Pandora: A Different Time

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or the terms and subjects in the Avatar world, all rights go to James Cameron (The Genius). This is my first Fanfiction ever so bear with me. A big shout out to Florence and the Machine for giving me inspiration, love you Miss Welch

as always reviews are most welcome.

Italicised words indicate characters speaking in Na'vi or onomatopoeia


Chapter Five

Anna sat at the base of the spiral stairway waiting for Mo'at. Ngay'swizav had walked off in a huff when she had insisted on talking with his mother and was now laughing with Beyral about something. Though she found him immensely attractive she sure as hell didn't like him at the moment. With her tail she trailed circles in the dirt her ears flicking back and forth in time to the distant drumming.

"Yes child." Mo'at said from behind her, sending her heart beating wildly. Clutching at her chest Anna stood up and bowed before the Tsahik. Feeling her dry papery hand against her cheek, Anna stood up and smiled.

"You smile so much, do your cheeks ever burn?" Anna looked embarrassed as Mo'at laughed. Mo'at cleared her throat titling her head as a sign for Anna to speak.

"Tsahik I was wondering if Grace and her assistant could return, she misses the children and means no harm." Anna hated the silence that followed she didn't dare look at Mo'at in case she had over stepped her boundaries. Instead Mo'at gave a subtle nod before leaving for the forest.

"Does that mean yes!" Anna shouted realising her faux pas a little too late. Mo'at turned and instead of a severe frown the spiritual leader she did the most out of character thing possible and gave her a thumbs up.

Ngay'swizav was not happy with this at all. Above the spectrum canopy he soared on Tsyal dipping and rising along with the air currents. Below him, somewhere, an untrained Na'vi ran through the forest and he would not live with the shame of losing his student.

"Anna." He scowled, although he couldn't remain angry for long. Her smile, her scent, her eyes, all called to a part in his soul that he never thought could be tamed.

"Kai." Ngay'swizav said holding on tightly to Tsyal as he picked up speed. As they flew into the undergrowth Ngay'swizav and to negotiate tight swerves and dives catching the glimmer of jewels for a moment before disappearing into the darkness. How had such a slip of a thing escaped him?

Ngay'swizav hated to admit it but he hadn't been paying attention to her training that morning. Instead he had been admiring how tightly her thighs held onto a fallen tree trunk as she used her bola on a thick branch he had used to imitating a moving ikran.

"Your mother tells me that I can bring Grace and Norm here." Anna had said, leaping onto the branch, tackling it with all her might. Ngay'swizav had been thrown as she suddenly spoke. He had been certain she had not been talking to him before and when he had stormed off to talk to Beyral he had intentionally made it looked as though he was enjoying time without her. Instead his mother had ruined all his plans by replacing Anna's frown with a dazzling smile. Now she was talking to him about the doctor and her friend.

"Ngay'swizav." She called, her voice crawling into the bottom of his heart and nestling against his erratic organ. Ngay'swizav shook his head and listened as she repeated herself.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked, moving the branch out of her reach.

"Can you take me to them? They are landing in a clearing big enough for a drop off."

"They are being dropped from the sky, very careless behaviour." Ngay'swizav said wondering just how stupid the Tawtute could be. Anna had laughed, tucking a sliver of hair that had gotten free from its bun behind her ear. The bow was slung across her chest as if she had been born with it. Her muscles were more defined than when he had first met her. Her skill with the dagger had impressed him though he would be loath to admit it.

Urging Tsyal they found Anna running through the dense overgrowth of a dead tree and spindly leaves reached up and tickled Tsyal's underbelly. Ngay'swizav felt the motion as though it was his own stomach being scratched. Chuckling he steered Tsyal to the left, dense canopy ending abruptly showing wide expanse of flat plains. Ngay'swizav saw the Sam's son, hovering above the ground as a familiar and unfamiliar dreamwalker exited the monster.

Soothing his ikran Ngay'swizav settled him to the ground ending the tsahaylu. Tsyal gave a farewell screech hanging onto the bark of nearby tree. Ngay'swizav couldn't help but smile as he saw Grace, she had been a great Toktor and karyu and he had missed her. As though she had heard his thoughts Grace looked up from her conversation with the unknown dreamwalker. They stopped a few feet from each other assessing one another as though they were strangers. Then Ngay'swizav smiled and Grace appeared to give a sigh of relief hugging the warrior briefly.

"You have grown so much since… since I left." Ngay'swizav gently wiped the lone tear from her eye.

"And you are looking more beautiful, teacher." Ngay'swizav replied in English. Grace laughed her patterned spots glowing at the compliment.

"Shall I wait here?" Came the voice from the rock on her throat.

Ngay'swizav tuned out the conversation, assessing the new dreamwalker before him. He wore the Tawtute's clothing, lacking the grace and physical structure of a true Na'vi. Ngay'swizav imagined that he had been studying, though he could not fault an eager student, there was more to Eywa than reading and prodding. This Na'vi had not experienced Eywa, was not in tune with nature.

"Ngay'swizav." Anna smiled pulling the dreamwalker firmly behind her, once again showing her disregard for etiquette.

Ngay'swizav was about to yell at her when he realised that the two dreamwalkers were holding hands. Ngay'swizav felt like a palulukan had taken hold of his heart and was ripping it to sheds. Anna already had a mate, a dreamwalker, and all this time he had thought she cared for him. Although he knew he should be feeling relieved there was no stopping the pain and anger that surged through his body. He was going to hurt Anna just as she had ruthlessly hurt him. He was going to violate her.

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Anna sat on the floor beside Grace playing with the little children. They older ones remembered her, although the youngest were simply intrigued by anotheruniltìrantokx.

"Nimun, twinkle twinkle little star." Anna sang as Grace beat the drum in time.

"Teacher you have a horrible voice." One of the children giggled.

"In English." Anna said laughing along. "Teacher you have a horrible voice, never sing again!" The children laughed gaily at her antics as she pretended zip her mouth shut. Every few minutes she'd burst into parts of the song, wailing and getting louder each time.

"Such noise." Ngay'swizav grumbled. The little children squealed accumulating around him.

Anne laughed as the all the children started climbing his great length, tugging onto his clothes and beads. Ngay'swizav slowly crouched to the ground laughing whole heartedly as they used him as climbing frame.

"Time to sleep, give thanks to Eywa." The mothers said gathering their children. They didn't entirely trust the dreamwalkers but they had managed to keep their young preoccupied and it was clear that they had been having a goodtime.

"Irayo karyu." One mother said handing Grace and Anna a piece of fruit.

"It feels so good being back here and Norm seems to be having a good time." Grace chuckled looking at where a group of hunters gathered around the anthropologist. Anna gulped as she saw the terror in his eyes. Norman was good at hiding his emotions from most people but not her. Anna excused herself walking briskly to the group. As expected Beyral and her cronies where there.

"Look at him, demon with his tiny eyes and ratty tail." One of the hunters, Ninat, said hitting Norm's tail with her bow. Anna snarled pushing through the group and standing in front of Norman giving him her full support. The other hunters laughed at her bravado but Anna continued to growl daring them so say anything more. Beyral scoffed her eyes shining with menace.

"And here stands the perfect demon, winning favours and stealing the hearts of our men." She sneered. Anna had never heard such venom before had she truly done such a thing?

"Already she seeks to take Ngay'swizav affections for me and insert them into her own body, blinding him from the truth." Beyral spat grinning as her comrades cheered.

"Am I that easily swayed?" Anna tried to hide her joy from the hearing his voice but she couldn't stop herself from staring at him as he broke up the circle. Without saying anymore Ngay'swizav took Anna by the arm and dragged her forcibly.

"Wait!" Norman shouted but was silenced by Anna's smile that read 'everything will be ok.' Anna didn't believe it herself but she was better at hiding her emotions than Norman. She allowed Ngay'swizav to take her far from Hometree until they reached an idyllic pond. The water glowed with the bio luminous foliage, spotlights of purple, blue and pink reflected out of the clear water and into the night giving the grove a calming psychedelic effect.

"Ngay'swizav." Anna said planning to explain everything to him. Ngay'swizav grabbed her jaw and kissed her. Anna was always a sucker for the perfect love story, she felt no qualms when she saw stars burst from beneath her closed eyelids. For so long she had wanted his touch, craved it to the point that she would do anything to feel him upon her skin. Even if it was bruising and detached. Now he was ushering her into the water, ripping away at the articles of clothing that seemed to offend him. Cooling water hit the back of her claves snaking up towards her hips. The effect didn't stop the heat from pooling between her legs and she knew that without any foreplay she was ready for him. Anna cupped his face as he drew in a haggard breath, pressing his head and nose against hers. Something dark flashed in his eyes so quickly Anna questioned whether it had ever been there. Reading eyes was her best talent but now all she saw was lust and passion.

Ngay'swizav had been postponing this act for a while, unsure if this was the right thing to do but after witnessing Anna's defence of the male, Norman, there was no question about it. Anna was a devious witch looking for pleasure at all times. There was no word in Na'vi to describe someone who mated with anyone other than their mate, but Ngay'swizav was going to create one today and that name would be Anna. His plan was to violate her and leave her to think about what she had done but as soon as his eyes had touched upon her bare breast all thoughts of being callous had fled his mind. This may not be Anna's first time but it was his and he wanted to find some joy in this punishment. Lifting her thigh he wrapped it around his hip and shifted her onto the bank of the pond. She was at a perfect height for him to enter her swiftly but there was so much of her body that he hadn't explored.

Dark cyan areola protruded in little bumps and her almost black nipples tightened before his heated gaze. Ngay'swizav leant forward experimentally flicking it with his tongue. Hissing he felt Anna's grip in his hair tighten which further aroused him. Spreading her thighs he watched, entranced at the way the water lapped against the dark opening hidden beneath a layer of curls. Like a child he ran his finger along the slit his finger hitting a protruding nub of flesh.

"Ngay'swizav." Anna whimpered rubbing her sex against his hand. Ngay'swizav shut his eyes trying to block out the soothing effects of her voice. Vrretep, he reminded himself. This woman was not to be trusted yet her wetness called to him. He inserted his fingers pumping them back and forth enjoying the slick feeling and the sounds of suction that filled the air. Anna gripped his shoulders tightly and he knew that there would be crescents left by her nails.

"Now Ngay'swizav, I cannot take it." Anna pleaded running her tongue along his neck.

Ngay'swizav lost any control he may have had and without thinking about the consequences he took his queue and she took hers, creating tsahaylu. The moment they were connected Ngay'swizav surged into her body. Flinching as he felt her pain through the link. Arousal, passion and deep seated care assailed his senses but not once did he catch a feeling of guilt. Ngay'swizav's eyes widened with clarity.

Anna had never bonded, had never mated with the dreamwalker. His own protectiveness and need for her had led him to that conclusion. The feeling of pain ebbed away replaced with sparks of pleasure. Ngay'swizav didn't think as he began to pump into her slowly, each caress being felt twice as her responses and desires filled him. Pulling her tightly against his body he held her to his chest his hips moving rhythmically against her. He would savour this moment for he didn't think he'd live very long to have another.

Anna cried out as Ngay'swizav thrust into her faster, her buttocks rubbing against the surprisingly smooth, mossy bank. With a wicked thought she rose her feet and began to play with his tail, running her toes against the lashing flesh. She felt his surprise and pleasure from her ministrations. In retaliation one hand cupped her bottom as the other took hold of the base of her tail playing with it lethargically. It wasn't a sexual feeling, more like a tickling sensation yet it was enough to heighten her arousal. Anna sighed as Ngay'swizav began to nibble on the underside of her breast and she could barely breathe as she felt him coming to his end. Her internal walls clenched against his hard member. An amazing spark of something white and blinding hampered her vision. Ngay'swizav caught her lips in a harsh kiss his canines grazing her swollen lips.

"Ngay'swizav." She choked, her back arching as they climaxed. Anna lay against his chest as he carried her out of the water. She barely opened her eyes as he lay her on a soft cushiony plant. It was like a large green leaf without the waxy feel. Anna yawned crawling onto Ngay'swizav's body, she wanted to get back to Hometree but her eyes refused as they slowly shut.

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Parker Selfridge played with the floating ball of unobtanium his fingers cooling at the touch of the profitable metal. How could such an insignificant looking object be worth more than the earth itself. If they managed to mine all of it he would be the richest man in the universe.

If only those dumbass monkeys would move! A knock sounded on the door jarring him from his self reflection. About to blast the person who had destroyed his reverie Selfridge looked sharply at the door. Colonel Quaritch entered the room placing a holographic player on the table. Without a word he pressed a button and a structure of Hometree floated inches above the metallic table.

"These are the images of Hometree. I've marked the areas that hold the whole thing up. A few well placed missiles and kaboom." Selfridge raised his eyebrow at the man's lack of enthusiasm but it was clear the old man hated being cooped up in the base.

"Dr. Augustine likes to believe that there is a more 'diplomatic' way of getting those savages to move." Selfridge said, smirking as Quaritch's face grew red with anger.

"There is no such thing as diplomacy." Quaritch grunted. "You didn't hire me to go shake hands with natives and share rum." Selfridge laughed at Quaritch's words, the old timer always managed to make him laugh.

"You're telling me that your daughters ideals haven't rubbed off on you?" Selfridge asked getting the rise he knew his words would cause.

"Don't talk about my daughter, you promised…"

"Okay, okay sounding like someone with a heart doesn't suit you Colonel." Selfridge said cutting him off. As Quaritch made to leave a thought popped in to Selfridges head.

"By the way does your daughter know you have her Avatar bugged?" He asked. Quaritch paused at the door his hand holding the handle his shoulders hunched.

"No." He growled before slamming the door firmly behind him. The handle had been crumpled under the man's weight and anger. Selfridge fingered the handgun in the holster beneath his suit jacket.

"And what of the one in her human body?" He whispered in silence pulling the tracker from his pocket.


Na'vi translation

Tsahik- Matriarch and spiritual leader

Kai- Hurry

Tawtute- Sky People

Tsahaylu- Neural bond

Toktor-Doctor

Uniltìrantokx- Avatar, dreamwalker

Nimun- Again

Irayo - Thanks

Karyu- Teacher

Vrrtep- Demon