I know this is short… but you know they're 7… not much is going on. Lol.

"Do you ever wanna get married Zuko?"

Zuko blinked sleepily, looking across the small tent at Sokka. "What do you mean?"

Sokka sat up in his sleeping bag, "You know get married... to a girl."

Zuko rubbed his eyes, "Well yeah. I would be ok with that. Although you don't have to marry a girl, you know?"

"Waaahhh?"

Zuko nodded, "Remember my cousin Lu Ten? The one you meet during the summer?"

"What about him?"

"He's gay."

"What's gay?"

"Well you know how girls usually like boys, and boys like girls, right?" Sokka nodded, laying back down in his sleeping bag. "Well boys can like other boys and can marry them."

"And that is gay?"

"Yeah!"

Sokka thought about it for a long second, biting his lip. "We should be gay when he get older."

"It would be so much fun!" Zuko laughed, "We could have a house, and a dog and watch cartoons all day!"

"With no stupid girls ruining things!"

"YEAH!" Zuko laid back in his sleeping back, a large smile on his face. "But we would kiss girls though, of course."

"Oh of course."

The boys both jumped as a loud clap of thunder rattled the world around them. Zuko was grateful that they had moved their camping trip into the parlor. The little yellow tent by the fire place that had been lit before they turned in for the night. It was his mom's idea and it was a great one.

"It's really coming down out there, isn't it?" Sokka mumbled, pulling his sleeping bag closer to him. Zuko reached over and flicked on the electric lantern that was between them. "I'm not scared, are you?"

Zuko shook his head, sitting up in his sleeping bag again. "Not at all." His eyes were wide with fear as he said this though.

The ballroom was filled with a sharp white flash, then a loud boom of thunder. Zuko squeaked in fear, making Sokka jump as well. The front flap of the tent flew open, a little raven haired girl in a red nightgown crawling though the opening. "Azula?"

She wined a little bit, crawling her way to Sokka in his sleeping bag. She slipped into the bag with him, wrapping her small arms around him as she shook from fear. Sokka petted her head, a from on his face, "Scared?"

She nodded, her face in his shirt as she cuddled closer to him.

Zuko rolled his eyes lightly, shaking his head, "What a baby."

There was another flash and another boom, making all three of them scream for a second. Auzla just tightened her grip on Sokka, shaking like crazy.

"It's ok." Sokka told her, her arms around her shoulders now. "We are safe inside."

Zuko laid down in his sleeping bag, pressing his stuffed cat owl tightly to his chest. "We are safe inside." he repeated, to both them and himself.

Ursa found her daughter's bed empty the next morning. She frowned, walking into the parlor and to the little yellow tent by the fire place. She opened it flap on the end and looked in, a large smile on her face when she saw them.

All three of the children had stuffed themselves into one sleeping bag, the boys on each side with Azula between them. Azula's arms were wrapped around Sokka's neck, Zuko's face burrid in her hair with his hands tucked under his chin. What really made her smile was Sokka's tan arms holding her daughter close to him in a comforting manner.

Ursa just shook her head, crawling into the tent to wake the children.

They are French toast that morning, with powdered sugar just like the boys liked it. Azula had always took syrup on her's before, but since Sokka started eating breakfast with them she only wanted her food like his. It always made Ursa smile to watch Azula with the young man who was a regular guest at their home now.

It was obvious that Azula was totally taken with him buy the way she was always with him, by the way that she copied every move that Sokka made and epically by the way that that Azula would never take her eyes off him. The childish crush just made Ursa giggle, reminding her of her own crush as a girl.

"What do you wanna do today?" Zuko asked his friend, his mouth stuffed with French toast.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Zuko." Ursa scolded, sitting down at the breakfast table with her tea.

He frowned a little bit and swallowed his food, repeating his question to Sokka. It was raining that day, left over from the thunderstorm last night. So doing anything outside was simply not an option. Sokka had no ideas of his own, so they turned to Ursa. She was always filled with good ideas after all.

They gathered all the sheets they could find in the house, almost 50 of them in all sizes and colors. Thin blankets were added to the pile, along with some tape, string and pillows. About an hour later the room that was the library in was now the home to the most amazing fort that the children had ever seen.

They each had their own rooms and everything, which they filled with pillows and toys, making it really feel like home. Ursa was taking pictures as they played, maneuvering around the fort awkwardly on her hands and knees.

They had made a room for Katara as well. With a quick call from Sokka to home Katara and Hakoda both came over, allowing the little girl to join in on their playing. Hakoda and Ursa laughed as the sounds of the children giggling filled the house. They both took pictures here and there of the kids playing and interacting.

"They are so sweet." Ursa told her friend with a smile.

"They are. You know my mother and I were talking about how glad we were that Sokka has fit in at the new school."

"Why wouldn't he?" She asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"Well..." He laughed a little bit, "Expensive private school, kid on a scholarship with a blue collar dad." He shrugged, "I was just a bit concerned."

Ursa nodded, "I see." She glanced over at him, "I don't care about that, and I know for a fact that Zuko and Azula don't give a damn about that."

Hakoda just smiled over at him, "And you will never know how much I appreciate that."

"Has Sokka had issues?" She mumbled quietly, trying not to let the children hear the conversation.

Hakoda frowned, glancing over at her, "Some kids have said something, calling him a poor kid and what not."

She sighed sadly, a heavy frown on her face, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

He just shrugged, "It's nothing that he can't handle." Hakoda smiled over at her. "The girls will be in class with one another next year you know?"

"They will. I hope they get along alright."

"That makes two of us." She smiled.

Sokka didn't understand firebending, he was actually confused by it to be truthful. He had no idea how fire just seemed to erupt from clenched fists and kicked heels. He was especially in awe when Azula did it. He had no idea how someone so tiny could make something so hot and so large. It seemed to defy logic. He would be lying if he said he was not a bit jealous.

"Dose it ever hurt?" Sokka asked Zuko.

Zuko's eyes were out on the practice floor of the dojo as they both watched Azula's fire bending class. Zuko's class had been before her's, which is why Zuko had asked Sokka to come. Azula was more advanced that Zuko, despite being two years younger, so she was in the class above him.

Zuko thought about his friend's question, "For some reason you will never be hurt by your own fire, only some one else."

"How does that work?" Sokka raised his eye brow.

Zuko just shrugged, "I'm not really sure."

"Because the fire comes from you." The deep, strong voice said from next to Zuko. The two boys both looked over at Ozai Kasai, their eyes wide. "Your body will never be hurt by the fire because the fire is an extension of yourself."

"Is that why my fire never feels hot to me?" Zuko asked his father.

"That would be why." His eyes were locked on his daughters out on the floor, her little fists and legs following the form that the teachers were telling her along side some children who were twice her age. "As you get older it will get a little hotter, you will likely be able to feel it as time goes along."

"Do you really think I will be that good one day?" Zuko asked his father with a wide smile.

"I would hope so." Ozai mumbled, "I would just be worried about keeping up with your sister at this point in time."

Sokka's heart sank as he saw the look on Zuko's face, his friend's gold eyes looking back out to her sister. Sokka did not care much for Ozai. He had only been around the man a hand full of times, and each time it was painfully apparent that Azula was his favorite child. Just now while Zuko had been working with his class Oazi seemed more interested in his paper work and cell phone than what Zuko was doing. It was the other way around now though. His work was set aside, his cell phone put away, his attention totally on his tiny daughter.

"You know I'm jealous." Sokka told Zuko, nudging him a bit.

"Huh?"

Sokka nodded, "I've always wanted to be a bender like my sister, or like you and Azula."

Zuko smiled a little bit at his friend, "Thanks."

The class ended, prompting Azula to run to Sokka, asking if her had seen her fire bending. He just laughed, telling her that he had. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug.

Azula rode on Sokka's back, her arms locked around his neck as they went out to the car, Zuko following them with his and Azula's bags on his shoulders. "You both did really good." Sokka told his friend with a smile.

"You think?" Zuko grinned over at him.

"I do, you are both really cool when you bend."

Azula blushed a little bit, burring her face into his neck happily.

None of the children saw the frown on Ozai's face when he saw the sign of affection from his daughter directed at this boy. He did not like Sokka hanging around as much as he did, but his wife seemed to be set on it. He opened the trunk, putting his bags in it before helping Zuko with the bags that he had.

"Is it time to go home?" Zuko asked his father, his eyes wide.

Ozai checked his phone, looking down at his son for a moment, "It is."

Zuko nodded slowly, a frown on his face, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Why do you ask?" Ozai mumbled, looking over as Sokka and Azula were getting into the back of the car.

Zuko shrugged, looking away. "It's nothing." He whispered as he went to get in the car.

Ozai rolled his eyes as he looked away, going to get into the car with the children.