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Ill-Gotten Goods	By : Whesandra Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is an original fanfiction based on the series "Avatar: The Last Airbender" by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. The author reserves no rights to the Avatar property and makes no profit by this fiction.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
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BONUS MATERIAL: Ember Island
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Dear readers,
As I was writing chapter five, I struggled hugely with how to get Sokka out of the palace. Before I decided to make him get sick on the road and be transferred into the care of Maha the doctor, I tried an alternate approach where he, Suki, and Zuko did make it to Ember Island after all.
I loved this approach because it allowed Suki and Zuko to spend more time with Sokka before any awkward reunion had to take place where Sokka didn't feel supported by Katara or Aang. I also loved it because it involved a peaceful summer night on the beach, which I find soothing and healing.
But in the end, I couldn't justify using the approach because it over-complicated a lot of logistics, including how to take care of Sokka's injuries and how to get the others to Ember Island to meet Sokka or Sokka back to the palace to meet them.
But I saved the scenes in case you wanted to see them, because I think they're lovely. What follows is the post-rescue sequence that was not to be.
Thank you and with love,
Taa
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Ember Island
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Sokka slept for much of the drive to Ember Island. By the time he, Suki, and Zuko crossed the water, it was nightfall. At Zuko's abandoned house, Sokka bathed, Suki and Zuko made dinner, and afterward, the three of them sat talking by candlelight in the living room, anxious to find out if Katara, Aang, and Toph had been successful in defeating Ozai.
As exhaustion gripped them and the candles faded, they all tried to sleep.
Sokka was so tense and anxious he was getting nauseous. He was hyper aware of Suki and Zuko's bodies breathing in the darkness, near him, too close. He was trying not to worry, but all he could think was: every time he'd tried not to worry in the past several weeks, he'd just been beaten and raped anyway.
So he felt panicky and suffocated. He was sweating. He was afraid he was going to lose control of either his stomach or his bowels.
Rustled fabric made him think of Ozai, what it meant to be in a bed, what a body moving under a blanket meant was going on. His heartbeat was swelling up in his throat. He couldn't do this anymore.
He sat up. "Can we have a light?"
Zuko sat up and dutifully lit a flame in his palm. Suki sat up, too.
Sokka freed himself of the couch and stumbled to the exit. As he slid the door open and stepped out onto the porch, Zuko and Suki got up behind him. He wobbled down to the garden as Zuko lit a lamp in the house.
He was limping. He made his way to a wall of the house and put his hands against it, trying to breathe normally and settle his stomach. He didn't want to be sick in front of them. He begged himself not to throw up. But, next moment, he did it anyway, lurching forward and vomiting against the garden wall.
He moaned in embarrassment, crying, then heaved again until he'd emptied his stomach onto the grass.
He stood with his hands on his knees, eyes and mouth dripping. Suki was coming toward him. He spat in the dirt and evaded her, stumbling down to the beach, too sick to sob, too anxious to stay still.

He walked the entire length of the beach, and when he reached a cliffside and ran out of beach, he climbed back up the slope to dry sand and dropped with a thud to his knees. He loved the feeling of the cool night air on his skin, the salty mist in his lungs. He lay down in the cold, grainy earth, welcoming it as the first comfortable bed he'd felt in weeks.
Suki had followed him, but she was staying quite a distance away, giving him space. He lay still a long time, head drooping to the sand, nearly dozing, and finally Suki began a cautious walk toward him. He didn't try to stop her.
Suki knelt beside him.
"Are you OK?"
He made a noncommittal grunt, not in the mood for speaking.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
After a while, Zuko came down to join them. Sokka just lay there and let the sound of the surf and the shimmer of moonlight lull him into a hypnotic peace.
After a while, Zuko said out of nowhere, "The comet is gone." Being a firebender, he must have been able to feel it.

"It's over, then," Suki said, "one way or another."

Ozai could come back. Maybe the others had been killed. Sokka kept these thoughts to himself but put a hand on his forehead and took long, slow breaths to try to keep from getting upset.
After a moment, Zuko said, "I think it went well."
"Why?" Suki asked.

"There's no smoke on the horizon. No ash in the air. It would have been like a volcano erupting. If the Earth Kingdom were burning, we'd see something from here."
That was a comforting point.
They sat together a long time.
"Are you going to sleep here?" Suki asked Sokka.
Sokka breathed deep and sat up, brushing sand from his hair. "No."
The tide was going to come in and wash over this area anyway.
They climbed the hill through the garden, but Sokka stopped on the porch. The darkness inside felt oppressive and claustrophobic. He felt safer in the open air.
"I want to stay outside," he said.
Zuko didn't even blink. "I'll get some blankets."
Sokka lay down on the bare wood near the steps.
"Do you want a deck chair?" Suki offered, but he shook his head. So what if he was acting strange? It was better than having a meltdown.
Zuko returned with the blankets, and Suki lay one over him. She sat near his head and combed a hand through his hair.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" she asked.
Sokka shook his head again.
The other two took chairs near the house, and Sokka fell asleep to the sound of the ocean.
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