Anyone know any good music, I've been looking up some songs to help me continue writing ~ I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.

Stepping into the large, crowded cavern, Jet cranes his neck to watch the two earthbenders bend the door shut behind them with an ominous sounding rumbling. It probably shouldn't make him so on edge, but it does, it makes him feel as if he's trapped, as if his freedom has been taken from him. Stuck. Looking around, he sees many other refugees ambling about or simply camping out, and it bothers him at how many people there are, and he wonders if it bothers either Zuko or Iroh with how many lives have been ruined by their Nation. The Nation they ruled, or once ruled as the case may be. Chancing a glance at the two sovereigns, he sees that Iroh has adopted a haunted look in his eyes and Zuko is doing his best not to make eye-contact with anyone, so Jet figures they must feel a little unnerved by it all. Or Iroh is at the very least, since Zuko usually does his best to avoid coming into contact with anyone – other than Jet. He feels so loved.

They take their place in a nearby line when Jet feels someone step in line behind them, their presence doesn't bother him, but it does bother Zuko as the firebender suddenly tenses up even more than he'd already been. He thinks about brushing the backs of their hands together as to calm the Fire Prince, but Zuko is on his right and Jet is pretty sure just the slightest touch would rile his burn and start that stupid pins and needles feel all over again. Letting curiosity get the better of him, Jet casts a surreptitious glance over his shoulder, pretending as though he were looking at the rest of the cavern and manages to get a decent look at the two strangers. Both appear to be male, one taller than the other and both wearing mismatched clothing/armor, the tall one is wearing a bamboo hat with a quiver of arrows strapped to his back and a bow over his shoulder, the smaller one is wearing what appears to be eyeliner with two red smears on their cheeks and a band in their wild, fluffy looking hair – the smaller one doesn't have any noticeable weapon, but Jet knows the kid is armed.

"What're you looking at?" the small one growls irritably.

Jet blinks at the boy's rude attitude before he offers an easy-going smirk, somehow catching Zuko's attention, "Oh nothing, I'm just wondering if one of you is going to stab me in the back and take my place in line."

The boy frowns, "What makes you think we'd do that?"

"You guys are looking pretty dangerous."

The boy snorts, "And you don't?"

"What? These?" Jet asks innocently, eyes wide as his left hand falls upon his shuang gou's handle, "Why these are just for show, I would never hurt a fly!"

"Okay, Hot-Shot," the boy rolls his eyes, an amused smirk on his lips; "I get it. The name's Smellerbee, and this here is Longshot."

"The name's Fan," Jet says without slipping on the name, he gestures towards Zuko who tenses even more, "This is my brother, Li." Zuko glares at him, but he ignores it and starts to introduce Iroh who seems fully interested in meeting new people, unlike his wallflower of a Nephew, "And this is our Uncle, Mushi."

Zuko mutters out a quiet hello while Iroh fully gives the two his attention, "Smellerbee is quite the unusual name for a boy."

Smellerbee frowns instantly, "Maybe because I'm not a boy! I'm a GIRL!"

Ooh – bad call.

"O-oh!" Iroh stammers doing his best to backtrack while the girl glares at him, "I – I mean it's a lovely name for a lovely girl."

"Hey now," Jet starts, plastering a good-natured grin on his face, "Don't take what our Uncle says to heart, me and Li have been wondering for years now when he was going to finally go senile."

"Oh please," the girl snorts, "Like you didn't think I was a boy too."

Jet holds his hands up in the air, "You got me."

Smellerbee snorts at Jet's antics but doesn't do much more than that, as soon as things smooth between Iroh and Smellerbee, Jet begins asking the two of their adventures and how they came to where they are now. It's fascinating to say the least to hear from teens their age that have lived on their own since a very young age, especially when Jet could easily picture himself as someone like these two. Hell, who knows, maybe he would have met these guys and become a leader of sorts for the outcasts, for those that have had a rough life thanks to the Fire Nation – but one look at Zuko and that notion goes flying out the window. Would he have ever met Zuko in another life? And if so, would Zuko even bother with him? But more importantly, would Jet have loved him the same way he does now?

"So, what about you three?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you guys here?"

"Fire Nation," Jet says, he tries to ignore the flinch coming from Zuko, "Same as everyone else."

"Does it have to do with the burns you two have?"

"You hold nothing back, huh?"

"That's none of your business."

Both Jet and Zuko look to one another as they'd spoken at the same time, still looking at Zuko, Jet opens his mouth to speak when Iroh steps in, placing a hand on both boys' shoulders. When they look at him, he gives them, what Jet would call, wise-old-man smile and gives them an encouraging squeeze of the shoulders.

"Perhaps you two should take a little walk; it will do you some good."

"But - ,"

"Okay," Jet smacks his good hand to Zuko's shoulder, "Come on Li, let's see what trouble we can find."

Zuko sighs in a defeated manner and follows after Jet, "Must you?"

After hearing Jet's I must! Iroh turns to the two who are looking at him with quizzical, if not suspicious, stares:

"Forgive me," Iroh starts, "But I've seen those two boys struggle through life due to my brother's hand, and since they have been under my care, I have tried my best to keep them – happy, more or less. And bringing up old and new scars will only rile both brothers as they are very protective of one another."

"Okay, but – they don't look anything alike."

And thus Iroh goes through the tale of the two brothers, keeping the tale as close to the truth of their lives – by the time both Jet and Zuko come back from their little adventure, things are silent, awkwardly so but there is an understanding amongst the group. Once they reach the passport checker and all things are in order, they board the ferry with Jet sending a questioning glance to Zuko who nods subtly before both go their separate ways. Finding himself a nice spot to brood and wait for Jet's rundown of their transportation, glaring into the cup of disgusting gunk they'd handed him and called lunch, he becomes aware of Iroh settling in beside him after having disappeared to Agni knows where.

"After all of these years, I never once thought I would return to the place of my greatest military defeat," he dons a straw hat with a ridiculous flower in the band, "As a tourist ~ !"

"Look around." Zuko hisses, glaring at his Uncle, "We're not tourists – we're refugees."

"Speaking of refugees," Iroh starts before Zuko can take a sip of the sludge in his bowl, "Where is your brother?"

"He's taking a look around the ferry," Zuko says, now debating on whether or not he should chance a sip of the green liquid with questionable looking chunks floating upon the surface, "Making sure we'll be safe for a while."

Iroh sighs in that disappointed sigh of his that grates on Zuko's nerves, "Nephew, we are safe. There is no need for Fan to search for anything that could be a potential hazard to us or the ferry."

"How do you know that?!" Zuko shouts, throwing the bowl of slop into the water out of annoyance, he soon registers the other dirty passengers staring at them, he lets out an annoyed sigh, "If it makes us feel better, then why won't you let us do what we want?"

Iroh sighs again, but his Nephew does have a point, "Very well, just find Fan before he gets into trouble."

"Alright."

Stalking away from his Uncle, Zuko does his best to keep his expression neutral as he scans the various faces upon the boat, he sees those two from earlier, but they're not the one he's looking for, but it's when he's walking along the walkway, a door to his left suddenly opens and something grabs him and pulls him into the dark, cramped space with the door closing before he can see the person who would dare touch him, let alone drag him into some dark closet.

"What do you think - !?"

"Shh-h-h!" comes the hissed response, "Someone might hear you!"

"I don't – Jet?" Zuko frowns into the dark, "What are you doing?"

"Um hiding," Jet snorts, "What else would I be doing?"

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. Yet." Zuko can hear the grin in Jet's voice, "But listen, while I was searching the ferry, I came upon the Captain's kitchen and let me tell you, the food there is a hell-of-a lot better than the slop they fed us."

"You dragged me into a closet just to tell me that?"

"No, there's more – so while I was on my way back to you guys, I thought, what if we liberated some of the good stuff for ourselves, and the rest of the refugees since it'd be pretty weird if we were the only ones eating actual food."

Zuko sighs, "How good was the food?"

"The kind only a fat, happy king would enjoy."

Silence.

"Alright, but if we're to get enough food for every single one of the refugees, don't you think we should have someone on watch to give us a heads up if a guard is, I don't know, coming our way?"

"This is exactly why I was thinking of recruiting both Smellerbee and Longshot for this crazy little quest of ours."

"Can we even trust them?"

"They're refugees, and by the sound of it, they haven't had a decent meal in ages. Of course we can."

"Okay, but if something goes wrong and we get caught. I'm blaming everything on you."

"Aw Babe," Jet grins, resting his forehead against Zuko's, "I'd hug you right now if it didn't hurt like hell."

"Then it's a good thing you can't."

"Fuck it. You asked for it, I'm hugging you."

Zuko instantly backpedals, but he can only go so far before his back is pressed up against the wall, "Jet, don't you dare!"

"I'm sorry, but who is this Jet you speak of ~ ?"

"Jet!"

"Fine." Jet huffs before he places his good hand against the wall next to Zuko's head, he leans forward, "If you won't let me hug you, then how about we do something else instead ~ ?"

Zuko blushes, "Jet – we're supposed to be brothers."

"Spirits Zuko, it's not like we're actually brothers." Jet rolls his eyes, pushing off the wall and resting his back against the opposite wall, "Besides, I enjoy watching you ride me."

"I hate you."

A crooked grin crosses his mouth as he slides down the wall until he's seated comfortably upon the floor, before him, he can hear Zuko's clothing rustle before he feels the firebender's presence near him, over his lap to be exact as Zuko is now reaching into Jet's pants.

"Y'know – if you hated me," Jet breathes as Zuko spits into his palm and lubes Jet's arousal, "You wouldn't be doing this."

"Just shut up."

oOo

"So what do you guys think?"

"If it gets all of us better food, then we're in."

"Great ~ !" Jet beams at both Smellerbee and Longshot, "I knew I could count on you guys ~ !"

For Zuko, the I'm right and you're wrong smirk sent his way by Jet was a little too much, so doing his best, he tries to ignore the silent challenge and listens in on the plan they'd made in the closet with the two giving their own input, or in Longshot's case, his own silent changes. Once everything is set and everyone knows their parts, the four set off once night falls. Looking around the corner, Zuko does a quick sweep of the platform before turning to Jet and Smellerbee and nodding, their footsteps are silent, even Smellerbee's, although not on the same level as Jet's. Hearing Jet force the lock is the only sound made before the two boy slip into the kitchen – and true to Jet's word, the food is a lot better than the scraps they'd been fed at dinner. Stacking the bowls together with his swords and tying them off, Zuko looks up in time to see Jet staring at him with a crooked smirk before he mouths show off, Zuko feels the intense urge to stick his tongue out at Jet.

"Guard's coming!"

Quietly running out of the room with their spoils, they stand near the railing of the platform where an arrow embeds itself upon the railing, sending their packs down with them following shortly after, they escape with a successful heist – after sending Zuko away to sit with Iroh, Jet hands out the rest of the food on his own. A part of him enjoying the thanks he gets, it feels nice, helping others out. Storing the burlap bag away, he returns to sit beside his brother and indulges both Smellerbee and Longshot of how he'd come across the food in the Captain's kitchen.

As the lights go out and Jet is sure everyone is asleep, he scoots his way closer to Zuko and snuggles up behind the firebender who turns around and places a ginger kiss upon his lips:

"It was nice, y'know."

"What was?"

"Helping these people."

"I guess."

"Oh Li, you have much to learn."

This time Zuko does stick his tongue out at Jet.

Just so you know, what they did in the closet was rushed :I