep things from his probation officer and her prying eyes. He knew that she knew something but he couldn't quite place what it was, so for now he hid the more important things from her whilst he researched what he knew about her. "Ugh." Sokka exhaled. He now had to simultaneously research his probie and also his sister. At least his sister will be slightly easier to research than his probie- only he had more info and info sources on his probie than his sister. "This might take a while." he said to no one in particular as he started up his trusty computer he fondly called Captain Boomerang, and started work on several simultaneous operations that he was using to track his probation officer. Once he had finished adding some more software to the program to prevent the software from being hacked remotely, he started working on the software that would track his sister using the various camera's in the city. When he had the program designed to monitor his sister up and running he then hacked the camera his probation officer had placed in his room and had it show that he was asleep in his bed and not actually doing anything important.

Bethany looked at her parents. Her mother had gotten back from ….. whatever she had been doing overseas for the navy and now claimed that she was done with the Navy. In fact, to prove this she was trying to make waffles. Jet was laughing like it was f*ing comedy central and her dad was smiling at them. Sometimes she felt like she had been adopted or was an alien because of how distant she felt from her family- well not actually her family, just her family whenever her mother finally popped into the picture. She sipped at her grapefruit juice when her phone's message tone went off. Her mother looked at her "I thought that we had agreed no phones at meals." She said with a sad and disapproving face. Bethany just took her juice and gulped it down. "Done with my meal, now can I go?" She asked her mother brusquely.

"Bethany!" Her dad exclaimed. She could tell by his face that he was begging her to make an effort. Jet had always been mothers but she was daddy's little girl through and through.

"Can I check my text?" She asked with a little less of an edge to her voice, "I'll be back to try the super- amazing waffles." She said more to her dad than her mother.

"Fine." Daddy said looking visibly pleased at the effort in her previous statement. She was on her way out of the kitchen breakfast bar when-

"Wait," Her mother said. "Are you okay?"

She wanted to be sarcastic and snarky but then remembered that she was trying to make an effort. "Yep. Just fine." She responded glancing at her mother over her shoulder.

"Okay." Her mother said. Bethany was happy for the easy escape. She had spent most of her pre-pubescent and pubescent years being taken care of by her aunt and dad simultaneously and now that her mother claimed that she was back for good she couldn't really imagine it. It had always been dad, Jet and her with Auntie Song popping in often to check up on them and leave them food. Auntie Song also made sure that they cleaned the house and split the chores evenly between the two of them- all dad had to o was pay bills and seeing how he was an accountant it happened to be his forte. She chuckled softly at the memory that had birthed an inside joke. She almost wanted to yell it down the stairs to spite her mother for not being there, but spite didn't come naturally to her so she kept quiet. She entered her room and checked her phone. It was a message from Iroh. She smiled.

She threw herself onto the bed that was against the back wall perfectly in between the white doors that lead to her wardrobe (that was a little empty as she didn't shop often) and the window and window seat. Her room was a pale shade of apple green, with brown accents provided by the base pillow of the window seat (there were other pillows on her window seat, their colours being blue, a muted shade of red, with some golden and others brown), her desk and her brown leather desk chair, as well as her duvet covers either being white, or brown or both. There were also bedside tables on either side of her wooden bed frame made of the same type of wood as the bed and they added to the brown accents in her room. These usually held her amber and her ceramic vases that were usually filled with flowers because, despite, how much of a tomboy she appeared to be she liked flowers and the natural vibrancy they brought into everything. This week the flowers were purple irises.

She read the text when she was finally comfy on her bed. "Want to have a cup of tea so delicious that I can guarantee that you will cry once you drink it?" The text read. She shot back "Yes, that sounds perfect." She wondered how a man that she had only known for about half a year knew her so well. She sat down on her bed and looked at the message thread. Cheesy jokes and random parables and proverbs littered their conversation. She sometimes felt like she honestly loved him. She was enjoying this stage in their relationship. The corny hand holding and the soft kisses in random places, the park, the tea shop and sometimes even in his house, however, unlike with other relationships, not to mention her first love, she never felt any pressure to go beyond the kiss. She knew that they were going slow because he said that this was his first serious relationship since his wife and he didn't want to rush anything. Quite frankly neither did she. She didn't want them to rush things and then for that to lead to the end of the relationship. She didn't want the relationship to end. God she was becoming such a sap.

A/N This is for Dani who wanted Iroh action. He will get some *excuse the pun* but when will be decided by my random muses and also when I find it appropriate. (Maybe in the next 2-4 chapters depending on which characters I focus on). Next chapter most likely Zuko centric seeing how I have been neglecting him and his development. I also just realized that this fic is becoming a monster. Ah damn. I think I might need a beta to whip my ass into shape and catch any plot holes- any volunteers? I'm joking- but seriously I am falling in love with this world and I foresee this spiraling out of control. I JUST WANTED ZUKO TO HAVE AN ASS BABY DAMMIT- WHEN DID IT BECOME THIS!? *Rips hair out of head* I promise I will update in a fortnight latest. I already have the vague outline of what is to come in the next chapter.