A/N: So, fourth chapter up. God, my professors hate me right now. Anyway, hope everyone is liking the story, this chapter was a little weird to write, not sure why. I hope it came out ok, its not my best, but just like some of the readers, I'm anxious to get to the good parts. So, if you like it review, of you hate it, review, either way, review. Hate it or love it, heres chapter 4.

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Little Dreamer

Neytiri lay in the boughs of a tree, her body stretched upon the length of a thick branch. She lay there, her gaze turned to the evening sky, where Polyphemus's colossal form hung, tinged blood red by the dying light.

A few stars began to twinkle in the evening redness, their light stretching across the vast reaches of space to illuminate some alien sky. Any beauty they possessed was lost on Neytiri, whose gaze was unfocused and her senses numb. The world around her slowly faded into a throbbing, formless source of noise and feeling. She was completely lost inside of her own mind, her grief paralyzing her.

She had been in hysterics at first sight of Jake's body, but now reality was sinking in and she was slowly slipping into emotional shock. She had no idea how she was going to live a long life without Jake by her side, watching their son or daughter grow up, comforting her, loving her.

Neytiri's hands rubbed soft, slow circles across her stomach, her hands trying to convey comfort to her unborn child, while her mind reeled in the throes anguish, with each passing moment being a fresh reminder of Jake's now permanent absence.

A wind blew up from the south and whipped Neytiri's long braids about her face, and dried her cheeks, which had long tear streaks running down each side. However, the wind only caused her to break into fresh tears as she remembered Jake explaining to her one time how he loved the wind whipping in his face because it reminded him of flying on his ikran or toruk.

Though her body was incapable of laughing, her mind felt some glimmer of glee as she remembered Jake pantomiming flying on the toruk to several small younglings, his arms outstretched and a ridiculous noise coming from his mouth. The children had laughed with glee at his antics, and Jake had laughed with them.

Neytiri had mockingly accused him that afternoon of being a youngling, a child. He had merely given her a roguish smile and said "A child, am I? Well, if I was a child then how would I do this?" He had swooped in and planted a rough kiss on her lips. She had hungrily responded.

Neytiri's heart sank into her chest as she realized that so much would be missing from her life now that Jake's passion and exuberance were no longer a part of it. Even though it had only been a little over a year since Jake had walked into her world, her throat literally constricted at the thought of living without him. A loud sob tore from her throat, the last of her breath leaving with it, and she was left breathing heavily and noisily, as her body tried to regain control of her grief stricken form.

There was a noise below her. Even in her sorrowful state, she realized she needed to be mindful for predators. She slowly looked over the edge of the branch, to see Odo'khal leaning his massive frame against the trunk of the tree, his head almost touching the lower branches , a good sixteen feet off the ground. He was looking up at her branch.

She noticed for the first time that Odo'khal's face was lined with sorrow and that his eyes were red-rimmed. Neytiri then realized that she was not the only one grieving Jake's loss. Neytiri finally found words but her voice came out slightly strangled and broken.

"Odo, what are you doing here?" A look of pain flashed across Odo'khal's eyes as she called him by Jake's nickname for him.

Upon first meeting Jake, Odo'khal had told the dreamwalker his name one day when they were practicing climbing together. They had been both having trouble, Jake because he was awkward and unused to his new body, while Odo'khal was simply too big to move through the thick branches. When Jake had heard Odo'khal's name, Jake looked at him in confusion. Odo'khal had understood and repeated his name, but received the same look of confusion. He repeated his name for a third time, and Jake had sighed, shrugged his shoulders and said "Odo".

Odo'khal had been about to protest, when Jake had interrupted him and motioned for him to come closer. Odo'khal bent down to Jake's level. "Man, this climbing practice is bullshit, I see a cooking fire over there, let's go see if they have any fresh yerik legs, I'm starving." He had smiled at Jake's words and they began to walk over to the fire, when a harsh voice had descended out of Hometree.

"Jake, you skxawng! Did I say you could stop climbing?!" Jake stopped in his tracks and his head hung low

"Shit" he muttered under his breath.

Neytiri's angry form descended from the lower boughs of Hometree and she strode quickly across to where JaKe and Odo'khal stood. Jake saw her coming and held up his hands in a placating, calming gesture. Odo'khal had winced, even with his size, he knew Princess Neytiri to be a veritable ball of seething rage at times.

"C'mon Neytiri, we were just taking a little break, just to get some food. No harm done, right?" Jake's words only angered Neytiri more, as they seemed to her the wheedling and pleading of a mewling child. She whipped her bow from where it was strung across her back and began to lightly whip Jake in the back with it, his yelps of pain humorous to those watching the scene.

"Skxawng, get back up that tree! You can't be taking a break from your work, if you have actually made no progress in it!" Jake had taken off and begun to climb at a rate of speed Odo'khal wouldn't have thought possible considering Jake's apparent awkwardness. Jake had merely shouted over his shoulder as he began to climb.

"Im goin' already, put that whip away. I'll meet you at the ikran roost in twenty minutes……..oh shit you don't know what a minute is, do you? Damn." Both Neytiri and Odo'khal had stared at him in confusion. "Nevermind, I'll be there shortly, even though I'm sure you will catch up to me and beat me there. Oh well." Jake had stopped climbing and looked over his shoulder. "Hey Odo, I'll see you later, man."

At hearing the nickname, Neytiri had looked at Odo'khal questioningly. Odo'khal merely shook his head "Jake can't get my name right, so he shortened it I guess to make it easier to remember. It makes sense. He is trying to learn an entirely new tongue, while memorizing everyone's names. I'll let it pass."

Neytiri merely nodded and then made a gesture of farewell and then took off up the trunk off Hometree after Jake.

"Odo…?" Odo'khal was moved from his reverie by Neytiri's broken, questioning tone. He realized he had looked away, into the trees. He looked back up at her.

"Princess Neytiri, you should come down and come back to Hometree, it is getting late, and you know the most predators are out at first nightfall." He held out his hand and waved it in a motion for her to come down. "And…" Odo'khal began, unsure of whether to continue, but he knew it had to be said. "You must come get some rest, it will be a long journey back to Old Hometree tomorrow, you will need all of your strength for it when we lay…." Odo'khal looked down at his feet, unable to say anymore.

Unfortunately, Neytiri knew exactly what he was talking about. Tomorrow they would fly Jake's body back to Old Hometree for him to be buried beside her father.

Neytiri turned her eyes back up and took in the gathering darkness, the time right before the forest lit up with its radiant bioluminescence. A few silent tears escaped her eyes and she sighed heavily before moving to leap down to the next branch below her.

Odo'khal stepped aside and cleared a space for to land when she jumped down. She leapt from a low branch to the ground with ease. Her body could still guide her through her forest home while her mind was elsewhere, lost in the realms of grief and sorrow. She wobbled slightly as she landed on the ground. Odo'khal gently grabbed her arm to steady her.

Neytiri looked up into Odo'khal's giant green eyes. They saw the grief in each other's eyes. One had lost a friend, one had lost her life. Neytiri looked at him questioningly.

"Odo, you still didn't tell me why you came?" Odo'khal looked up into the branches of the trees far above and a sigh escaped his cavernous chest before he looked back down at her.

"Neytiri, Jake was my true friend. Even though me and you grew up together, me and Jake trained together, when he wasn't with you. Though I am one of the People, Jake never looked at me any different because of my stature, he just considered me a friend right from the beginning. Jake and I became taronyu together. Jake trusted me as no one else has, he was a true friend, and now he is gone." Odo'khal took another enormous breath and then let out another sigh before continuing.

"So, I must honor his memory and make sure that the two things he valued most in this world" He gestured to Neytiri. "His mate and his unborn child, never come to any harm, while I have strength left in my limbs and breath in my body." Neytiri looked up at Odo'khal with sadness, but a slight nod of her head sent a silent "thank you" to him, and they both understood.

Odo'khal merely bowed and held his massive arm up in the direction back to Hometree, indicating that she should go first. Neytiri began to walk back, Odo'khal several paces behind her.

They walked back in silence, both surrendering their thoughts to the impending darkness that descended upon the forest. Around them, the forest began to light up with the radiant glow of all the plant life. Neytiri let a small smile slip as she reminisced on how Jake had never ceased to be amazed by it every night. Odo'khal's voice interrupted her thoughts as it came booming from behind her.

"You know, Princess Neytiri, I've never told this to another person before, as Jake had feared it would be considered unceremonial or out of place, but he let me ride with him on the toruk once."

Neytiri stopped in her tracks, and whipped around, her face still lined with grief but clearly Odo'khal's proclamation had surprised her, and it showed. She opened her mouth to question him, only a few words falling from her astonished lips.

"What? How…..?" Odo'khal merely chuckled at her response.

"Well, as you know, I am one of the few taronyu in Omaticaya history who have never bonded with an ikran, simply because there is no ikran big enough to carry me." Odo'khal gestured his hands out in a wide gesture, trying to convey the size an ikran would need to be to carry his massive bulk into the skies. Neytiri nodded, remembering the controversy well.

Moat had sympathized with Odo'khal and had comforted him, telling him semi-jokingly that maybe he would be next Toruk Makto, just because of his size. Odo'khal, being the good-natured giant that he was, had merely laughed uproariously at her joke. Odo'khal began to walk again, and Neytiri followed. He continued.

"Well, when Jake became Toruk Makto, the day after the victory celebration, right before he let the toruk go, he bade me climb up on its back with him." Neytiri, looking slightly puzzled at the image of Jake, in tsayhalu with the toruk, and the giant, Odo'khal holding onto whatever he could as they soared through the skies.

"Nobody saw us." He supplied, seeing her look of confusion. "Once again, Jake provided me with an opportunity I would not have had otherwise. I had never known what it was like to fly, but because of Jake, I know what it was like to ride on the mighty toruk."

Odo'khal gently wiped a hand across his eyes, wiping away a lonely tear that had escaped. Neytiri looked away, a slight smile playing on her lips. For all his brute strength and massive size, Odo'khal had a heart as soft as moss.

They continued to walk in silence. As they walked, Neytiri turned to Odo'khal. He looked at her. "Thank you, Odo, for telling me that story about Jake." Odo'khal nodded at her, as they continued to walk. "That story showed how much my Jake affected all of us in the short time that he was with us." Neytiri looked down at the ground as she walked. Odo'khal merely looked ahead and they continued to walk in silence.

Soon, they entered the clearing at the edge of the forest and they saw the flames of the cooking fires. Many Omaticaya were away from the fires and gathered around the stone altar, where Jake's body still lay. A cloth had been laid under his body, and in the morning, the cloth would be tied around him, to protect his body for the flight back to Old Hometree.

Neytiri spots her mother and Tsu'tey sitting at a cooking fire off to the side of the crowd, their faces illuminated in the dancing light of the flames. Neytiri moves towards their fire and vaguely notices that Odo'khal follows her. She turns to face him, but Odo'khal merely waves his hand forward, gesturing for her to keep walking. "Tsahik will want to see you about tomorrow, you must go speak with her."

Neytiri turned and walked the rest of the way over to the cooking fire. She took a seat at the fire opposite of Moat and Tsu'tey. Moat's eyes glimmered with unshed tears, while Tsu'tey's eyes betrayed no emotion at all. Neytiri stared ahead, her eyes never flickering between the two. Moat gave a small sigh and began to speak

"My daughter, nothing I can say will ease the pain of what has happened today. Nothing I can do will change that. I only wish to help you through your sorrow and grief, as someone who has experienced your pain themselves." Neytiri's eyes flicked to her mothers, a bubble of realization building inside of her. She had been too consumed in her own grief to realize her mother knew all too well what she was feeling, as they had lost Eytukan during the battle.

Neytiri's eyes softened as she looked upon her mother, and in that moment, their grief was shared and they both took on each other's sorrowful burdens. Moat put her hands up, gesturing to the sky above as she spoke.

"My daughter, though Jake may now rest in Eywa's embrace, with my Eytukan, you have parts of him in you." Neytiri looked slightly confused by this, and Moat continued. "Jake, as your mate, will have put a part of himself in you, in your mind, through tsayhalu, and it will remain with you for the rest of your life."

Without thinking, Neytiri reached behind her and fondled her braid, her thoughts turning to the feelings Jake gave her in the times they made tsayhalu. Moat was right; she could hear Jake's voice in her mind, telling her what to do, as if it was his own intuition.

Moat noted her daughter's look of concentration and was relieved to see some sort of small smile form on her features. Then Neytiri put her hands on her stomach, and rubbed them in small circles. She looked up at her mother.

"Mother, I think you are right, and I hope this child looks more like Jake, so that it will remind me every day of him. I know I will never heal from this, but I thank you for your wise words." Moat stands and moves to embrace her daughter.

Odo'khal notices this and stands. He reaches out and grabs Tsu'tey by the arm and lifts him up bodily. Tsu'tey lightly protests but Odo'khal cuts across him. "Come Tsu'tey we will go get something to eat."

Neytiri stood and embraced her mother, both of them breaking into silent years and they shared their grief with each other. They stood like that for several minutes. As they pulled apart, Moat puts her hands on her daughters cheeks. "I'm so sorry daughter, Jakesully was a good man, and a mighty warrior."

Neytiri's lip trembled at her mother's words. Moat continued. "He would have made an excellent and loving father." Neytiri silently nodded.

Moat grabbed Neytiri's upper arm and started to walk away from the fire, trying to get Neytiri to follow her. Neytiri resisted and when her mother turned to look at her, she shook her head. Moat started to protest, but then stopped and nodded. Moat let go of Neytiri's arm and walked off.

Neytiri stood by the fire for some time, staring into the flames, and then as the night wore on, the flames became dying embers, and the lights of the forest began to overtake the clearing. Neytiri turned to look at the clearing.

She hadn't noticed the crowd surrounding the altar had vanished and the camp was silent. Neytiri turned and strode over to the altar. She took her hand and ran it the length of Jake's side and she walked the length of the altar. Then she turned around and walked back until she was looking down at his face. She took a hand a brushed the pad of her thumb across his cheek.

Neytiri then climbed up onto the altar and positioned herself against Jake's side, his cold body causing her to shudder as it came into contact with her warm body. His body was not completely devoid of warmth though. It was not the stone cold feel of the long dead. Some energy still remained in his lifeless form. She could tell from her time with her mother, training to be Tsahik, where she had seen and worked with many deceased Na'vi, especially after the battle.

This thought caused Neytiri to wonder. What if……….no it was impossible, but….if…..she formed tsayhalu with Jake now, what would happen? Would she feel anything? Would there be shrouds of memory? Sensations?

Neytiri reached behind her with one hand for her braid and then reached for Jake's before she stopped herself and she realizes that she must face the fact that Jake is truly gone and that trying to form tsayhalu will only cause her more pain. A few tears escaped her eyes as she caressed Jake's cheek.

"My Jake, I miss you so, so much."

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A/N:Hope you guys liked it. Ive gotten a couple of reviews about how brutal and sad this story is, and yeah right now it is, but keep reading. Thats all im going to say, things might change, take an unexpected turn you know? Anway, thanks for reading and review please! It makes me a better writer.