.10 The Boiling Rock

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Sokka decided he had to stay, he had to know if it was his father. Chit Sang escaped in the cooler but Suki stayed with them.

It was a good thing they stayed because Chit Sang was later caught as he blew his cover. Iskra has never been more grateful.

They snuck around the side of the prison; giving them a clear view of the gondola where Sokkas father could be.

"Here it comes," Sokka announced. "This is it, if my dad's not here we risked, everything for nothing."

"We had to," Suki held his hand comfortingly.

The waiting was excruciating. Everyone's eyes glued to the now open door of the gondola. A man with tattoos and a nose piercing stepped out.

"Is that him?" Zuko asked, having never seen Hakoda.

"My dad doesn't have a nose ring," Sokka said like it was obvious.

More and more prisoners piled out of the gondola, but never Sokkas father. He wasn't there.

"That's it? That can't be it."

"I'm sorry Sokka," Suki frowned.

"Hey you! Get off the gondola!" A male guard demanded.

One final prisoner stepped out. Hakoda. Sokkas father.

"Dad," he whispered.

Sokka ran, heading straight to where his father was and leaving the others to just stand there.

"Go back to your cells, Sokka and his father are probably going to come up with a plan and we'll meet up later," Iskra advised and they parted ways.

Zuko grabbed her hand as Suki left.

"What?" She asked.

"Stand outside my cell," His question was more of a request.

"I can't do that, what if a guard caught me?" Iskra shook her head.

"Say you had orders to watch me," Zuko pulled her along.

Iskra separated their hands but still followed as they walked to his cell. She opened the door and he walked inside with a smirk. Choosing to ignore it, Iskra began to close the door when he grabbed her waist, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her.

"Zuko?!" She whisper yelled.

"What?" He asked with a chuckle.

"It locks from the outside, how am I suppose to get out?" Iskra cursed, rolling her eyes.

"Your not," Zuko shrugged.

Iskra chuckled dryly, pointing at him as she shook her head. "Your annoying."

"Your pretty."

Her eyes softened at his words and she almost smiled before remembering their situation and so she groaned, turning away from him.

"Can you take your helmet off? I want to see your face," Zuko neared her.

"Your going to get us caught!" She spun around to face him.

His hands rose slowly, reaching her helmet and taking it off gently. Once off, he placed it on the ground, keeping eye contact the entire time. He towered over Iskra again, fixing her hair as he cupped her face.

"Your absolutely gorgeous Issy," He whispered, mouth agape.

"Zuko, a guard could walk in," She reminded him.

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