A/N - A series of unrelated Zutara drabbles... :D
Written for the 15 Genres 1 Prompt Challenge
Title : The Sit-Down
Prompt : Sky
Words : 682
Sokka laughed. "I'm sorry, I must have heard wrong. You see, from here, I heard you say that you two…" He pointed at Zuko and his sister. "…are seeing each other when I know that you two…" He pointed at Aang and that same sister. "…are currently together." His grin was wide as he put a finger in his ear to clear up his hearing. "See? I'm hearing things." He let out a nervous laugh.
It was then that Zuko, Katara and Aang looked at each other, their expressions sheepish.
Sokka's grin froze. "I'm right, aren't I?"
Katara was the first to look at him expressively. "Sokka, I know that this is hard to believe, but-"
"No," said Sokka as he shook his head in denial. "No. No. No. No. No." He stood up from the floor, having sat down at the request of the three before him, and now no longer able to hide his restlessness. "No. No. No."
Zuko sighed before he leaned towards Katara to whisper. "Told you this won't go over well."
Sokka's eyes widened. "NO. You two are not dating. Right, Aang?" He turned to look at the bald-headed monk who seemed to be intensely interested on the rug they currently sat on. "Right, Aang?"
"Um…" Aang looked at the other two benders who happened to give him a pointed look. Letting out a low breath, the Avatar grinned. "Actually, Katara and I haven't… and then she… and then he…" He let out a sigh. "Katara and I were together. But briefly."
"How briefly?" Sokka couldn't help but ask suspiciously.
"A week?" Aang said with a shrug.
Sokka's eyes widened. "What? But I've been on Kyoshi Island for six months. Are you telling me that you two have been…" He fought the urge to puke. "…involved for nearly all that time?"
Katara's smile was sheepish. "Yes…?"
Sokka felt his blood boil. He immediately turned towards the one person he blamed for all of this. "You!"
Zuko looked at him calmly. "Me?"
"Yes, you. All this time you and my sister have been…"
"-doing things…" He shuddered. "…without my consent?"
His sister glared at him. "I don't need your permission, Sokka."
"Of course you do," said Sokka in a tone of obvious consent. "As for you, how dare you."
Zuko's expression continued to be unaffected by the dangerous wrath of a most awesome brother. "She doesn't need your permission, Sokka."
"Oh sure," Sokka said sarcastically. "Of course she doesn't."
"There is one other thing…" Katara said slowly.
Sokka froze, unable to think of what could possibly be worse. "What?" he asked, somewhat fearfully.
"We kind of got married."
A second passed where Sokka took it all in. Then…
"WHAT? How could you get married? And to him?"
"This doesn't concern you, Zuko." Unable to stand still, he began pacing. "Of all the low life, fire-bending fire-princes, did you have to choose him? I get there is a certain allure of being a warrior. I've experienced it. But that is no reason to get married to someone. Just because he's a leader of a nation and really, really, rich doesn't mean you have to spend your whole life with him. Since that was the big news you wanted to tell me, I supposed I have no choice but to go to father and talk him into not killing Zuko while I kill Zuko."
"Well... Actually… That wasn't the news I wanted to tell you." She shifted nervously. "Exactly," she said amidst a cough.
Sokka stopped pacing. "Huh?"
Katara reached out for Zuko's hand while Sokka's eyebrow twitched at the sign of affection. Sharing a encouraging smile with her husband (puke), she turned to face her brother with a large smile on her face. "I'm pregnant."
That was when Sokka fainted.