Jet looked at where Jin sat, asleep against the edge of her chair. Smellerbee did not say anything as Jet entered the room. Katara was a thousand miles away, thinking Jet was dead. The three seemed so distant.
He sat down in his seat again, Jin merely inches away.
He began to wonder about the strangest of things, things that a Freedom Fighter like Jet would not usual be thinking about. He imagined what children with Jin would look like. He imagined a young girl about four years old with her hair falling in curls around her face, and big brown eyes that took over her expression. She sat on the shoulders of a boy about 17, obviously her older brother. He had Jet's hair, but clearly had Jin's eyes, just like the young girl on his shoulders. Another boy about the age of 12 stood beside them, his hair shorter and spiked up slightly, instead with Jet's eyes. Smaller then Jin's, but they were still brown like his brother and mom's.
Slowly, his thoughts crossed over to Katara and his children, if they were to ever have any. He could only imagine one. He imagined a young girl that was 14 years old. She looked just like Katara, and the same sort of lonely expression deep in her eyes as Katara always seemed to have.
He began to imagine what a child with Smellerbee would look like, but the baby boy he had imagined was so ugly, he had to stop thinking about it for fear of laughing out loud. The baby was bald, and had small brown eyes that seemed to be consumed by the large forehead the baby had. The baby had a fat nose, and small, pale red lips.
He couldn't figure out which he adored more, the family he had imagined with Jin, or the beautiful daughter with Katara. He decided to stop thinking about kids.
He tried to imagine what life would be like with Smellerbee. No matter where he imagined her, she seemed sad.
She is meant to be with Longshot, he thought sadly.
He tried to imagine life with Katara. She seemed happy enough, but they never settled down in his imagination. They were travelling the world, never spending more then a week in one city. He could tell just by imagining it for a few minutes that he would not be happy travelling forever.
When he began to think of his life with Jin, if he spent it with her, he couldn't. It seemed like he just could not imagine it. As though, it would've been too unbelievable. It seemed none of the three futures seemed too happy and clear.
Suddenly, Jin snapped him from his dazed dreams with a yawn. He had been half asleep, and probably dreaming all of the things he had been imagining. "Good morning sunshine," Jet said with a laugh. She smiled. "I didn't sleep that long did I?" He shook it head. "Only a few hours." She frowned slightly. "A few hours? Is Kilo..." Jet took the hidden meaning behind the unfinished question and nodded. "She's still here," he said quietly, looking down at his empty hands. She put a hand on his cheek, turning his face back towards hers.
"It's not your fault," she whispered. Jet smiled softly. Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips against hers. They were both sideways, and only half of his lips touched hers, but she grinned anyways.
She laid her head on his shoulder, smile dancing on her soft pink lips. They stared quietly into each others eyes, like the cliche love portrayed on stage. He kissed her once more, unable to stop himself once more. She sat up and kissed him again, the third one longer then the others.
"Jet?" She whispered.
"What?" He replied, whispering as well.
"Please, stay here with me. Don't leave after Kilo passes away."
Jet looked down at the floor without replying.
Author's Note: Well then.............
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