Katara sets out to make sure Jet is remembered long after he has deceased. KataraJet .x. Oneshot
it sounds unfinished, even to me, but i think it will be rather closing overall. it's just an angst-y one-shot. i miss Jet so much as a character. there was so much to the Jet-Katara relationship that was not told. this is set just after The Crossroads of Destiny. please review, i love constructive criticism. –Aina
i forgot it here, too!
DISCLAIMER! I only dream of owning the beautifully disturbed Jet and all other content belonging to Avatar.
.x. The City Walls .x.
He had seemed so infallible at first. So mature, he walked on water and never made a ripple. The hair, chestnut, messily spiked to an odd sense of perfection, the skin, tanned to a fairly dark shade, lithe muscles barely visible. I knew he was far out of my league from the start, but that never seemed to stop him.
Sokka tried to warn me early on, but it was too late, the mutual attraction was there. I should have listened, I should has seen, or at least guessed. He hurt me in more ways than the emotions I poured onto Aang. They had wondered why I have been so distraught over a long since past crush.
But it wasn't a crush. It was an obsession, with love and passion covering the overall depth. I wasn't ready to forgive him in Ba Sing Sai; I suspect I would have if the circumstances were different.
But he is dead now, and accept that freely, regretfully, but freely. I wish I could have saved him, or at least avenge his death, but the man who caused him all that pain still lives as a free man, or as free as one could be in that awful city. I understand why Longshot did what he did, but I could have apologized before the deed was done.
Or I could have waited for his apology, his apology without any brain washing behind it. I know it would have spilled from his mouth if I had been patient enough. Maybe he would be with us now if I had trusted him, I will never know. I still wistfully imagine him sitting with Sokka and Aang on the back of Appa,'s saddle, all three stir crazy and boisterous, Toph and I up front, me mending clothing, her chatting or thinking. He would be such a help to us now, in the midst of our planning.
Now I sit here at the walls. The rest of the gang are waiting, Aang still unconscious, but they can wait. It wouldn't kill Sokka or Toph, but I wish I could say the same about Aang. The rock in my hand feels too sturdy for such a fragile occasion. I could have Toph do it quickly and be done, but I feel I should be the one, no matter how long it will take. Making my way to a fairly desolate and overlooked area, I carve as carefully as possible among all the other graffiti missed by the repair crew. "For what might have been, and to forget what was, J-K." Jet and Katara. The initials seem unnecessary, but they are set in stone quite literally, so I scribble them out. A crude slash now ends my sentiment. Maybe I'll return one day, and think about what might have happened, the same thoughts crossing my mind, or maybe I will not make it through the battle. I'm sure he's waiting for me, for us to be able to start anew, I will just have to wait to join him. Right now, Aang need me. Maybe later, I'll speed up the waiting, but now I'll remain among the living.