A/N: So, we had this freak blizzard and then this psycho wind storm. And if you live in the Canadian prairies (especially in the northen area) you know when I say that I mean tundra-style whistling wind, trees breaking in half, the whole caboodle. (I could actually hear the wind over the heater I put in my room to muffle the whistling sounds!) Wether due to the sudden weather change or not, my internet stopped working. No matter what I did or how much I swore and threatened, it wouldn't start. So, stuck at home with no chance of surfin' the net, I decided to write. Except my mom needed my computer. So instead of writing more of In a Time of Magic, and then having to re-write everything to fit what I'd written before I decided to give this plot bunny a go. Its been quietly waiting its turn ever since I saw Avatar for the first time in Brazil, so I figured I might as well give it its chance in the spotlight after it behaved so well. :)
Internet should be (hopefully) back to normal within the next couple days, at which time I'll be able to have my computer and thus post the next chapter of In a Time of Magic. Until then, hang tight folks, and sorry for the technical dificulties. :P
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Avatar. I am just a geeky fan that felt like writing her own version of the shack scene and sharing it with fellow geeks for entertainment.
Warning: Here there be spoilers! If you have not seen Avatar and don't want to know the ending before seeing the movie, save this for after you've seen it. This deals with one of the last scenes in the film.
Neytiri felt panic surge through her body. Her mate was about to be killed in front of her and she could do absolutely nothing about it. Desperation gave her the strength to try and free herself one last time. With a strength she hadn't known she had she pushed at her fallen comrade whose body pinned her leg to the ground, while doing her best to pull her leg in the opposite direction. Somehow, after what seemed like years, she finally managed. Without pausing to so much as even think she rolled toward her dropped bow.
Every second counted.
She nocked an arrow and let it fly, trusting in her skill as a hunter to guide her. It did not disapoint – the man, Kwar'itch Jake had called him, looked down to his chest, surprise in his small cold eyes. He dropped the knife and Jake, and gave a pained huff as a second arrow found its mark. As the poison did its job the human fell to the ground.
Neytiri placed herself between her unmoving mate and the alien that dared threaten him. She gave a hiss of warning as the man glanced at Jake, but it was unecessary. For all their weapons and machines humans were tiny fragile beings, and their bodies succumbed to the poison much faster than any of the creatures it was intended for did. As soon as Kwar'itch could no longer hold himself up Neytiri turned away from him, dropping her weapon and placing all her attention on Jake.
Her mate lay exactly as he had landed when he had been dropped. Panic filled her again. Had she been too late? She checked for injuries, called his name, her voice becoming more and more desperate. She slapped his face, praying to Eywa that he would wake up, complainng about her rough treatment.
He didn't.
Fear of loosing him was blurring the edges of her mid, making it hard to think. Neytiri forced herself to focus. He had been like this before. The morning afteir their bonding, and then again when he had come to warn them of the impending disaster... Grace had had another body. A skyperson body. So Jake must have one too.
It was then she heard it.
A loud blaring sound, unnatural and very human, clearly a warning of some kind. She looked to the human building Jake and Kwar'itch had fought over, really seeing it for the first time. Jake had fought to protect it. It was important. And whatever or whoever was inside there was in trouble.
With a last worried glance back at her mate she sprinted the short distance toward the metal construction, skidding and banging against the side with a loud clang. She peered inside through a see-through area of the wall. The inside was a mess. Odd human machinery lay scattered everywhere, weird boxy chuncks of metal with a green glow emanating from inside splayed open. She caught sight of a leg, small and covered in a ridiculous ammount of clothing. A human leg.
She followed the wall of the human building until she came to an area Kwar'itch had managed to smash open in spite of Jake's efforts. She immediately leapt inside.
She saw a human sprawled on the floor, unmoving. Obviously male, he had the same odd pale pink skin Grace had had. (Human Grace anyhow). His legs lay at an odd angle, spread as if he had been dragging himself. His face was familiar. Though small, pink, and with short spiky hair the undelying features were that of her Jake. She called out to him.
Hopping over shards of something she rushed to his side, terror at his not having replied at her call. Terror escalated to horror when she realised he wasn't breathing. She shook him, calling his name. She tried to hold back a wail, turning it into a choked whine. She cradled his head in her palm, holding it steady as one would a baby. It was then she realised the stupidity her brain had succumbed to due to panic.
He was in a human body. He needed human air. Looking around wildly, she reached for a dangling face protector just like the one Kwar'itch had put on once she had broken through the clear protection he'd had before. She fumbled with it, strugling to line it up with Jake's face. Her usually nimble fingers felt heavy and uncoordinated. The only clear thought she could comprehend being Please, no. After what felt like hours the machine molded itself to Jake's face.
She watched and waited.
He wasn't waking up.
Why wasn't he waking up?
He had to!
Pain shot through her body. Her stomach felt like someone had reached inside and was slowly pulling it our through her throat. Her heart felt at the same time like it was withering away and about to explode. She stuggled to breathe through the pain.
All of a sudden he spasmed, arms flailing wildly before reaching for the face covering, fixing it to work properly in quick panicked movements. All she was really aware of was the fact he was moving. the machine let out a hiss and Jake relaxed as the machine fogged up. She felt his ribs expand and retract with each deep gulping breath he took.
At the moment, nothing else mattered.
Well? What d'ya think? I might add more to it at a later date, if inspiration decides to hit me over the head with a frying pan, but so far this is it. A oneshot. :)