Title: Interlude
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters/Pairing: Jet, Smellerbee, Longshot; Jet/OC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary/Description: The girl at the water pump was staring at Jet. Same old, same old.
Warning/Spoilers: None at all.
A/N: For Ingrid. : ) She wanted flirting and missing wingmen and awesome, and I delivered. Sort… of.
Disclaimer: Insert appropriate denial of ownership here.
"Yeah... I'm gonna go, uh, acquire those supplies," Smellerbee said, as soon as she saw the way the girl at the water pump was staring at Jet. She was leaning on the pump, and the water wasn't even going into the bucket, just splashing across the stones and her feet, flowing into the drain below. The girl didn't seem to notice it. What a waste. Jet wasn't paying any attention to her, but he noticed her, alright. Smellerbee knew what was coming; she didn't need to stay around for this.
Jet's eyes flickered from the tops of the high trees that bordered the small village to the people that ambled the street, quick, but bleary-eyed, to the abandoned battlements, scarred by fire and arrows, to the autumn blue of the sky, over the top of Smellerbee's head to Longshot. Smellerbee glanced at their silent friend as well. He was indicating that he would stay behind to be the lookout, per usual.
The tip of Jet's tongue appeared for a tenth of a second, pushing the stalk to the right side of his mouth. Smellerbee heard a splash of water behind her, and rolled her eyes. She knew Jet well enough to know that that was a smirk hiding behind the calculation in his eyes and the set of his mouth.
"I don't need to tell you to be careful in your acquisition of those supplies," Jet finally spoke, hands delving into his pockets. Smellerbee snorted, even while standing up a little straighter.
"Of course."
He cuffed her on the shoulder lightly, and nodded at Longshot, taking the stalk out of his mouth.
"Good. In and out without them knowing you're there, back to the hideout in ten." Jet's body was now angled towards the pump, even if he still wasn't looking at the girl. Smellerbee turned to glance at her again, though, despite herself. The girl's body language was still begging for Jet to look at her. She was a slight thing; tall, but skinny with lots of long silky hair, and dainty looking hands. Smellerbee could probably knock her over with a breath.
She heard Longshot give an amused huff of breath. She would have told him to shut up, but he had just asked Jet a question.
"Me?" Jet answered. "Yeah, getting the weapons, just as planned. I just spotted the blacksmith; it'll be a quick deal. I'll be back a little later, though. I've got something to take care of."
Smellerbee rolled her eyes again.
"See you in thirty, then?"
Jet gave her an amused glance, a soft 'heh' escaping his mouth.
"Twenty."
He turned, just minutely, eyes narrowing, eyebrows delving. It was fluid, the way he moved, the way his eyes seemed to suddenly funnel and focus on one thing alone, like a compass pointing north. He was finally looking at the girl at the water pump, and she practically glowed.
Smellerbee snorted. Jet gave them both a vague hand gesture as he started walking forward.