Hey, people! I was looking for a Toph/OC story the other day, but could not find one for the live of me, so here is one of my own! Where there is a way there is a will. Wait, I think that's backwards…

Notey note :3 : (This story is Post-series and Pre-LOK)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

In the city of Omashu…

Toph Bei Fong trudged through the streets with nothing to do. The weather was nice, the clouds were non-existent, and yet there was no one to have around as company. After the 100 Year War had been ended, Katara and Aang had ensued into a romantic relationship of their own. She couldn't stand the mushiness of the situation. Despite the couple's insistence on having her stay with them in their new home, it wasn't long before she left to join her grandfather and his teashop over in Eastern Omashu.

After much debating, Toph did come back home to apologize to her parents, but they were strangely forgiving and seemed to truly understand, which was a not very normal way for them to act. In fact, they had even given her their blessing when she mentioned living away with her grandpa.

She worked at the shop as a server, but refused to wear the suggested work clothing, a girlish dress of sorts. Instead, she wore her regular attire of a green under dress with a tan covering. She would wear make-up only when the small teashop received fancy clients. It always amazed her grandfather on how expertly she could apply the minerals to her face without the aid of sight, though he usually kept those thoughts to himself. She liked serving the tea. She liked drinking it, she liked her boss, and she like the freedom of it all. In her liberal time, she would race out and run to her favorite place in the valley where she would earth bend. It was her way of connecting with the world around her. Whether dirt, mud, sand, rock or the occasional scraps of metal, she would always find someway to entertain herself. It was her secret place. No one was invited and if they did come, they would pay for their infiltration of her private zone.

One sunny afternoon, Toph was in the shop, lounging lazily on the wooden bench pushed against the wall. Things had really been slow that morning and there were not a lot of people coming in for afternoon tea, so Grandfather allowed her take the rest of the day off. She gladly accepted and could hardly say "Thank You, Grandpapa" before she was out the door and heading to her secret spot. She took her merry time to stroll through the valley and enjoyed the sounds of the afternoon marketplace bustle.

When she got there, though, she was greeting by an unfortunate spectacle. A person. Earth bending her earth. In her territory. Anger quickly shot through her veins, though she couldn't quite discern why this was making her this drastically upset. She could "see" the person through the vibrations. It appeared to be a young man, sold away by the way he moved, but she didn't care. With a shift of her feet and a gesture from her hands, she launched a surprise attack on the trespasser and he was sent flying into the air. He went far, judging by the subtle vibrations she received. He had apparently saved himself by earth bending a landing platform.

Standing her ground, she inclined her head and suddenly sensed a wave of more vibrations. They were coming straight for her and showed no sign of stopping. She was just about to launch him again when he suddenly stopped right in front of her, disrupting pebbles of stone into covering her feet due to his abrupt stop. Instantly, Toph got the feeling that she was being examined, as if he was checking her out. Then the intruder did something that surprised her altogether. He stood his ground and spoke.

"Hey. Could you show me which way the earth bender that attacked me went?"

Confused, her response was reluctant and incredulous, "…What?"

(4/4/12: Hey guys, I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm doing some major editing on this story. Nothing's getting taken out, just grammar and spelling checks along with some content additions). Thanks, you wonderful readers, you.