Author's Note: I wrote this for a friend who requested that I do a Smellershot oneshot (if you're reading this you know who you are), but it took me forever to write this, so I don't know if she even remembers requesting it. XD I apologize for taking so long, my friend! I hope you enjoy it! And I hope anyone else who reads it enjoys it too. :-)

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It's cold tonight. The streets of Ba Sing Se are empty except for the occasional man going home from a late work-day. None of them really noticed Longshot or I, but we didn't really notice them either. I still felt as if I was in a daze. Although it had been a couple days since my friend Jet's death, I can still clearly see the last moments we spent with him…

Longshot and I tried to help Jet as best as we could, but if a Waterbender like Katara couldn't heal him, then we didn't know who could.

When we were certain Aang and the others were gone, we were about to try and get Jet and ourselves back to the surface, since that would definitely be the first step in finding someone to help Jet. But he suddenly said, "Stop." His voice was weak, yet he still sounded like himself. I wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad sign.

"Why?" I questioned softly but desperately. "We need to go find someone who can help-"

"No one can. If Katara couldn't, then who do you think could?" Although I didn't want to admit it, he was right. We knew of no Waterbenders who could heal besides Katara, and there was no guarantee that there were any nearby or even in Ba Sing Se for that matter. But even so, I couldn't let him give up – nor could I give up.

"We still need to try, Jet. You can't die – we won't let you." The tears were a struggle to hold back, but somehow I still managed to.

Jet smiled faintly. "That's just like you, Smellerbee: always so determined." He let out a sigh with his eyes closed, and I almost thought that that was his last breath, but he opened his eyes against and, in an even fainter voice, said, "I'm sorry, Smellerbee." His eyes then went toward Longshot, whom I then realized was kneeling beside me, no longer standing with an arrow on his bowstring, although he still had his bow in his hand. "I'm sorry, Longshot." And after his last breath on "Longshot," Jet became motionless. He was dead.

The tears I was struggling to keep in finally broke loose, trickling down my face. "No…" I whispered, not wanting to believe that he was dead. But after a glance at the motionless Jet and at Longshot's solemn, sad face and bowed head, I knew it was true. Our leader, our friend, was gone. "No, Jet…" I wept. "Jet…"

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I blinked myself out of my memory and turned to find Longshot looking at me. "Yes, Longshot?"

He looked blurry. Why was that? I reached a hand up to my eyes. My fingers touched a bit of wetness. Was I…crying?

I quickly wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and looked up at Longshot. The question was clear on his face: Are you okay?

I nodded. "Yeah, Longshot, I'm fine." But he clearly didn't buy it. I sighed. "Yeah. I was thinking about Jet."

His hand squeezed my shoulder gently. I smiled a little. "I'll be okay though. It's just…hard." He nodded, understanding. I smiled just a little more. Longshot always seemed to understand. I could always tell him how I was feeling, and he would listen and try to understand – and he wouldn't judge me. I don't know what I would do without him… Does that mean that I have feelings for him? I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. But I'm willing to find out. "Thanks, Longshot."

He nodded again and smiled softly, gently. I think I felt a rapid thudding in my chest, though I'm not sure.

But I think I just found out.