Hello! Before we get into the story (or rather, stories), I'd like to explain something. This series of one-shots are all based off of the song Daniel by Bat for Lashes. Some stories will have the same lyrics that inspire them; so much of the song is relative to different characters at different points.

I have no idea how long this series will be, but I have ideas for at least ten different one-shots.

"But in a goodbye bed
With my arms around your neck
Into our mouths the tears crept
Just kids in the eye of the storm….."

Smellerbee never thought it would end this way. She was still young- they were all so young, with Jet the oldest at sixteen.

There had always been that idea in the back of her mind, that living as a Freedom Fighter was possibly more dangerous than it was fun, that there was a possibility of being killed in battle. But then she always told herself that there was no way the danger outweighed the thrill of it all.

It was exciting and exhilarating to fight, to know she was damn good, that they all were; that the Fire Nation soldiers truly had no chance against a group of misfit teens and children. Of course, that wasn't really how it was; they just always had the element of surprise, and knew their surroundings better than anyone.

But that all changed. As soon as she saw Jet lying on the cold and damp stone floor of the catacombs, she knew this was different. This was not fun anymore; this was scary and terrifying.

The enemy wasn't so obvious anymore. Earthbenders. Her own kinsmen were the ones that had wounded Jet so fatally, for fighting alongside the Avatar, for fighting for what was right.

She'd never known Jet not to get up a fight. He'd earned some pretty serious wounds; broken bones, gashes so deep she wasn't sure he'd ever stop bleeding, and they all had never stopped Jet from fighting.

But not this time. This time, Jet had gone down, and stayed down. It was then that Smellerbee knew: they would not get out of this place alive.

The Avatar and his crew did; or at least, she hoped they had. It never occurred to her that she and Longshot should go with them; that was unthinkable, to leave Jet alone, to die alone.

Jet had fallen, and so would they.

But not without putting up one hell of a fight.

Longshot had taken up the role of the protector, while Smellerbee cried alongside Jet. She couldn't help it. Jet was going to die, her fearless, reckless leader. She remained by his side, holding his hand and crying silent tears while Jet spoke softly and slowly, his words broken, until she heard the unmistakable sound of Longshot releasing an arrow.

In an instant, she was on her feet, two swords drawn, a third held between her teeth, just in time to see the Dai Li agents come flooding in. And without another thought, she leapt into battle, leaving Longshot with Jet, to guard him during his last moments.

She fought bravely, fiercely, putting up a good fight. She sliced through any rock hands that flew in her direction, and even managed to take down a Dai Li agent or two. However, a sound behind her made her stop dead:

Longshot had cried out, and then there was the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground.

She whirled around. Longshot was down, laying much too still, his eyes open and glossy. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to call out to him, and she took off running towards him, forgetting the fight around her.

It had been her fatal mistake.

She had only been a few feet a way when she was struck, stone slamming into her back, crushing against her spine with an incredible crack, and just as Longshot had, she too went down.

Everything seemed to slow down. There were voices around her, but they were distant. All she could do was stare ahead, at Longshot, and at Jet. And then the voices died down, and she came to realize the Dai Li had left.

Jet and Longshot. They were only a few feet away. It became incredibly important to reach them, to be with them.

It was a struggle to move. Her legs didn't seem to work anymore, and any movement at all brought on torrential pain. But she didn't stop, dragging herself across the uneven stone floor, coughing up blood as she went.

She reached Jet first. He was a still as Longshot, his eyes closed, and Smellerbee had to choke back a sob. She was trembling, her whole body shaking from pain, from fear. Jet was gone.

Longshot was gone.

The pain was excruciating now, in her struggle to get to Longshot, but she didn't give up. She refused to give up. If she was going to die tonight, it would not be alone. It would be with Longshot.

Upon reaching him, she did break down crying, but from the pain or sadness, Smellerbee did not know. With a trembling hand, she reached around him, hugging him tightly, and rested her head against his shoulder.

She never thought it would end this way.

Not in a million years.

Woo! First one done! I have to say, not all stories will be as heavy as this one.

And if anyone is wondering what happened to the Dai Li, they were called to help Long Feng at the topside of Lake Laogai.

I hope you enjoyed this, and constructive criticisms are always appreciated.