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Stranded	By : Gunwild Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32734 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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STRANDED
CHAPTER 1
By Gunwild
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He'd never been in a ship-to-ship battle before, but it was about what he'd expected. Horifying. Terrible. Sokka had been cut across the cheek by a flying fragment of metal he'd never even seen coming. He'd let Katara heal it, but only enough to stop the bleeding, and then he was back to running lines for the ship's frantically-working gun crews. All two of them.

Naturally, they were outmatched by the twenty-gun frigate Princess Azula was playing with. Not her biggest ship, but certainly her fastest, and so tall it blocked off the rain and wind. The boarding came on fast, far too fast to prepare for. Of course, that was what one had to expect with Mai and Ty Lee. He didn't actually recall fighting them - and maybe he hadn't. The only thing he could remember accurately was clubbing someone in the leg with a broken deckplank, and the bone breaking with a heavy, crunching snap.

It had probably just been some Fire Navy flunky. He hoped it hurt.

He should have expected that something was going to go wrong when Appa took off. Aang wasn't going to ditch them, of course, and the bison couldn't have made it so far in that storm, but the boy seemed to have an idea. It was a clever idea, too, but as always he hadn't turned a thought to strategy. Yes, Appa could break the lashings holding the two ships together and start pushing them apart. But tactically, it meant that Azula - whose prime concern was capturing the Avatar and his problematic friends - would want to cripple their means of escape. So she had blasted them with a ten-cannon broadside and started the ship sinking.

There had been some point when the crew had told Aang to run, and he'd been forced to listen; this came far too late, as far as Sokka was concerned. He was the Avatar. His life was worth more than any of theirs. That was how these things worked in the middle of a war, as awful as it seemed.

And by then the boat was almost sunken, and he had been knocked out by the powder stores exploding as Azula shot them with lightning from the prow of her frigate. He was almost sure that this had killed some of her own soldiers, but then, she probably didn't care. So that was how he'd died.

At least, he assumed he was dead. It was the only thing he could think of being in this situation.

Though this begged the question of why he was still thinking *at all.*

Eventually he had the bright thought of opening his eyes. The sun glinting off the water made him wince. In drawings and stories, people who got washed up on shore always had their fronts away from the sea and their bellies pressed to the beach as if giving it a hug. Sokka was just the opposite. He was a mess, with his face caked in sand, and one ankle in a position so awkward it hurt to move. His thighs felt like they'd been flayed or beaten. He must have swum here, though there was no sign of where ‘here’ was. When he turned about, his parched throat let out an unhappy groan.

An island. A lonely, densely forested and doubtless uncharted island with no other land in sight of it, and no inhabitants at all. Sure, he couldn't see all of it from here, but he knew. Nobody lived this far away from others willingly; they only came by it through bad luck. Just look at him.

He cried out, beating the beach with his fist and shaking his head. It had to be something like this, didn't it? He couldn't just die a quick death in combat, the kind of death he’d always wanted. He had to suffer more first. Aang would say something like 'life is defined by suffering' to that. Aang should shut up. Even if he wasn't here.

Dammit.

His boomerang was still knotted to his belt, as if by some miracle, though the rest of his gear was gone. One of his greaves remained, but more importantly he still had the leather strips it was attached to his leg with. He could use those. Sokka felt his hair. Loose and damp. A bit of effort helped him wring it out while he forced himself to his feet.

"Oh, good! You can stand!" Someone clapped for him. Had he gone mad this early in the morning? That really seemed like one of those things people did in the afternoon. A look up revealed that Ty Lee was seated in the nearest tree, legs crossed in ladylike repose, grinning at him. Sokka's fingers flashed to his boomerang. "Oh, don't be that way," she implored, clasping her hands together. "I don't like fighting you. Or anyone, really. Besides, isn't this one of those situations where two shipwrecked castaways have to work together to survive? You read about them all the time. In, uh, novels, anyway."

"Don't care," he barked while throwing. The boomerang whipped past Ty Lee at high speed. He'd been aiming for her shoulder to disable her pressure-point tricks, but she got out of the way in plenty of time. The blade instead cut down a long-stemmed, whitish blossom near her head, which she grabbed out of the air before it fell. At the same time Ty Lee extended one foot, dropping from many feet into the air to the ground, landing in a flawless standing position. She examined the flower in her hands, especially the stem, not seeming to notice the boomerang making its return trip right towards the back of her head. *Gotcha now,* Sokka imagined. He was well and truly disappointed when the sharp acrobat stepped to the side and held up her new flower, letting the boomerang cleanly separate the stem from the blossom. She tucked that shortened stem in her hair, smile bigger than ever. Sokka consequently forgot to catch his weapon, which thumped into a tiny dune a few paces behind him.

"A gift! Thanks!" she exclaimed, modeling the new ornament. "I like white ones the best. They're so neutral. But like, in a positive way! Though I guess that isn't very neutral of them."

He'd decided. She was definitely insane. "So... are we the only ones here, then?"

"Looks that way." Ty Lee was at his side in an instant. "I think we should go for a stroll. You know, a 'long walk on the beach' sort of thing?" she tucked her arm under his, and he found that he was too weary to fight her off. Besides, she looked in much higher spirits than him, with cleaner clothes and hair in a neat braid. It couldn't hurt to take advantage of someone’s help if he planned to get off of this rock.

"You know, our first priority should be some kind of signal fire." Sokka kicked some of the fine sand, gazing on the tall white-wooded trees and bamboo shoots inland. "It's the first day or so after getting wrecked that you're most likely to be found. While people are still looking, I mean."

"Uh-huh," Ty Lee agreed absently. She was not nearly panicked enough – though that was probably better than being too panicked. “Do you want to take that walk along the shore, though?”

“It would be good to know how big the island is around.”

“Sure would!” Naturally, the acrobat saw this more as a chance to take her romantic stroll. To let him know as much, she folded her arm deeply into his. He rolled his eyes, but didn’t really mind. No normal boy his age could really resist some attention from a pretty girl. It just wasn’t in him. “Is there some reason you’re acting this nice…?”

She giggled, enjoying the sight of him with his shirt mostly gone and his hair drying in the sunlight. “You’re cute! And you’re a much better person than my friends.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “How can you tell if I’m…”

“Your aura. It’s a lovely shade of blue.”

Sokka didn’t go in for stuff like that, but considering that she was some kind of chi manipulator, he had to assume that she knew a thing or two he didn’t. “That’s uh, good to know.”

“Yes. Mine’s pink,” she informed him. “People tend to wear the color of their aura. Put their hearts on their sleeves, as it were. I think that’s fascinating. Why don’t you tell me something you think is fascinating?”

He was really more focused on surveying his surroundings, but the young warrior came up with something fairly easily. “I think islands are pretty interesting. There are so many. I’ve never actually been on one this small. Even Kyoshi is bigger.”

“Well, you’ll probably have a long time to learn stuff about this island. And, you know, *everything on it.*” She didn’t even stifle her grin.

Sokka’s face fell. “Don’t you think your buddy the princess is going to come rescue you?”

Ty Lee just shrugged. She didn’t seem to have a strong opinion either way. “If she feels like it. If she captured the Avatar, I doubt she’ll bother to search for us on her way home. And if she didn’t, that’s probably what she’d rather focus on. Either way, Azula will only do what she wants to. You can’t expect more from a person than that.”

“You should be able to,” Sokka grumbled, blistered feet slipping as he began ascending a crest of sand. Ty Lee’s light steps caused her less difficulty. “I can count on my friends. They’ll look for me. And if anyone can find me, they can.”

“How do you know?”

“Because if they got lost, I would search for them until I found them. And if I never did, I would still know I tried my best, because that’s what friends do for each other. Try.”

She giggled at him. Of course she’d heard corny speeches like that before, from people in the circus, mostly, but Sokka delivered his better than most. It almost sounded like he actually believed all that. “Of course. Well, we can always hope. Hi, Mai!”

Sokka nearly stumbled off of his feet. “Holy crap!”

The girl lying at the bottom of the sandbank’s arm bent, then flashed forward. Nothing happened. Sokka had raised his reclaimed boomerang to block the flechette he’d expected to fly at his face, but none connected. He peeked over the blade.

Mai’s arm shot out and back a few times. Each time she got her hand into her sleeve, she seemed to anticipate that she’d draw a shuriken of some kind, but it didn’t go that way. Finally she reached into her left, even more tattered sleeve, and after rummaging around, found one. She had one left. All the rest were probably already rusting at the bottom of the sea.

Naturally, by this point she had lost the element of surprise. When she did throw, Sokka was completely ready, and caught it so perfectly that the throwing spike got stuck in one of the weight-saving holes in his boomerang. Mai felt pathetic. However, she was a good fighter without her weapons, so she could try…

“Aaagh!”

Mai fell over, getting a face full of sand. A few grains got in her eye, so she couldn’t even look down to see what was wrong with her leg. It felt like it was split in two, and moving it didn’t help. She clawed the dirt, groaning and cursing in ways that would mortify her parents if they were there to hear.

“Oh,” Ty Lee observed, pursing her lips worriedly. Mai was one of the few people she felt empathy for as a rule. “Looks like you broke your leg.”

“I didn’t!” she bellowed, then pointed with a quaking arm at Sokka. “He did! Him! And that’s why we’re going to kill him!”

The boy took a step back. So that hadn’t been some faceless soldier he’d wounded so nicely. This complicated things.

Luckily, Ty Lee stuck up for him. “Oh, please. I bet you were trying to stab him at the time.”

“Of course I was!”

“Then can you blame him? Sokka,” she intoned sweetly, saying his name to him for the first time. She thought it was kind of funny-sounding, but that only meant it gave her happy-mouth. “Could you maybe see if you can fix her? I can’t do anything about corporeal injuries. Unless they’re caused by evil spirits. Is it an evil spirit, Mai?”

“I’ll kill you!” screamed Mai, scratching the embankment they were standing on as if she could erode it and bring them to her. The pain had clearly made her delirious. “I’ll kill both of you for this!”

That *did* kind of sound like evil spirit talk. But Ty Lee sat down next to Mai all the same, and her friend couldn’t move to attack her because she’d exhausted herself already. Her face flushed, she had sand in her hair and most of her clothing was frayed at the edges. She had not retained her shoes. “I hate you *so* much, Ty Lee, and I’m going to make you pay for letting this happen.”

“Don’t worry!” enthused the other girl. “You can do that after we save you!”

The *enemy* approached slowly, as well he should. He walked around her, kneeling over the wounded leg. There was a massive rip in her pants there, so he rolled that aside. “If you touch me I’ll kill you,” she warned.

“You already said that,” noted Sokka. “What, are you going to do it twice?”

“There are deaths and there are *deaths,*” Mai assured him. Of course, it was all bluster. She was totally under his power, and she hated that. Or at least she wanted to, because that was what was proper in the situation.

He winced as he saw that her leg had swollen to double its correct size, and the scrape she’d received had changed an unhealthy green color from the salt water. “Damn. I hit you in the side of the knee, huh? Really did it hard, by the looks of things.”

She bit off a yowl of pain as he lifted the limb by the foot.

“Whatcha doin’?” Ty Lee asked.

“Elevating it. If it stays full of fluid it’ll take longer to heal. And if it stays infected she’ll develop blood poisoning. We’re gonna have to move her.”

“Why are you doing this?!” demanded the wounded girl.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Right now, my biggest enemy is this island. Same goes for you, right?”

“Azula’s going to come here and then you’ll be in trouble!” Mai insisted.

Ty Lee shook her head. “Oh, don’t lie. I told him she probably won’t bother for a long time.”

Mai felt like vomiting, especially as blood rushed to her head. The boy was draping her arm over his shoulder, and she was now too tired and in too much pain to fight back. She could only adopt her most level tone and try to keep a cool head from here on out. “That was dumb to tell him. But I suppose I should have expected as much from you.”

“You know me so well! Hey, Sokka, what can I do?”

“I can get her out of the sun, but we need to find water. Do you know if there’s fresh water on this-”

“There’s a stream!” she exclaimed happily. “Just over there. Can’t you hear it?”

“No.” Sokka blinked at her. “Can you?”

She pointed at the side of her own head, not the least bit ashamed. “Big ears. I’m very happy with them.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Mai considered trying to strangle Sokka while he carried her on his back, but it probably wouldn’t work. And besides, if he dropped her… well. The pain was only growing, so she might as well get whatever assistance she was offered. It disgusted her that Ty Lee, who supposedly knew so much about chi wizardry, had never bothered to get acquainted with basic first aid. *The ditz.*

They made for the tree line, with Ty Lee pointing the way. The ‘stream’ turned out to be a winding sort of trickle that ended in a puddle. It looked impermanent, probably the product of the recent storm, and it might be gone soon. Sokka set Mai down on her back, face passing just a few inches from hers. She flushed when she felt his breath touch her. *Filth. Foreigner. I didn’t say he could breathe on me.*

He rolled a heavy-looking rock over to them, then placed a few more on top of that. After the pile was high enough, he propped Mai’s leg on it. She hissed, but it reduced the throbbing sensation. Then Sokka took off his shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” she said.

Ty Lee only giggled. He was a touch more muscled than she’d thought, especially his abdomen. She liked that.

Mai’s medic didn’t bother answering, instead dipping the entire shirt in the water, which was fairly cool. If it had been in direct sun they might’ve had a problem. When he was convinced that it was wet enough, he lifted it, didn’t wring it out, and then slowly dropped it onto her leg, wrapping it as he went. “Any better?”

Mai said nothing. Of *course* it was better.

“If you’re hurt anywhere else, you’d better tell me right now.”

“No,” she answered truthfully, though she would have lied if she had been.

“Maybe you should inspect her completely,” Ty Lee suggested. “And, uh, me, too.”

He ignored her, sticking his own feet in the water. The blisters stung, then went numb. Good. “We have to find where this water comes from and if there’s more. I don’t suppose you think there’s anyone else on this island?”

One girl hoped so. The other thought there was already one too many.

But they would both change their minds soon.

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TO BE CONTINUED
Next time, Sokka notices some things about his fellow castaways that make his motives seem a little less noble. Not that the acrobatic angel he finds himself staring at minds it in the least.
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(Don’t worry; this isn’t superseding anything else I’m writing. It’s just a response to one of the challenges posted, kind of… Evilevergreen's request was for something Sokka/Mai, but, well, threesomes are hot. So that explains that. And I’m sorry, but there won’t be smut in every chapter… that’s why it’s not rated the maximum allowable, but I promise I’ll get there really soon and that there’ll be a lot of it. This should update pretty fast because I don’t plan on struggling with too much plot development. Here’s a hint as to how it’s going to work: stranding, desperation, sex sex sex. Then some sex. Also, if we have time, some sex. See you next sex – er, chapter! And if you review more, it’ll come sooner. Ratings, too. That’s just how I roll. As always, apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])
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