AN: I am sorry about the late update. I had been sick and thought I had to be admitted to the hospital on Friday; but I wasn't. I am fine now so now worries. :)

As always I do not own A:TLA, Mike and Bryan do. I only own Hannah, Rosie, Chase and any other oc's that I create.

Enjoy! :D

The next few days Hannah seemed to be in a blur. She would go through the motions of her daily routine but always in the back of her mind would be the lingering thought about her being a firebender.

She still wasn't one hundred percent certain she fully understood the whole bending thing in the first place. All that she knew was the the Firebenders were supposed to be evil. But did that make her evil?

She couldn't be evil. She was always the quiet one. She was no goody goody two shoes, more like the one who would just sit in the background lost in her own little world minding her own business.

After another long day of training Hannah slumped back to her room. She collapsed on her bed feeling so overwhelmed with confusion and secrets.

"What am I supposed to do Rosie?" Hannah muffled into her pillow. Rosie whined and stuck her cold wet nose into Hannah's neck sensing her master's distress.

Hannah sat up and made sure he curtains were closed and let a small ember erupt from her palm. She didn't know what to think. She had tried to ignore it. Pretend that it never happened but as she watched the small ember dance in her palm it just felt so...so...right.

The fire was apart of her. Even with her limited knowledge of the whole bending thing she knew enough that a bender was apart of their element.

She would ignore it as much as she could, but she could feel the fire calling to her. Eat away at her until she could take it no longer and she would light up her hands. She never dared go farther than just have the fire flicker in her hand. After accidentally setting her blanket on fire she was to afraid what would happen if she caught something else on fire and then couldn't get it put out.

But still, as much as she wanted to ignore her bending ability she couldn't help but want to explore it more. I mean it's not exactly a normal thing for people to shoot fire from their hands. Well it might be here but certainly not in San Fransisco. She wanted to see how big she could make the fire, how she could control it.

"What do you think girl?" Hannah asked as she extinguished the flames and then petted her dog. Rosie just looked at her then yawned as she walked over to the corner and fell asleep.

"Well your a lot of help." Hannah let out an exasperated sigh as she threw herself back against the pillow, but hit her head on the headboard when she was aiming for her pillow.

"Five minutes! That's all I ask! Five minutes without getting a concussion!" Hannah snapped at no one as she rubbed the back of her now throbbing head. She carefully leaned her head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Thinking about what to do.

"Firebenders are supposed to be bad right?" she thought. "But are ALL of them bad? I mean surely there must be a few good firebenders out there. Right?"

The more Hannah thought about it, the more she began to realize something. She might be right. Not all firebenders had to be bad. Perhaps maybe the majority of them were but not every single one of them. Just like good people there are bad people. What makes a person be classified as "good" or "bad" was not based upon religion, or race, or culture, but by the individual person's actions. Why can't the same be said about benders?

"What benders choose to do with their power is what makes them good guys or bad guys, Not the elements that they bend." Hannah sat up in bed with a new found determination.

"I'll do it."

A couple of hours later as the sun was about to go down, Hannah walked out of her tree house, Rosie following close behind.

"Hey!"

Hannah jumped slightly at the voice and turned around to see Jet hanging upside down Spiderman style from the tree branches.

"Will you stop sneaking up behind me?"

"But it's fun to see you jump." Jet smirked. Hannah scowled but broke out into a playful smirk as she pushed on Jet's chest, causing him to lose his grip on his hook swords which were supporting him to the branch and he fell face first on the floor.

All the Freedom Fighters who witnessed the incident started to laugh loudly; all except for Chase who rolled his eyes and went back to wittling.

"What was that for?" Jet asked as he pushed himself back to his feet.

"Because it's fun to watch you fall flat on your face." Hannah smirked as she handed the leader his hook swords which had fallen out of the tree with him.

"Alright. Alright you got me." Jet said as he snatched the swords from the red head's hand. "So where you off to?"

"Just going to take Rosie for a walk."

Jet seemed to stiffen slightly. "By yourself?"

"No, Rosie will be with me." Hannah answered, hoping that Jet wouldn't make a big deal about this. She certainly couldn't have a Freedom Fighter with her as she went to experiment with her bending.

"You know what I meant." Jet said crossing his arms.

"You worry to much." Hannah scoffed as she started to leave.

"Just don't go to far!" Jet called after her. "I don't like anyone being out by themselves outside the hide out after dark!"

"I'll be fine." Hannah called nonchalantly waving her hand in a dismissive matter. Jet couldn't help but smile slightly as he watched his friend walk over to the platform and then started to lower both herself and the dog to the ground below. He had to admit, in the month since they had known each other, Jet had come to grow a soft spot for the stubborn red headed klutzy dancer.

"Jet and Hannah sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Jet's eyes grew huge and he jumped back and looked down and saw The Duke and Mordeci gagging while Lili giggled having been the one who was singing.

"GET BACK TO WORK!" Jet ordered his face bright red. The little kids giggled and ran off, but not before yelling "Jet's got a girlfriend!" as loud as they could as they ran off before the leader could grab them.

"SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" Jet shouted after them. He turned around boiling mad only to notice a smirking Longshot standing behind him with his arms crossed.

"Shutup Longshot!" Jet snapped as he hurried off. Longshot just continued to smirk and shook his head as he continued on his way.

Hannah and Rosie wandered far enough away from the hideout so that no body would catch any glimpse of fire or smoke.

"Stay there Rosie." Hannah ordered as the dog sat by the trees. Hannah wandered out into the middle of a clearing, making sure that Rosie was a safe distance away. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

She let her body relax and she could feel her hands start to heat up. She was not sure if there was a different way to "summon" her fire but Hannah had discovered that if she thought about things that made her angry or upset then her fire would expose itself.

She opened her sky blue eyes not realizing she had closed them as her hands were once again aflame. She put one hand out but left the other aflame. She stared at the fire as she tried to figure out what to do.

She moved her hand forward like she was about to throw it but the fire sizzled out and fell to the ground.

"Well that went well." Hannah sighed sarcastically. Rosie make a slight coughing sound as if she was trying to hold back a laugh.

"Laugh all you want Rosie, but I WILL get this!" Hannah snapped. The Retriever snorted and lay back down again.

Hannah sighed and tried again. A small fire engulfed her hand.

"Now lets try this again shall we?"

Hannah concentrated as hard as she could and the fire started to grow. Hannah smiled and concentrated harder. The fire became hotter and larger in her palm. She felt it dancing in the wind in her palm.

Hannah paniced slightly though when the wind suddenly blew harder and the fire began to wave around crazily. She tried to put it out but the fire seemed to have a mind of it's own. Rosie picked up on Hannah's distress and jumped to her paws but stayed away. The fire kept getting bigger and Hannah couldn't stop it.

"No! No! No! No! No!"

The fire suddenly grew bigger than before and suddenly just exploded. All Hannah was aware of next was the pain. She felt her whole body go up in flames and she screamed so loud, birds flew from their nests. Hannah fell onto the ground and rolled around until the flames died away but that did little to help. She was in severe pain. Everything hurt.

Rosie started barking frantically and then ran back into the woods back to the hideout. How the dog knew how to find the hideout was a mystery but she did. All Rosie knew was that her master was seriously hurt and needed help.

"Hey have either of you seen Hannah?" Jet asked as he approached SmellerBee and Longshot.

"Not since this afternoon." SmellerBee answered as she sharpened a knife. LongShot looked up and looked at the leader.

"She said she was going to take her dog for a walk, but they should have been back by now." Jet said starting to get worried.

"Whats the matter? Jet getting worried about his little girlfriend?" a silky voice purred from above.

"She's not my girlfriend Chase!" Jet seethed turning red. That was the third time today that his pride had taken a hit.

"Could have fooled me." Chase smirked as he looked down at his three comrades. Jet growled and turned away from the loner and back to the archer and knife wielder before him. "Do you think something happened to her?"

"Jet calm down, I'm sure she's just running late. Hannah can take care of herself." SmellerBee said.

"Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!"

Everyone perked their heads up at the noise and Jet let out a silent sigh of relief. He went over to the edge and looked down but only saw Rosie. No Hannah.

"It's Rosie but Hannah's not with her."

"Whatd'ya mean Hannah's not with her?" SmellerBee asked putting her knife away and peeking over. Rosie continued to bark and run back in forth.

"Somethings wrong. Come on!" Jet didn't think twice before he lept over the edge and then landed safely on the ground and then took off after Rosie with LongShot and SmellerBee close behind.

Hannah lay on the ground writhering in pain. Cursing herself for ever trying anything so stupid. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy as the pain increased. She suddenly heard barking in the distance and what sounded like people calling her name. Hannah tried to answer but no words would come. So much pain. He eyes started to close but not before she could make out faint figures of some thing heading her way.

"HANNAH!" everyone shouted in unison as they saw their friend lying on the ground. Everyone picked up the pace, but Jet was the fastest and made it to her first. Bile rose up in the back of his throat as the smell of burnt flesh filled his nose, but he swallowed it and bent down next to Hannah.

"Hannah! Hannah can you hear me? Hannah!" Jet yelled lifting the unconscious girl up.

"What the heck happened!" SmellerBee screeched as she and LongShot ran up both of them gasping as they saw their friend.

"She's been burned!" Jet yelled as he picked up Hannah in his arms. "Keep watch. We gotta get her back to the hide out but those firenation scumbags could still be around." Jet said in a hurry as he somehow managed to climb up a tree with Hannah in his arms. He readjusted her and then jumped from tree to tree as fast as he could.

"Jet wait for us!" SmellerBee yelled as she and Longshot followed suit leaving poor Rosie to run alongside the trees.

"Hold on Hannah." Jet whispered tightening his grip on her.

"We need help!" Jet's voice suddenly called. All the Freedom Fighters that were around looked up from what they were doing as their leader suddenly jumped down from a tree holding something in his arms.

"Somebody get Chase! Hannah's been hurt!" was all he said as he ran to the infirmary.

The Duke and Pipsqueak looked at each other with wide eyes and the Duke scrambled to his feet to get the green clad teen.

Jet stood outside the infirmary leaning against the outside wall. He fought as his eyelids threatened to close. He was not gonna sleep until he found out about Hannah. He didn't care how late at night it was he was going to stay up if it was the last thing he did.

A small snore escaped the teen as he lost his battle with sleep and stood there sleeping when he was suddenly jolted awake by the door smacking him in the face as it opened.

Chase walked out of the infirmary and looked around. He knew Jet was out there but he didn't see him.

"Jet?"

The door slowly started to move and revealed a slightly disoriented Jet who flat out collapsed on the ground.

"Oh brother." Chase sighed as he bent down and picked up the leader by the front of his shirt.

"Snap out of it!" Chase said as he literally slapped sense back into Jet.

"What the heck Chase!" Jet whisper yelled as he rubbed his now sore cheek.

"Hey it worked didn't it?" Chase asked not trying very hard to hide his smirk. Jet just growled and shook his head. "Well how is she?"

Chase just shrugged his shoulders. "She's been burned pretty bad."

Jet felt his blood run cold.

"She'll live if that's what your worried about." Chase snapped. "But she'll probably be knocked out for awhile. Gave her some medicine to help with the pain. And she'll be bedridden for awhile."

Jet sighed and ran a hand through his bushy hair. "Can I see her?"

"What for? She's out cold."

"I just want to check on her okay! As the leader it's my job to check on the troops."

"She's not a troop Jet." Chase said coldly. "She's just a girl."

"Still." Jet argued. Chase rolled his eyes. "If you want to see her then you can but she'll be out for awhile. I'm going to bed." Chase turned around and walked over his tree house. He was tired himself and was looking forward to crawling under his covers and putting the day behind him.

Jet sighed a "What am I going to do with him?" type of sigh, but turned and quietly went into the infirmary. A few small candles flickered and Jet saw Hannah sound asleep on the bed. The light from the candles gave a type of glow to the girls face.

Jet pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards. The only sound to be heard was the sounds of the two teens breathing. He looked at Hannah's sleeping figure and he felt horrible. She was going to be hurting really bad whenever she woke up.

Jet noticed something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head. He got up and picked up the thing and realized that it was the clothes that Hannah had worn that day. They were singed and ruined.. Jet's eye's suddenly widened when he realized something. He was holding Hannah's clothes...but then, did that mean?

Jet quietly tip toed over to the bed and carefully lifted up the blanket and his heart dropped when he saw that Hannah was wrapped up tightly with bandages. Her chest and her arm specifically.

"Oh Hannah." Jet whispered as he lowered the blanket over her. He glanced over at a candle and felt enraged as he stared at the flickering fire.

That horrible, horrible element. Fire had caused nothing but destruction and turmoil and now it had almost taken his friend from him, just like it had his parents.

Jet sighed a defeated sigh and looked back at Hannah. She looked so pretty the way her face glowed from the light of candles.

Jet gently tucked a piece of her firey red hair behind her ear and he tingled as his knuckle accidentally grazed her soft cheek. He blew out the candles and the room was darkened with only the light of the moon peeking in. Hannah looked even more beautiful in the moonlight.

"Good night Hannah." Jet whispered as she tucked her in some more. He sat down and leaned her head against the bed and slowly let his eyes droop closed.

Lots and lots of fluff! EEK! As always please leave a review. Bye!