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Promtp: crumble (numero 22)

Pairing: Smellershot (Longerbee)

Rating: K+ ish.

Spoilers/Warning: Lake Laogai/character death

Possum Chicken Soup for the Longerbee Soul

by TwiggyBlack

Original prompts by 64damnprompts on LJ. Thanks.

Part Three - Falling

Smellerbee sank down on her knees next to his body. Jet's. It was no longer 'Jet' anymore, it was a body. That was what the high man, the leader, had sunk to. Just an average anybody. She waited until the Avatar and his friends had left before she cried. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and then she just sat. She was shocked, angry, ready to kill the insolent fool that had brought her leader down.

A hand on her shoulder.

She had nearly forgotten about him, Longshot, standing next to her. With Jet gone, it seemed that all that was left was empty space. No room for anyone. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Longshot. He would remind her of Jet, she new, not in the similarities but the differences. She swatted Longshot's hand away, and didn't look to see his surprised expression. They were both indescribably lost.

Whipping around, she faced Longshot, anger brimming and boiling behind her eyes. She tried to hide it, but Longshot knew she was very, very afraid. But, as Smellerbee always did, she hid behind her anger, and began to yell. Senseless things, about Jet, about Longshot, about everything that had gone wrong. She blamed Longshot. She blamed Jet. She blamed herself. What was she to do?

Through it all, Longshot remained passive, and Smellerbee hated him for it. She yelled some more at him, standing up, anger rising, and he followed her. She stomped and screamed, unaware of what she was doing. For the first time in her life, Smellerbee was letting out her true feelings, as mixed and bottled as they were. Her face red, her breath heavy, she pounded on Longshot's chest in anguish and anger, and he stood it through. While she cursed and yelled and seethed, Longshot stood and acted as her punching bag, ready for whatever blow she gave and never faltering. Like Jet, when she had tried to wake him up, Longshot remained still. He let her beat on him and hurt him without attempting in the slightest to stop her.

Neither noticed when the pounding turned to frantic hugging, the need to feel someone else. She was hanging on to him like he would disappear in a heartbeat, and he slowly returned the gesture. Together, they sank to the floor, next to Jet, and mourned the loss of their noble friend with crumbling hope life would never be right again.

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