A/N: Quick drabble I wrote (just now) in about five minutes. I thought it would be interesting to write Zutara from this point of view. :D
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Even in death, Jet watches.
He watches that scarred boy and his firebending uncle (Lee and Mushi), who he now knows to be Prince Zuko and General Iroh of the Fire Nation. Yes, he knows now, but he knew it then, too.
And it just kills him, because he was right all along.
Or it would kill him if he wasn't already dead.
He watches as Lee – no, Zuko – looks at Katara (his Katara) from across the rather ridiculously furnished room. Reds and golds blend into each other, and for a moment the pair almost melts into the background.
But only for a moment.
It's the first time they've seen each other since the day Ba Sing Se fell (yes, Jet watched that too) and Katara is silent.
Zuko isn't. His expression pleads with her; his eyes apologize countless times. Yet no sound slips from his mouth, for he is afraid of what the waterbender (who would look better in blue, because Jet thinks red doesn't suit her at all) will do to him.
Jet wonders what Katara will do to him as well, but is sorely disappointed when he sees her suddenly break the tension and tackle the Fire Nation (the enemy!) prince in a hug.
"I thought you were dead…" she whispers against the crimson cloth of Zuko's shoulder, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks at any moment.
Zuko looks confused, to say the least ("Girls are crazy!"), but closes his arms around her after a beat. No words are spoken, but Jet knows.
He knows, because he can see the way Katara clutches the scarred prince desperately, with tears that she never cried for him – not really, anyway.
He knows, because he can see the way Zuko closes his eyes when neither of them make any move to end the embrace.
Yes, Jet knows.
He knows, because he watches.
He watches as an enemy (Zuko) and an ally (Katara) fall in love.