Yeah, you know my disclaimer. Don't own Jet, Ba Sing Se, Longshot or Smellerbee.
I'm still working on Longshot though...
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He reached out for her hand. The stripes on her face, glowing in the darkness.
"Smellerbee" he croaked gripping her tightly.
"Yeah, we've got ya." She said, looking at him sadly. "I've got you." She repeated.
Longshot stood in the corner of the room. Watching silently.
"What happened to me?"
"We don't know Jet" she said sadly.
Longshot felt nothing but pained. Smellerbee had barely noticed he was there since Jet reappeared.
The younger girl looked up to her mentor with guilt sheilded by something much deeper than concern.
Whatever happened to a new start?
Whatever happened to letting the police handle it?
"They're not going to get away with it though" she said, her voice hard. Projecting over the small room.
When Jet said that the fire nation took everything they'd loved... he lied. Maybe Jet didn't realize it yet, but Smellerbee did. But love turned up in the most extroadinary circumstances.
Longshot slunk into the shadows. Smellerbee never noticed when a single tear of his ricoshayed off the floorboards in a single splatter.
Sometimes the most painful thing for Longshot being Longshot, was noticing everything.
