Author's Note: Well, I sure do not waste anytime. I was working on this since my last Jetko fic. Just to explain real quick: I was listening to Three Days Grace's CD One-X, still my favorite CD by them to date, and I just realized how much every single song reminds me of Jetko. Now, normally, I don't like songfics/don't write songfics, but this is gonna be a little different. The lyrics are just in there a couple times to guide you, so you really don't have to know the song and it doesn't follow perfectly. I tried to keep drabbles in a certain order, but they don't need to be for the full story. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

Your bottles almost empty, you know this can't go on. Because of your my mind is always racing.

Jet sat at the bar- one of the filthiest, run down bars of Ba Sing Se, but it was all he could afford after getting fired from his roofing job. Got fired for being late, being late because he had to follow someone to their job, find evidence at any cost.

The bartender was eyeing Jet as he poured another glass. Jet was already past his limit, clinging to the edge of the bar with his hand to hold himself on the seat. Jet smirked at the bartender, indicating to fill it up.

Each time the liquor hit the back of Jet's throat, it burned like fire. And it brought him back to the main reason he was here: Li.

Li, who was a dirty rotten firebender living right here in the safest city in the world. Jet sneered, tipping his glass back. The liquid burn his throat and Jet pretended he could feel Li's lips there; they were always so hot anyway.

Jet felt disgusting. On the ferry, he had put his trust in Li, had let Li touch him and kiss him and lick him and he submitted to Li, let him take whatever he wanted. He was addicted to his skin and mouth and voice. And he was a fucking firebender.

The thing that pissed Jet off the most - and now that he was drunk, he didn't feel shame for thinking it again - was that Jet still wanted Li to touch him, feel his too hot mouth around his dick, and suck on those too hot fingers. He was pissed because he was still addicted to Li - this firebender.

Three Earth benders came in, made of money and flashing it around. One of them sauntered over to Jet, just as he finished the last of his drink. "You're in my seat, commoner."

Jet slammed his glass on the bar, standing up, legs a little bit shaky. But had anything ever stopped Jet from a fight? This was just what he needed, beat the shit out of someone and pretend they were Li. He would get off to it later.

The Earth bender laughed at him, grabbing Jet's shoulder and pushing him out of the way. Jet slugged him in the jaw.

I know what runs through your blood, you do this all in vain.. Because of you my mind is always racing.

Jet was lying on some hay, he didn't know where at, but his side hurt like a bitch. Apparently, the Earth benders were too prideful to fight Jet with their fists and with a rock to the ribs, sent him stumbling out of the bar.

He knew he should get up, find his way home before Smellerbee and Longshot started to worry, but he was simply too drunk. The hay felt soft enough to sleep in, so Jet continued lying there, starring up at the stars.

Breifly, he thought of Li and was he was doing right now. He imagined his jerky body, moving awkward around Jet, trying to dogde Jet's hands when they reached for his hips.

Yes, Jet still wanted Li. Wanted Li so bad that his dick already felt half hard just from thinking about him. He felt disgusting and violated and hurt. He could feel it deep in his chest, Li was a firebender. So why hadn't he attacked yet? He should have killed them the second he saw the heated tea. He wanted to stand up, find Li wherever he was and fuck him so hard that he'd admit to everything. And then Jet wanted to slit his throat as he made him come.

But instead, Jet laid drunk in a pile of hay, his own hand sliding downward, wishing it was Li's.