Disclaimer: I do not own Bionicle or any material related to Greg Farshtey or Lego in any way or form.
A/N: Oh, I just had to include this scene as an epilogue of sorts. After I saw how obvious the liking between Jaller & Hahli in the MoL movie was, I just had to do something for it. I keep staring at Vakama when Jaller shakes his head right before they leave, and I always giggle because it's so obvious… -gets tomatoes and other refuse thrown at me- Anyway, I'll shut up now. Enjoy! :)
Three days after their first kiss, Jaller had been assigned the job as Herald of the Seventh Toa. Takua had been volunteered against his will to be the captain's companion, and needless to say, the two Ta-Matoran were not in the best of moods as they trudged toward Ta-Koro's main gate, followed closely by Turaga Vakama and Takua's pet Ussal crab, Pewku. Jaller had it especially hard—he'd barely realized that his feelings for Hahli were returned in the same way, and now he had to leave on a journey that could last for Mata Nui knew how long. He just hoped that she wasn't mad at him for his forced servitude as the Herald.
Jaller's eyes glazed over; he hadn't seen Hahli since the after-party of the kolhii match, and what an after-party it was. Of course there was dancing, games, and food, but that wasn't what Jaller and Hahli had done for at least half the time. They'd been playing their own version of kolhii, one in which their goals counted as how many times the other had to kiss them. For that game, Jaller played his hardest, and he managed to score four goals to Hahli's winning five. The pair had fallen to the ground together, exhausted, and Jaller had begun to pay Hahli, kissing her right there on the field until she couldn't breathe. Hahli had wanted to give Jaller what she owed him, but he stopped her, instead dragging her back to his hut where they could really pay each other in kisses. But that had been before the announcement that the Kanohi Takua had found was the Avohkii—the Mask of Light—and Jaller's subsequent assignment. Now, the Ta-Matoran didn't know what to do.
"Jaller…" The Captain of the Guard froze as he heard the soft feminine voice of his newfound lover behind him. He turned, thinking he'd see anger and frustration, but instead, Hahli's eyes were merely full of longing and reluctance to see him go. She put her hands on her hips and put on a small, sad smile.
"Look, don't get mushy, Jaller… But I have no time for a long good-bye," she murmured, gazing at him with her beautiful azure eyes. Jaller racked his mind for something to say, anything that would sound reassuring to her, but he could say anything of the sort.
"I-I was just gonna say… well… You owe me a rematch on the kolhii field," he finished, mentally hitting himself for such a lame reply. Hahli's eyes lit up at his response, though, and her smile grew and turned cheeky.
"Well, then," she chuckled, winking at him, "you'd better hurry back, because I'll be practicing." Jaller stared after her retreating form, his mind processing her words and the very probable double meaning behind them, and his face reddened. He noticed Turaga Vakama smiling knowingly at him, and he shook his head to try and clear it before hopping up on Pewku beside Takua. He sighed and took out the Avohkii.
"Looks like this is gonna take a while…"