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[i_spoiled_it]

Someone drove a truck over Steph's head.

No, someone drove a steamroller over her head.

And then filled her mouth with fuzzy, crusty goop. And started breeding little creatures on her teeth. And now they're sitting on her head hammering at her temples with an actual hammer.

Possibly a nailgun.

"aaaaaaaughOn the upside, she's in bed, which is a

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[notanoptimist]

And there's Sokka, lying sprawled on the floor with a blanket and a pillow like he'd fallen out of bed.

His bed.

The bed Steph is in.

[i_spoiled_it]

And she can't remember what happened.

They were in Metropolis!

They were jumping off rooftops!

They were supposed to meet the others at the club, after they broke out of prison, but ... they got there, and ...

... something must have happened. She must have -- but why are they in Kansas? This is definitely the farm, and that's -- definitely Sokka, the bed smells like him, like his shirts, and --

Cue freaking out. A lot of it. Signalled by the way she sits bolt upright, and then falls back down instantly because ouch -- and bangs her head hard on the bedhead when she does so, with a thump and a "Ow! Fuck!" that isn't muffled at all.

[notanoptimist]

Rocketing up when she does, Sokka blinks blearily at Steph, exhausted with dark circles beneath his eyes.

And some serious bedhead.

"Whass'matter?" he mumbles, yawning in the middle of it.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph's head, did we mention, is killing her.

And whoever drove the truck just reversed it back over her again.

Which may or may not explain the way she's staring at Sokka with something close to terror, hugging the blanket to her.

(oh god he's so cute with his hair all sticking up and he's -- and she's -- and she doesn't even remember, jesus, what did they do?)

"-- how did -- what did -- did I --"

And then a tiny bit more of last night inches its way into her head and one hand flies to her lips, jaw dropped.

"-- oh God, I kissed you?"