DAMN! It's been a while since I last updated this, and to be fair, I wasn't really interested in continuing this because I'm lazy as fuck but then AngelaLeeHarden got a small group together (six to eight people on this website I don't remember) and proposed that there needed to be more JETKO so I thought 'damn she's right' and here I am. I know ISIL is working on her stories, Angela may be starting another one soon, her friend (Something-Beautiful-To-Say) may start one, and yeah :-P. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.

FIRE BURNING

Feeling sticky from whatever alcoholic beverage Zhao had poured on him, Zuko felt dread beginning to pool within the pit of his stomach as they were roughly escorted down a plain brick hall, he wasn't ready to face his father just yet, in fact, he was in no condition to face his father, his eyes stung and he could do no more than squint. Maybe going back to Zhao was the lesser evil of his limited options, but what would happen to Jet? Why did he care? If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been caught and Zuko would be sticky-free and NOT smell like a distillery.

'Fuck my life.' Zuko thought bitterly.

The group came to a stop in front of two large stone doors, the pit in his stomach worsened, he shifted a little in hopes to at least feel like he had a bit of control, but the stone cuffs chafing his wrists said otherwise. The doors opened to reveal a large, stony room with a throne like chair at the opposite end of the room, the room had pillars and a lot of Fire Nation colors, the room lit by sconces.

All of it made Jet feel like he was entering some sort of medieval dungeon or they were going to be fed to sabertooth-moose-lions like in the old days where it was used for sport; looking to Zuko and the stiff gait he walked with, Jet knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

"What's going on?" an ominous voice demanded, Jet noted the men straighten their stances.

"The prisoners were trying to escape, sir!"

Jet watched as a man walked out from behind a pillar, his suit was a dark crimson, eerily similar to the color of blood, his features were sharp and his eyes cold, his dress shoes impeccably polished. This was Ozai, Zuko's dad. He felt a shiver run through his body as the man's eyes ran over him only to land on Zuko who remain glaring at the stone floor beneath him, jaws clenched and body taut as if he were preparing himself for some sort of attack. Maybe he should do the same.

"Were they now?" his voice held no warmth, no emotion, he began walking towards them, the click of his dress shoes the only sound in the entire room, Jet tried not to shift or flinch. The man stood in front of Zuko, less than an inch away. "Is this true?"

"Yes sir-,"

"I wasn't addressing you." Ozai snarled, glaring at the man who spoke up, he grabbed Zuko's jaw, forcing the teen to look at him, "Is. This. True?"

"Yes." Zuko growled out.

The cold hearted man made an angry sneer and before Jet could blink, Zuko was hit in the gut, the boy doubling over in pain.

"Get up!"

Coughing, Zuko shakily got to his knees, eyes glaring at the stone floor, he couldn't get much farther than that when Ozai practically kicked him in the jaw, the force sending the younger firebender falling on his side. The man began delivering several savage kicks to the vulnerable boy's abdomen, each kick eliciting a sharp gasp or cough.

"Stop it!" Jet snapped, he only took a step before someone kicked the back of his knee, causing him to buckle and fall on his ass, he only had time to glare at the men behind him when a voice captured his attention.

"And who are you to order me in such a tone?" Ozai frowned,

"Jet." Jet glared,

Ozai turned his attention to Zuko, "And who is this trash to you?"

"He's-," a shaky cough, "He's NOTHING to me."

"Should I believe you?" Ozai narrowed his eyes, "You're nothing but a traitor and a liar. Just like your mother."

"I NEVER lied to you!" Zuko snarled, now on his knees with a fire in his eyes, "And mother never did either! She wouldn't have left if it weren't for you! She didn't betray you! You DROVE her away!"

SMACK!

Jet couldn't help the cringe that came with the sound. Obviously the family was fucked up beyond all reason; maybe he should have kept his mouth quiet.

"Get them out of my sight!" Ozai roared,

Monotonous voices were all Jet heard before his world went black.

Sorry this is short and crappy but the next chapter will be better and longer (lol perversion) I promise :D.