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The mission was supposed to be simple.
Reconnaissance in the Si Wong Desert, tracking a rogue Earth Kingdom general who'd been smuggling Fire Nation weapons. Easy work for the Avatar's inner circle. Toph had insisted on coming—sandbending was her specialty, and she'd argued her point with crossed arms and a jutted chin that left no room for debate.
Zuko had agreed too quickly.
Katara noticed. She always noticed.
"You're staring again," she murmured, guiding Appa lower through the dust-choked air.
Zuko's jaw tightened. "I'm scanning for hostiles."
"Uh-huh." Katara's voice carried that infuriating sing-song quality. "And the hostile just happens to be a five-foot-nothing blind girl sitting in the saddle?"
"She's not blind."
The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Katara raised an eyebrow.
"I mean—she can see through earthbending. That's not technically blind."
"Sure, Zuko."
He hated how she said his name. Like she knew something he didn't. Like she could read the truth written across his scarred face.
Toph sat cross-legged at the edge of the saddle, her bare feet pressed flat against the wood. Her fingers drummed against her knees. The desert below stretched endlessly, a sea of golden dunes that shifted with the wind.
"Land us over there," she said, pointing northeast. "There's a rock formation about half a mile out. Good cover."
Aang tugged the reins. "How can you tell?"
"I can feel the vibrations through the saddle, Twinkletoes. Some of us pay attention."
Zuko suppressed a smile. She always had an answer. Always had a comeback. Nothing rattled her—not his temper, not Katara's nagging, not the weight of a war that had stolen her childhood.
He loved that about her.
The thought hit him like a stone to the chest.
Love.
No. That wasn't right. He respected her. Admired her. She was a valuable ally and—
And he couldn't stop watching her.
The way she moved. The way she planted her feet and dared the world to knock her over. The way she never flinched, never doubted, never apologized for being exactly who she was.
Zuko looked away. His hands found the hilt of his swords, checking them for the third time that hour.
"You're nervous," Sokka observed, sliding into the seat beside him. "Is it because we're about to face a traitorous general with a small army? Or because Toph's wearing that new sleeveless tunic?"
"Shut up, Sokka."
"Just asking."
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The ambush came at dusk.
They'd found the general's camp tucked into a canyon, torchlight flickering against red sandstone walls. Dozens of soldiers. Earthbenders, mostly. A few firebenders in the general's personal guard.
The plan was simple: Aang would create a diversion with a gust of wind while Zuko and Toph slipped in from the east flank. Katara and Sokka would circle around to cut off their escape route.
It should have worked.
But the general had placed sentries along the ridge, hidden in crevices that Toph couldn't feel until she was already standing on them.
The first boulder came out of nowhere.
Zuko saw it in the firelight—a massive slab of stone hurtling toward Toph's back as she crouched low, reading the ground through her soles. She didn't see it. She couldn't see it, not when it was airborne, not when there was no earth to read.
He moved without thinking.
Flame erupted from his fists, propelling him forward. His shoulder connected with Toph's side, sending them both tumbling behind an outcropping as the boulder shattered against the cliff face behind them.
"What the—!"
"Sentry," Zuko gasped, his arm still wrapped around her waist. "Third ridge. He threw a rock."
Toph shoved him off. Hard.
"I could have handled it."
"He was aiming for your head."
"And I would have felt the air current, or heard the—look, Sparky, I don't need you to save me. I'm not some damsel in distress."
Zuko's temper flared. "I didn't say you were."
"You didn't have to." She was on her feet now, dusting off her tunic with sharp, angry movements. "Every time we go on a mission, you're hovering. Watching. Waiting for me to screw up so you can play the hero."
"That's not—"
"I'm blind, not weak. I'm the strongest earthbender you've ever met, and I don't need a babysitter."
She punctuated the sentence by stomping her foot. The ground rippled beneath them, sending a shockwave through the canyon that knocked two approaching soldiers off their feet.
Zuko watched her stand there, chest heaving, fists clenched, and felt something crack open in his chest.
Gods, she's magnificent.
"I know you're strong," he said quietly.
Toph froze.
"I know you're the best earthbender in the world. I've seen you take down entire battalions without breaking a sweat." He stepped closer. "That's not why I—when I saw that rock coming at you, I didn't think. I just moved. Because the idea of you getting hurt—"
"Don't." Her voice was sharp, but it wavered at the edges. "Don't say things you don't mean."
"I don't say things I don't mean."
She turned her face toward him, those unseeing eyes searching for something in the dark. Her lips parted. Her breathing had changed—shorter, shallower.
"We have a mission," she said.
"I know."
"The general is still out there."
"I know."
Neither of them moved.
The canyon was silent except for the distant shouts of soldiers regrouping. The firelight painted shadows across Toph's face, catching the sharp lines of her jaw, the stubborn set of her mouth.
Zuko's hand lifted before he could stop it. His fingers brushed against her cheek, feather-light, tracing the curve of her skin.
Toph flinched. Then she didn't.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I don't know."
He was lying. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was falling. Had already fallen. Had been falling since the first time she'd called him Sparky and laughed at his scowl.
Her hand caught his wrist. Her fingers were calloused, strong, grounding.
"If you're going to do something," she said, "do it. Don't just hover."
Zuko kissed her.
It was clumsy at first—he was rusty, and she was surprised, and their noses bumped in a way that would have been funny if his heart wasn't trying to beat its way out of his chest. But then her lips softened, and her fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic, and she pulled him closer.
She tasted like dust and sweat and something sharp. Like earth after rain. Like her.
His other hand found the small of her back, pressing her against him. She made a sound—a small, surprised hum—and he swallowed it, deepening the kiss.
"Okay," she breathed against his mouth. "Okay. That's—that's not bad."
Zuko laughed. Actually laughed. "High praise."
"Shut up and kiss me again."
He did.
Her hands found his scarred cheek, her thumb tracing the ruined skin with a gentleness that made his chest ache. No one touched his scar. No one except the healers, and even they did it with clinical detachment.
But Toph touched it like it was just another part of him. Like it didn't matter.
"I've been wanting to do that for months," he admitted.
"Months?"
"Since the invasion. Maybe before."
She pulled back, her expression unreadable. "You're serious."
"I don't joke about things like this."
Toph's jaw worked. Her grip on his tunic tightened.
"I can't see you," she said. "I can't see your face when you talk. So I have to feel it." Her free hand pressed against his chest, over his heart. "And your heart is going a mile a minute."
"Because you're touching me."
"Because you want me to touch you."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A realization.
Zuko's throat went dry. "Yes."
The word hung between them, heavy and electric.
"We have a mission," she said again, but her voice was different now. Softer. Uncertain in a way he'd never heard from her.
"We do."
"And after?"
He understood. After the mission. After the fighting. After they'd put down the general and returned to Appa and faced the knowing looks of their friends.
"After," he said, "I'd like to finish this conversation. Somewhere private."
Toph's lips curved into a smile that was equal parts challenge and promise.
"You're on, Sparky."
Shouts echoed through the canyon. The general's men were regrouping.
Toph stepped back, and the loss of her warmth was physical. She cracked her knuckles, a cocky grin spreading across her face.
"Let's finish this. I've got plans for you tonight."
She turned and launched herself into the fray, earth erupting around her in waves.
Zuko stood there for half a second, heart pounding, head spinning.
Then he ran after her.