Author Note: Hello every one, so sorry I didn't get to introduce myself properly in chapter one, I'm Variety and this is my Freedom Fighters story. I have a weird ass imagination and you will see that in later books, but I really wanted to start at the beginning. I am a huge Smellershot shipper and I also may or may not make an Ed Edd n Eddy fanfiction, but I think I will :) but for now, enjoy the Freedom Fighters, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment and tell me what you think, I am a new writer and I want some pointers from the more experienced, but be nice about it please, a friend of mine got a lot of crap on her first story because it wasn't "professional". So please be nice, I'm just wittle. But anyway, here's chapter two. (end of Author note)

Smellerbee opened her eyes and took a deep breath in. She almost thought last night was a dream until she saw the wooden walls and that she was sleeping IN A BED and not on the cold floor. She felt like someone was watching her, so she looked over to the other side of the bed. That was a mistake. She saw that Longshot was on the stool next to her bed. She screamed and moved to the other side of the bed.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you I…." Longshot tried to explain to Smellerbee.

"What are you doing here!?"

"I…"

"Have you been there all night!?"

"NO, no! Jet sent me in to make sure that you were still alive or sleeping or what."

She glared at him. Her facial expression questioned him as if it she was saying "are you sure?"

"I swear!"

"Okay, I'm trusting you." She got off the bed slowly. They walked over to the dining hall. It wasn't really a hall, more like a really long outdoor eating area. Longshot showed her an empty seat and he sat next to her. The seats were not too far from Jet, who sat at the head of the table.

"Hey, Smellerbee. Nice to see you decided to join the living." Jet said in a friendly tone.

"Good to be back." She was playing along. Jet smiled.

"So, did you sleep well?"

"Best in months."

"Glad to hear it."

"Yeah, glad to hear you got your beauty sleep." Sneers said. Everyone laughed. He tried to offend her. He was not successful.

"Says the guy who can't survive bad hair day."

"Oohh." The crowd said. They know it was on now. Sneers was ticked.

"Okay, you're good, I'll give you that, but I bet YOU won't be able to survive a day with a bunch of filthy guys like us." Smellerbee gave him an evil smile. Then she took off her shoes, put her feet on the table, and belched as loud as she could.

"Sorry, you were saying?" He froze in shock with his jaw down and everything.

"I GIVE UP!" he finally said as he stood up and walked away.

Jet was impressed. "Wow, I have never seen anyone make Sneers upset. You couldn't have done that and take what he said seriously."

"Good thing I didn't." Smellerbee said.

"I like your spirit. Today, you take your test."

"On what? OH! On how good of a fighter I am, that's right."

"Yeah. You feeling confident?"

"Yep."

"Good. You'll need it." About an hour later after they finished, they went to a training course for all different kinds of weapons. She thought this was going to be easy. Okay, now usually this is the part that she realizes she was wrong, but she wasn't. She whizzed right through the course like it was nothing. She had impressed Jet once again.

"Nice. I have never seen anyone fight like that."

"All my teachers said my fighting skills were one of a kind."

"Well, their right." She smiled. He started heading back to the hide out.

"Where are you going?"

"Have to keep the others in check."

"Alright." She heard footprints behind her. She looked and saw Longshot leaning against a tree. She walked toward him.

"Can I help you?" She said sarcastically.

"Actually, I came to help you. Come on. Follow me." He said back.

"Okay." They walked over to a high tree with a thick branch. Thick and sturdy enough to walk on. She walked to the edge of it and looked down.

"Oh wow oh wow oh wow we're high!" She said. Longshot felt bad.

"I'm sorry, are you afraid of heights?" He didn't want to make her do something she was afraid of.

"No, I mean yes, I mean, I don't know. The trees on the island I lived on didn't grow this high. Do you guys jump from this high or something? Why did you bring me here?" He sighed. That meant they did jump out of the trees, and she had to get used to doing so if she wanted to be a Freedom Fighter.

"Okay, I can do this." She said as she was about to get ready to take her first jump.

"Yes you can, because I'll be right here with you." He put his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him. They both jumped at the same time. She realized it wasn't so bad and landed on her feet. Longshot almost tripped when he landed. He looked kind of embarrassed at her.

"I've had better landings." She smiled.

"Thanks by the way." She said before heading back to the hide out.

"We're here if you need anything. Jet and I."

"Okay, thanks again."

"You got a thing for her or something?" Jet snuck up behind Longshot. He blushed and walked to his hut without saying a word. Jet smiled. "This will be interesting" he thought to himself.

Back at the hideout, Smellerbee was sitting on her bed, twirling her dagger.

"Hey, Smellerbee, are you doing anything right now?" The Duke came in and asked. He was about 5 years younger than her, cause he was 7 at the time.

"No, not really, what's up?"

"Pipsqueak and I were wondering if maybe you could hang out in the lounging part of the hideout with us."

"Okay." She replied. It would be a good way for her to know the other Freedom Fighters a little more. When they got there, she saw Sneers there too. She looked at him with a teasing smile.

"You here for a rematch?" she said, making Sneers REALLY mad.

"HEY! You got lucky that time, next time won't be so easy." he said.

"Hm, sure it won't." He couldn't top that, and he know it.

"I see we're getting along just fine." Jet said sarcastically.

"Yep." Smellerbee joked along. "So, just out of curiosity, what's up with the crazy nicknames? No offence."

"Our real names reminded us too much of our families, except for The Duke, his nickname IS his real name cause we found him stealing our food, and when we took him in, he didn't know his name. So we started calling him Duke, but then he wanted to be called THE Duke." Pipsqueak explained.

"I see, so should I have a nickname too?" Smellerbee asked.

"Only if you want one." Jet told her.

"I think I'll stick with my real name. That way I, it will always remind me of who I am."

"Fine by me." Jet was impressed on how strong, emotionally and mentally, she was.

"So, where's Longshot?" she asked.

"Who knows where he is." The Duke said, his tone almost sounded irritated. That surprised Smellerbee.

"He's probably practicing his archery, again." Pipsqueak answered.

"Does he practice a lot?" Smellerbee asked.

"It's pretty much all he does." Jet answered.

"Oh. So, can I ask what the Fire Nation did to your guys' homes?" They told her pretty much everything. Sneers was only 5 when the Fire Nation killed his parents because they refused to pay their taxes to the Fire Lord. Pipsqueak got lost for a couple of days, and when he found where his home was, it was gone, but he was glad he wasn't there to see his parents die. The Duke could only remember wondering the forests, barely surviving until Jet found him a few years ago. Jet told her about how the Fire Nation killed his family.

"And Longshot's village was burned down." Jet finished off with Longshot's story. Smellerbee looked down at her feet.

"What about you? What did the Fire Nation do to you?" The Duke asked. She refused to say it last night in front of all those kids, but she was comfortable telling the 4 guys in front of her.

"I lived on a small island." she began, "The Fire Nation sent an assassin to the island so they could burn the place down by surprise. I was the only one who escaped."

"Why did they send and assassin?" Sneers asked.

"Sneers!" Jet said after Sneers rude question.

"It's okay, Jet. Let's just say there was a rich family living on that island." She had a sad smile on her face.

That night, Smellerbee thought hard about the other Freedom Fighters stories. She was happy that there were people out there that knew what she was going through. "Tomorrow night," she thought to herself, "I'm going star gazing, and I think I'll bring Longshot with me." She thought of Longshot as a friend now, and she trusts him.