Present #1 (unwrap me)
First Drabble Present: Merry Christmas!!!
Jetara Songfic "Call Me When You're Sober"
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
Katara paced. Where were they? She'd spent all afternoon stitching that hat... but she supposed she'd expected him to be off being a hero. That's why she liked him in the first place.
When Sokka came back in a foul mood, she thought that he was trying to spoil everything...
She couldn't have been more wrong.
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
"So what do you want to do? Chase after the water tribe girl?" Smellerbee was perplexed. Sneers chortled. Pipsqueak led The Duke away so he wouldn't overhear the conversation in which there was likely to be more fireworks than the young demolitions fan had been known to blow up in an afternoon.
Longshot and Smellerbee stood side by side wanting answers.
"Ba Sing Se. That's where we can get a new start. It'll be like forgetting any of this ever happened."
For his two comrades, they wished later they hadn't believed him.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself
"It's too painful" Jet fell forward after Katara had tried to help his memories come to light from the fog of his brainwashing.
When Toph had suggested earlier about them, Katara stubbornly refused to admit anything... but now all the anger was gone. She still cared. She would do everything she can to make him whole again.
Can't keep believing
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late
"Katara..."
"Jet. Don't."
She replayed it over a thousand times in her mind. She never expected to see him again, but she hoped she would just so she could give him a piece of her mind.
It was too late to make amends, but it wasn't too late to make him pay.
How could he have hurt her like this? Her first love!
She should have vowed never to fall again, but she kept believing in hope that she'd find Mr Perfect... the boy who she could be with. When she saw him again, deep down she hoped it was Jet.
Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
He was supposed to die at the hands of the Fire Nation. They were the ones he hated... Or in protecting Katara. She was the one he wanted.
Ironically it was at the hands of the Earth Kingdom, protecting Aang.
All he had left was to feel shame for his own actions. Did he really mean it when he told those firebenders he believed in second chances too?
He'd fooled his friends... his group... but most of all... he'd fooled himself too.
Selfishly hated
No wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time
And you're too late
That was the only thing he was living for. Love was on the bottom of his priorities. Vengeance would always be first. When there was so much hate inside of him, there was only one way to rid himself of it.
He'd chosen the wrong way.
He was so wrapped up in the past that he couldn't possibly have a future.
Katara, now safe in Aang's arms again, never thought of these things. It never struck her that Jet was on the fast road to self-destruction even before his run in with the Dai Li.
However, Toph, with more instinct than the others thought of it even before Sokka murmured it to her as an afterthought, as so Katara wouldn't overhear one night.
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over
It's over
"Katara. I've changed..." And although it was over... why did she want to take him back?
How she wanted to believe that! She'd meant what she said when she called him a monster. She meant what she said when she left him there iced to that tree.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine
Jet's eyes were earnest, but just the very fact he had his freedom fighters with him were enough to tip her off that he wasn't. Perhaps without donning a breast plate of armor and following after him herself she never stood a chance, she thought as she watched Smellerbee crumple to the ground beside him.
So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind
"Jet..."
He was so brave when she left him a second time. He'd made his choice. He'd walked his path. And there was no room for love.
And as tears slid down Katara's cheek, pooling at her chin, she heaved back more sobs.
If only he'd chosen her. If only he'd really changed.
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(without being Beta'd it's not the best job, but hopefully fills you with love and fuzzy feelings for the season. Joy!)