To quote the greatest robot ever, "I'm back baby!" Same as the old disclaimer! I won nothing! No profiting here! Some OC-ness! Aang will eventually make another appearance, though I am not sure how I want that part to go! This chapter is mainly about Azula and Jet. This ending scene i had to take from 10things i hate about you, simply because it is totally Jet. I do not own said scene, i merely enjoy it like the rest of the world! Reviews and helpful suggestions are greatly appreciated. I can't help to stress the word HELPFUL! any flames will be ignored. thanks!*

Jet sighed into his sundae. It had been a week since his lovely 'Zula had called him and told him she never wanted to see him again. 'Not that she hasn't done this before, just this time seems different. Her voice was sharp and hurtful. It's like she is trying to hide something from me...' Jet was pulled from his musings when his best buddy Zuko walked in. He didn't look happy, but Jet had known Zuko long enough to know that was his default mood. Zuko sat across from him heavily. Jet gulped slightly, the look Zuko was giving him wasn't comforting. "Hey buddy..." Zuko snorted slightly. "Jet... I know you and my sister have been shacking up."

Jet felt all the wind leave him, it wasn't like they were trying to hide it. Just Zuko was protective of his sister, and Jet rather liked his man parts still attached. "Zuko buddy, let me explain..." Jet pleaded but Zuko silence him with a raised hand.

"I'm not angry any more Jet. There is no time for anger, Azula is about to make the worlds biggest mistake and I believe you are the only one who can stop her." Jet felt tense as he asked, "whats happened?" Zuko sighed and shook his head, "I can't tell you all of it. But what I can tell you is she has decided to get married to that tool Chan as my father wished her to do. At least now I know why she'd avoided it all this time." Jet felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. He allowed his head to sink down to hide the tears brimming behind his eyes. "Well if that's what she wants, who am I to stop her..." Zuko growled and launched forward to grab Jet's collar.

"The man who loves her! She doesn't want this Jet. She just doesn't want to take the risk of being with you. I know my sister, if something doesn't fit into the life our father has planed she wont go for it, even if its something she wants." Jet croaked out, "when is this shindig?" Zuko released his breath and Jets collar. "They plan to go to the court house Friday. Tomorrow Azula's soccer league has practice... I think if you make it big enough, she'll come to her senses." Jet quirked his head, "make what big enough?" Zuko smiled and handed Jet a piece of paper from his coat pocket, "your declaration of love."

The setting sun of the afternoon made the field warm and humid. Azula felt sweat rolling down her brow as she and her team ran drills. Coach had said this would be her last practice till the baby was born. 'The baby...' Azula thought to herself. 'Mine and Jets'. Why can't I just tell him? Because he would want to sweep me off my feet and take me away. He'd want to buy a house and get a normal 9-5 job... okay 10-4 he is a lazy ass. I could never do that to him, he'd resent me for it. Chan is... well an asshole but he has connections and money. And father wouldn't question me being pregnant after the wedding...' Azula shuttered at the thought of her father, even she knew he was an evil man.

It's just Zuko who brought out the rage in him. Azula always did as she was told and she managed to escape his wrath. At first that was the reason Jet was so irresistible. He was everything her father was against. Azula knew the real reason she refuse Jet's emotional advances, she was protecting him from her father. Her father was still a sick man, he laid marks on his own son. Azula couldn't even imagine what he would do to her beloved Jet. Azula bumped into Ty Lee who was just standing there like and idiot. "Ty Lee what are you...?" Azula began but Ty Lee shushed her. That is when Azula noticed Everyone had stopped running their drills. A smooth voices was being projected off the PA. "'Zula my love, I know you said you never wanted to see me again. But I can't stand by and let you belong to another man." The whole team was staring at her, and Azula felt her cheeks darken. 'What dose that sweet knuckle head think he's doing!'

Jet walked out of the main tech building atop of the bleachers. He wore his traditional burnt orange tee shirt with black leather pants and black leather boots. He held the mic up to his lips. "Even if you beat the tar out of me for this, which I am sure you will..." he paused to let the audience that had gathered other than the soccer team giggle. "...but as long as I can call you mine, its worth it."

'You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like Heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you....'He nodded to his left and all of a sudden the marching band came forward playing in full force.

'I love you, baby,
And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby,
To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby.
Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby,
Don't bring me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby.
Let me love you. ' All the while he was singing, Jet seemed to dance around like a fool. All the crowd oohed and awed at him. Even while Jet tried to dodge security. Azula felt her heart swell till it seemed to want to burst. No one had ever embarrassed her like this, even if it was the sweetest thing ever. She hadn't even noticed she was running after them till she reached the outside of the field gates. The guards tossed Jet out to the curb like a sac of potatoes. Jet groaned and turned to see her standing there, a neutral look on her face. This could go either way.

"So I take it you liked the song," Jet asked as he wiped what he hoped was mud off his arm. "Why?" she asked, Jet could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Why couldn't you just let me go?" Jet stood and swatted away the dirt on his clothing. "Cause 'Zula. I love you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to keep you...I do get to keep you right?" Finally Azula let the tears she'd been holding back loose. "Yes! You stupid, stupid man, yes!" She ran into his embrace. He smiled as he held her close to him, "we'll have to work on the pet names. But 'Zula I promise you. We will work." Azula nodded into his chest.

Her father be damned. Azula's mother had always said, "marry for love my dear, and your life will be rich." She felt Jet's callused hand wipe away the tears from her eyes. She knew she had to tell him, now. Azula took in a breath, "Jet?" He smiled in response. "Jet...I'm pregnant." Time seemed to halt. Azula felt herself start to hyperventilate as she waited for her lover to take in the news. "H-how long?" Jet asked, he seemed shaken. "I've only known a week." Azula responded. "I'm so sorry." Jet shook his head, "that doesn't matter anymore baby. He-he I have two baby's now." Azula cuffed his head. "What I mean is 'Zula, its me and you. All the way."

"But what about your business? The rust bucket? Your life style?" Azula hiccuped. Jet moved away from her but kept his arm around her shoulder's. "I don't mind settling down baby-girl. Open up my own shop, take in a few newbie's anxious to get into the trade. As long as I have you, I'll be happy." Azula cuddled into Jet's shoulder as they walked. "I have a doctors appointment in about an hour and a half, to make sure I'm really pregnant." Jet smiled and gave her a squeeze, "wouldn't miss it babe."

*My pro's called, they told me their having a baby. I said duh honey I was there! Thank you to all who still support this wakey thing i call Pro's soup.*