Alright, so I've been wanting to do this for a while: do a series of short little drabbles inspired by one line, or in some cases, a few words, in some of my favorite songs. I didn't want to just do straight 'songfics,' because quite frankly that lacks originality and creativity, in my opinion.

So from this first chapter on, I'll give you guys the line that inspired the one shot, as well as the song and the artist; the only rule being I can only use that one select line and no other part of the song in any way, shape, or form. This, however, is not required; as I can promise you that in some of them I probably won't.

Lyrical Tidbit Fic number one:

Line: "You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.." from the song called Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae. Beautiful song, she has such a lovely voice.

Never Wanted to Be

I had always been the one for him, the one who offered him words of comfort, reassuring smiles, encouragement, a warm set of arms, if that was what he needed the most.

From the moment he fell into my arms, tumbling out of the ice; cold, solid, frozen, I had attached myself to him, this boy, a stranger. It took absolutely no time at all for me to love him, in my own way, of course; his happy go lucky, charming and aloof nature winning over my favor and devotion.

There was a darker side to him, a side that I initially looked over, an unusualness; he was off, not normal, emotionally unstable. I shrugged it off as his being from a previous time, stuck in a world one hundred years older than his own; I should have seen it sooner, should have listened to what my eyes, ears, and heart were all telling me.

He was the Avatar, the most powerful being in the universe, the embodiment of the Earth, of life and energy itself. I hadn't been surprised by his affirmation of this; he was different, special, I had seen it in his sparkling gray eyes, I had known that he was some otherworldly, sentient being, there was no other way to explain the brilliant warmth his laughter, his smile emitted.

It was his admission of denial and resentment, his self-pity, and misguided anger at his being born into such responsibility, such wonderful gifts, that I could not understand.

Confessions of guilt, regret, sorrow muttered from his tear stained lips, the story of how he had made his way to me, to the icy cocoon I had found him in; I felt for him, I cried tears of my own, sympathetic of his lamentations. I too had left someone in their greatest time of need, and they had been taken from the world because of it. He felt as if he had taken the life out of an entire nation, and in some ways, he had.

No sense of identity, no purpose or self worth could be found inside this boy. A boy of pure childish ignorance and innocence; he knew not of what he meant to the world, of what he meant to me.

"I can't help you with that, Aang," I whispered regretfully in his ear, my arms tightening around his frame. My fingers working diligently to wipe his tears away from his cheeks, cheeks that were still swollen with the tell tale signs of his youth. The fire did little to provide him the warmth and comfort he so desperately needed; him and I sitting together in our own private cavern, the sound of rain echoing throughout the walls of the darkened cave.

"I know," he muttered, his words barely audible, his mouth lost somewhere in the fabric of my sleeve.

"You have to open your eyes," I caught another tear before it rolled off of his chin, "you have to see how much you are worth; how important you are in the grand scheme of things."

"I can't do this for you, I can't help you, I can only tell you that you're going to find yourself somewhere, somehow," my lips kissed the top of his head, peach fuzz tickling my flesh. He nodded, pulling away from my arms and taking a hold of my hand. His eyes met mine, watery, glowing with the various reds, oranges, and yellows casted by the light of the fire, his mouth curved into a soft smile.