Good-bye To You, Dear Jet

"You're Fire Nation?!"

I turned my eyes to the boy who two minutes ago stood beside me. Not anymore, he drew away as though I was a snake; a poisoned, treacherous, cursed animal. My expression softened for him as his grew more disgusted. I had met many people like him, prejudicially, and misinterpreting; I bore their scorn for it was easier for them to hate me. He was the first one that came along, I thought he was different.

"Jet," I whispered and his face became more livid, more hateful.

"Don't you dare speak my name like you know me!" he said. "You Lied To Me!"

"I couldn't very well tell you the truth," I said trying to explain myself. "You would have killed me Jet! And hadn't you just gone through the trouble of saving me?"

"Then Why?!" He shouted, accusing.

"Why what, Jet?" I asked, my voice softer. I didn't want him to drew away, I didn't want him to leave too. If only he'd look me into the eyes, if only he'd stop trying to envision my body bleeding to death from gashes made by his swords. I feared those swords, but not as much as I feared losing him to the darkness of unrestrained hate.

"Why didn't you just leave then? Didn't you fear for your life when I TOLD you I hate Firebenders?! Why did you stay knowing that I detest your kind?!"

My chance. He'd asked. I could only hope he'd be open minded enough to pay attention to the response. "Because Jet, it wasn't good for you. You can't let this hate consume who you are. Would your parents have wanted—"

"You Don't Know What My Parents Were Like!!" Shhhink. The unsheathing of those swords. "Stop pretending you know everything!! You don't know anything!"

"I know your parents must have loved you!" I cried. "Jet they wouldn't want this! They wouldn't want you to become a killer! Jet, You need help; please let me help you!" One step closer, fast glint of metal puts a sharp edge between us.

"You? You're the reason I hate all Firebender's in the first place!"

He was crossing lines he shouldn't with me. But of course he was, it was a test; if I gave in and exploded at him his point would be prove true. "I didn't kill your parents, Jet."

"No, but you just proved that all Firebenders are deceitful little bitches!"

Pushing buttons he shouldn't, playing with fire. How badly did this boy need to be burned before his will broke and yielded willing to the flames? No, how bad was the damage already from the last time he was burned? He prodded me to lash out at him from spite, because he had been burned he dared fire to do it to him again. After all, lighting never strikes twice in the same spot, right? But did he even know that Firebenders could also control lightening?

"I lied to protect you Jet," I said calmly. "If you can't see that you're sicker then I thought."

"Protect me from what?"

"There's a lot of toxicity inside of you Jet. Hatred, anger, sadness, pain...I know you don't really want any of it." Open arms, I"ll welcome him if he'd only come forward. He holds his sword out a little straighter, but it trembles in his grip. "Please jet, just trust me. I won't hurt you, you know me..."

"You're Fire Nation!!" he repeated with a tremble in his voice only I could hear. He sounded like he was trying to brainwash himself against all that had happened between us. "You l-lied to me!"

"But you love me," I whispered softly. "I know you do. And you never would've known you loved me if I hadn't lied. Isn't that worth something?"

"How can I possibly love you," he said in return. "You're Fire Nation..." Clank. The drop of his sword. Eyes look away, glistening under the pale moon's full light. I wait to see if he'll come to me, but he makes no move. So I take a tentative step toward him, fearing the bite of those swords which could so easily be picked up by his swift hands again.

"Oh Jet," I whisper touching his arm. "I am so sorry you had to find out like this. Please understand, I wanted to tell you when you were truly ready to hear it." I reach up, barely touch the fine tips if his brown hair and he turns away again, his back meeting my face. "Jet..."

"I've got nothing more to say to you," he said. "Don't pretend to know me, you know nothing." And then his feet took him away, to where I wasn't sure.

"Ummm..." came the voice of a young child to my right. The Avatar needed my attention now, it wasn't yet time to cry. I pull a smile onto my features, I will the tears to hold, just for a little longer.

"Oh Aang, I will teach you Firebending as soon as you are ready to start learning," I say. "I know you came to the North Pole for a Waterbender teacher and I'm unsure of how far you must have progressed. I also understand the hurry you may be in to learn all your studies, but do be patient and take you time."

"That wasn't what I was going to ask," he said. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Heh, I'm sure I'll be fine," I reply. I turn to leave myself, not knowing the city I have nowhere to go but as long as everyone was gathered there to feast and celebrate the arrival of the Avatar, the city would be deserted and anywhere was a better place to cry then there in fount of so many people. "It's funny," I say, pushing a loose strand of black hair from my face and behind my ear. "I never really liked him at first. In fact, I hated his guts almost as much as he would've hated me...as he hates me now..." Two tears race down my cheeks. "But I—I learned to love him with time. Heh, isn't that so ironic; through hate I came to love. Through love, he came to hate." One more fleeting look at where his body had disappeared from me.

"Good-Bye to you then, my dear Jet."


A/N: Uhhh...so who saw the latest episode of Avatar? Yeah, that would be me. I never lreally liked Jet, but I don't think I hated him enough to want him to die. In fact, he became a Muse not too long ago and now I kinda feel like he's being ripped from me too soon. So I just sorta whipped his up. The OC in there is my character Phoenix, Though I guess if you want you could pretend it was Zuko...If you want Yaoi...Or maybe Azula...W/E, it's just my crppy attempt to say good by to Jet, if he really does die...