AU: Street Eden

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

People who have known Sokka since he was fifteen, sixteen, or even seventeen have often shared a common hope - that he will, eventually, calm the hell down about his work. Or at least cut down on the questions and excited babbling.

At thirty-four, Sokka is dangling from the roof of one of the two-story buildings in Eden, sitting in a sling constructed entirely of scavenged blankets, replacing a broken bulb in one of the lights they'd long installed on the street. The source of the blood they found on the walls from the beginning was known now and, honestly, they all felt better knowing there was light on the street in the middle of the night.

So.

Dangling Sokka from a roof, replacing a bulb and checking out the wires. Possibly whistling. Though it might be a yowling animal of some sort. As Zuko likes to say, Sokka couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

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"Buffy?"

Long pause, and Hana thinks. The name sounds vaguely familiar.

"If this is an ex-girlfriend, I don't wanna know."

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"Right, because I regale you with tales of my love life all the time." Not never, but rarely enough that he can eyeball her with a raised brow. "Buffy was a girl in Apocalyptica. I got on with her all right, but your mom wasn't a fan."

And Mel liked everybody.

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Hana doesn't really know that, not remembering her Mom that well at all. But Sokka does get an appraising glance. She's fairly certain Mom would have a good reason.

"Why not?"

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Putting his hands to the roof behind them, Sokka leans back and shrugs. "I never asked. I can guess, though. Buffy had-- real specific ideas about what was and wasn't okay about lurks. I guess back at her home, that was her whole job, keeping people safe from the lurks. She had this older guy, Giles, who was some kind of mentor or something for it. And Giles... well, fuck Giles, he's not part of this story."

He's part of other stories that make Sokka want to beat things.

"Anyway, the way she talked about this, the beating lurks thing, and how interested she was in Mel..." He pauses and takes a deep breath, leaning his head back to eye the clouds and scratch at his head. "...look, I know your dad's told you a billion and a half Avatar stories, right?"

Zuko did have them all memorized.

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"Yeah," Hana says with a trace of a scowl. "Do I have to have been paying attention?"

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"I'm going to risk Eden exploding with irony if I tell you you have to pay attention to a legend that doesn't affect you," Sokka replies with a snort. "...but if you happened to catch something about reincarnation in there, that'd be helpful."

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Hana frowns, looking straight at Sokka now. There's a beat, and she says, "Yeah. Cycling through the elements, right. Some fire guy then your buddy, Aang.

"What, are you trying to tell me I'm the Avatar? 'Cause I can't even bend as well as Iroh, and he's ten."

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Sokka makes a face when he glances at her. "I'll tell you how awesome you are after we're done with the serious part, all right?

"And no, you're not the Avatar. I don't know if one can be born in another world if Aang's in another... besides, you'd have to be Water. --Anyway," he waves a hand, shaing his head at the same time, "that's not the point at all. Just... well, Aang used to be able to talk to past reincarnations of himself. They weren't dreams, but still.

"Your mom thought it was toy for a while. Which is why, I'm thinking, if Buffy had gone up to her and started babbling about lurks and destiny and dreams and strength and crap... she might have a pretty good reason not to like her."

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"So," Hana says, trying to make sense of it. "Buffy had dreams like I did? What did that have to do with Mom?"

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"I don't know, tiny - seriously, this is all guessing on my part. Buffy babbled at me about destiny and lurks and her mentor and crap like that, but I never saw her with your mom."

Fingers tap on the rooftop and Sokka tilts his head to look over at her, frowning and-- worried, perhaps.

"...'course, Mel was a twin. Buffy said that'd never happened before. And you got your strength from your mom."

Of course, if she got the dreams from Harth, that might not help her stop worrying about his psychosis being genetic.

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"I'm a twin."

It's really special, the way that sentence can be filled with so much bitterness and so much love at the same time. Only someone else with a sister could understand it.

"So Mom, and Buffy, and me. OK, I think I get it."

She hunches up a little, and leans towards him.

"Is this cause she's dead?"

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A lean toward him is the invitation for that arm back around her shoulders, squeezing her. "Maybe. The new Avatar isn't born until the last one dies. But your mom died after you were born, so, if that's what it is, it's different.

"...is all this making you feel better or worse?"

[fire-frays.livejournal.com]

"Dunno."

Straight up honesty from Hana means she's feeling pretty shitty, but it's not all bad.

"They started after she died. Loo said they were just nightmares, 'cause she was getting them too, but I'm sure she's not."

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"You are?" He tilts his head, trying to catch her gaze. "Why so sure?"

[fire-frays.livejournal.com]

"'Cause she doesn't get how important they are," is the only thing Hana can say.

"Sokka, I've seen all sorts of toy, but these dreams - they

scare

me."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

If they'll get Hana to openly admit to fear, Sokka has no trouble believing her. It's why he can't hide the worry in his eyes as he looks at her. He also goes back to petting her hair.

"Your mom was special, hon. Anything you got from her can't be bad.

"...she could be pretty scary, though. If that helps."

No? Doesn't help? What if Sokka smiles at her while he says it?

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Hana slouches down into an accepting slouch and leans against him again.

"This sucks."

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Curling his arm further around her shoulders, Sokka sighs and turns toward her, his chin against her hair. "Sure you don't want me to talk to your dad?" he asks quietly. "Dunno what to do about your dreams, other than talk to people about them, and your dad's been fighting longer than I have."

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Hana shrugs, pretending indifference.

"Don't wanna worry him."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka doesn't even try to keep himself from snorting. "Uh huh. You have met Zuko before, right? If there's nothing to actually worry about, he will make up something to worry about. I think he has a rare condition where he can't actually be happy without a hernia."

[fire-frays.livejournal.com]

"So let him worry about Loo exploding from working too hard or Iroh turning into you," Hana protests.

"He doesn't need Mom-stuff."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"Hana, you know your dad loves to talk about your m-- what's wrong with Iroh turning into me? I'm awesome."

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Hana smirks brattishly.

"You remember the flaming boomerang incident?"

It took half the street to put out the resulting inferno.

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"As I have never set fire to a bar before," Sokka begins, frowning at her brattish smirk, "that would have been an instance of Iroh not being me."

Luckily, Sokka isn't completely terrible at focusing-- anymore. Which is why he pushes her head back on his shoulder and resumes the petting. It's very soothing. Probably.

"Look, I loved your mom but if you really want to know about her and if she ever had dreams like this, or even if Harth ever did, Zuko's the one to ask."

[fire-frays.livejournal.com]

"'Kay," Hana says sulkily. But it does mean Sokka's won. "If he sets himself on fire, I'm blaming you."