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The farm gets very quiet late at night. It's nothing like Gotham, but it's not much like Eden, either - it's a farm and it's alive, and there's wind through the fields of crops and insects buzzing around and people talking quietly back inside the farmhouse, and there's electric light spilling out from the windows but it doesn't reach very far. And there's the stars. There were stars in Eden, too, but Steph didn't recognise the constellations or know what to expect. The stars here are basically the same as the ones she knew from before, from Gotham - except there's so many of them. Millions. On a clear night on the Gotham rooftops there might be fifty stars. Here they just never stop.

And Steph never gets tired of watching them, lying stretched out on the roof of the bunker with a pillow, listening to toddler snores from within and the soft hum of the generators. There's a few lights on in the cruise ship and a few more in the castle, warmer and yellower and closer than the stars, but the farmhouse is dark and quiet and the bunker, too. It's nearly summer again and the air is warm enough that she only needs a light jacket.

If only everything else could be as comforting.

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"'Kay." She pulls his hand up so she can kiss it. "And don't call if you don't need to."

That last sentence was ridiculously hard to say. Being understanding, Steph thinks, sucks.

"'Cause I'd never let you end the call, and that wouldn't help you with the being-alone part of it. So don't."

And that... is exactly what he needed to hear. Especially with Mel's earlier insistence that he call every single day.

Sokka kisses her hand right back, and then tugs her over for a kiss to her lips, too.

Grateful.

"I'll call when I need to."

"I know you will," she tells him, once kisses are finished, "'cause you know I'll break both your legs if you don't."

"I'll miss you. But ... but take as long as you needa."

"And I can only break bones while I'm on the trip," Sokka reminds her teasingly, and leans his forehead against hers.

"It won't be for long. I'll be back soon."

"Don't break bones," Steph insists firmly. "Not without me there to laugh at you. That's in the job description, you know. Cuddles and chicken soup and mocking when you're injured."

Talking a lot helps fill all sorts of silences, and silences would say far too much right now. They'd probably say Don't go don't go don't go don't go don't go don't go don't go don't go!

Which ... wouldn't help.

"How will you get there? Are you driving? Can I come, just as far as the edge of the States or something? There's monsters!"

"I was thinking about asking someone to give me a ride in the plane."

Once he gets there, there will be plenty to think about, worry about, do. Sokka doesn't want to spend weeks traveling when the last time he did that was...

This trip is for several reasons. Masochism isn't one of them.

"Ooh, good idea."

And that way Zinda, at least, will know where he is, and Steph really likes that idea, too.

"Can you get maps? Ooh, and a really thick sleeping bag, you'll be cold. And firelighters or something, and gas, and you could get one of those little wood stove heaters, or ..."

Sokka kisses her to shut her up. It only works partly, though, because he's also laughing at her protectiveness at the same time.

"I'll be okay," he assures her when he's leaned back, still smiling at her. "I grew up in a place like that. I know what I need to bring with me."

"Shh, let me worry," Steph insists, poking him in the ribs - and grinning, too, because he is. "I can if I wanna."

Continued grinning and a nod, fingers still laced with hers. "You can do whatever you want."

There's something reassuring in the way he says that. That he knows, if there was something Steph wanted she'd find a way to get it.

She grins, comfortably flopped against his side. "Damn right I can."

Except, apparently, get people to stay.

No, that's not fair, she reminds herself. He'd stay if he could. And he's coming back.

He better be coming back.