Hey readers! I just pung myself with a rubber band and it hurts! But I will prevail with my typing. Hope you're all enjoying this. I'm still nervous about these two characters, it's terrifying trying to get them to actually sound like them, I hope I'm doing a good job! So, last chapter, again it seemed to be `DUN-DUN-DUN!`

This chapter? Yep, probably the same. I don't plan anything out, so it's kind of just like `go for it and hide if you fail!`

Warning:YAOI. Boyxboy. Jetko. Jet + Zuko

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I do not own Avatar: Ledeng of Aang/ Last Ait Bender. T-T

Now my pretties... ENJOY! X3

Zuko dumped the cart and skidded down the hill. He crouched hesitantly before the motionless body, hand stretched out unsure of whether or not he should touch. Then there was a small sound. So faint he nearly missed it. Making sure not to roll Jet over onto his back, he set the unconscious freedom fighter on his side and with quick actions, Zuko placed his ear to the boys chest. A heart beat!

Noises up the river drew the scarred teens attention. A thin streak of smoke was barely visible in the distance. Scowling, Zuko picked up the limp Jet and rushed him to the cart. It was two hours to get back to the farm, and sure, Jet had held on this long, but Zuko wasn't sure how much longer the boy could stay alive. He took a detour to a small abandoned shack him and Iroh had come across before.

He searched Jet's pockets and clothing for those `spare bandages` he claimed to always keep on him. To his relief, Zuko discovered them tucked away in a pouch. Not even thinking about being embarrassed, Zuko figured that the boys shirt was done for any way and just cut it off. Most of the arrows didn't look too deeply embedded in his back, but there were the few which dug right in there. With quick, skilled hands, Zuko pried them out one by one, making sure to properly attend to one wound before he moved onto the next.

Before long, Jet was all patched up. He was soaking wet and shivering though, a problem if his wounds were to heal nicely. With most of the worry over, Zuko set out about making a fire that wouldn't attract any people to their location. After a moment of contemplation, he realised that any wood burning fire would create visible smoke. Then something struck him. He's a fire bender after all, he could just hold out his hand and warm up Jet. Although, from the stories Jet had willingly shared with him, Zuko knew how badly this boy despised fire nation `scum`.

All he did was speak bad of them. How his family was murdered, how he lived to kill fire nation `scum`. There were plenty of other words he used to describe the fire nation people, but Zuko found that the least hurtful word would be that of `scum`. He had come to know Jet well in the past month, so would this really be a risk he was willing to take?

Jet was unconscious, so what he didn't see couldn't hurt him, only heat him. Then again, Zuko could just warm himself up and produce enough body heat for both of them. Fire benders were tolerant of heat far better than any one. That was when the embarrassment kicked in.

Zuko sat and stared at Jet's shivering body. Even through the now wet bandages, Zuko could define his lean body. Feeling short of breath, the scarred prince dismissed his stupid embarrassment and heated himself up. Now there was just the issue of transferring that heat. Hug Jet? That would have made Zuko feel very... odd. And it did. With only one other option to lay down with Jet, he picked him up and leaned the cold boy on his shoulder. The damp turned to steam as the warmth spread throughout the cabin.

Jet woke up some time in the night, a little dazed as to where he was. Someone breathing next to him drew his attention. He peered up at Li's sleeping face. Jet's head was on his lap. All the freedom fighter could remember was his moments of hard fought battle before he was overrun by pain and was tossed into the river. He wanted to sit up, but decided against it. Li was just too damn warm and comfortable. What was this warmth? Was it natural? Truth be told, he didn't care. It was way too relaxing just being able to see Li like this. Even that mean scar looked somewhat peaceful.

Zuko opened his eyes for a moment after sensing that some one was watching him. That same pleasant chill he got through him when Jet watched him. To his surprise, Jet was looking right into his eyes.

What happened next, both left down to lack of sleep and maybe even a dream. Gently, Jet's neck stretched up to meet Zuko's bending head. Their lips had a moment of contact then there was a moment more. A little tongue got involved and the room heated up a hell of a lot more. Noticing the sudden change in temperature and a weird feeling of wanting more, Zuko pulled back instantly.

The scarred teen then got up quickly and reached to get to the door. Spurred by not wanting Zuko to leave, Jet managed to launch himself up and grab Zuko's wrist.

"Hey-"
Zuko was shaking a bit.

The prince knew many reasons why this was wrong. He tried to stick with the facts of life. Such as; Jet was a boy- gay love was frowned upon greatly in most parts of the world. Also, Zuko was the son of the Fire Lord- such a thing was definitely unspeakable. Although, he found himself being hurt by the reasons he didn't want to admit. Jet hated the fire nation and fire benders- and Zuko scored in both of those zones. If Zuko stayed with Jet and didn't tell him... he would find out. So the easiest option was to leave. And leave fast.

He snatched his wrist away. Acting cold and cruel would surely scare the freedom fighter off. The prince put on his most serious, fiercest tone. Unfortunately, there was no hiding the sadness or hurt as he snapped.

"Don't touch me! I don't do things like that! It's wrong!"

Jet tugged hard on the princes wrist, which sent Zuko swirling to be face to face with the tanned teen.

"But you just did do something like that, Li. Your body didn't seem to find it so wrong."

For a second, Zuko thought about shooting fire at Jet and scaring him off. That thought was zipped off to the dark recesses of `no-no land` in his mind. He wanted to scare Jet off, but not like that.

Angry and flustered and sad, Zuko's full blown man voice of `threat` came out.

"Get your hand off of me! If you follow me, I'll kill you."

He barely kept that last bit sounding serious as he swung the door- which wasn't really a proper door- open and slammed it behind him.

Jet's hand was still outstretched a little- as if, just maybe, if he held his hand out long enough Zuko might come back and hold it. Slowly, it sank to his side. Then, a smirk nearly ripped his face in half. Like hell he was about to let Li go that easily.

Zuko stumbled angrily onto the farm, storming over the plants- near stomping them all to death. Iroh appeared out of the kitchen door to spot his nephew brutally kicking a piece of broken fence. The wood was certainly flung far. Iroh instantly knew Zuko wasn't just troubled. He was down right miserable, and he only ever did that to himself.

"Zuko. What is the matter?"
The old man narrowly missed being hit with another piece of fence- quite intact as a piece of fence since Zuko had ripped it out of the ground.

"Zuko!" Iroh spoke sternly. The prince's actions slowed and he was left panting and growling and grunting. His wise uncle told him off.

"Zuko, if there is something you have done wrong, you do not take it out on other peoples property."

Zuko stood with his shoulders slumped and his head drooped.

"I..."

There was a crack in the woods and the prince's head snapped up. The first and only thing that crossed his mind was `Jet?`. He wasn't met with anything of the sort. A fire nation soldier leapt out of the trees and shot a heated blast at Zuko and his uncle. Iroh was thrown off guard a little and Zuko was thrown off guard completely. He stumbled back but the fire singed his entire left sleeve off.

The fire hit the barn and the wood and hay began to burn. The fire spread across to the roof of the farmers home. Zuko was soon zoned in on the fire nation soldier as the armoured man went for another attack. The prince was quick to get into close combat- since fire nation fire benders really did prefer long range action.

It wasn't long before Zuko had the `toy soldier` thrown about like a rag doll and through the wall of the barn. Once Zuko stepped inside the newly made entrance, he picked up his twin blades. Now he felt much better. This soldier really caught him in a bad mood- sure, Zuko would have been pissed he was near assassinated into ash, but this was really quite a horrific fight. The soldier lasted no longer than three seconds as Zuko had taken him down with ease.

There was some commotion outside and he ran out to find more fire nation soldiers worming their way out of the forest. Zuko looked around to find Iroh piling the family into a wagon. Unfortunately, Iroh was struck in the back of his arm and was now injured. He wasn't badly injured, but Zuko shouted at him to go with the family. Zuko was in a bad enough mood to take care of however many soldiers came his way.

To his honest surprise, there were more soldiers than he would have expected. As he cut down a non-fire bender, he was tripped up and fell on his back. The sword swung down but never reached his face. A familiar hook sword was wobbling under the pressure of holding the other blade up. Zuko took a quick glance at Jet then swept at the soldiers feet. The fire nation soldier fell inelegantly onto his ass and was knocked out cold by Jet.

Instinctively, the two were back to back in seconds, swords propped and ready and fighting. Zuko growled as he knocked out a soldier with the hilt of his sword.

"I thought I told you not to follow me?"

Jet smirked as he swung his hook swords together and hitting a soldier right between the eyes.

"I thought you would know me better by now? I don't give up easily remember?"

Zuko took a moment to stare Jet down right in the face.

"Well it's going to get you killed."

Both avoided a streak of fire shooting right past their heads. Jet stared at Zuko confidently.

"I won't leave your side, Li."

"You don't understand!"

"What's there not to understand?"

Jet and Zuko both pulled each other close and stabbed the soldier behind the other. Jet took that opportunity to whisper something in Zuko's ear.

"For you, I'll risk it all."

They swung apart. Zuko needed Jet to understand. He wasn't about to let the freedom fighter to this to himself. There was no way to make him understand though. How could he have let himself get into this mess? Not the fight... the relationship- if it was one.

Zuko had been pondering this subconsciously when the unavoidable happened. Jet was struck from behind and he fell to the floor, his clothing a little burnt. Although, he was caught off guard and was not ready for the enormous fireball which happened to be hurtling towards him. In a second, Zuko was there and cutting the fire in half with his swords, but the fire just kept coming and coming in separate blasts afterwards. Before he knew it, his swords had been blasted from his hands and he was now fending the attack by deflecting the fire with his own bending.

Zuko pushed the fire back and it knocked out half of the few who were left standing. That was all he had left to do, so he got it over and done with. Within a few moments, the remaining few had been taken care of by Zuko... by Zuko fire bending... in front of Jet.

Jet sat turning pale. Zuko stood still, his heavy breathing transforming into quiet, calm breaths. Zuko turned to look at Jet over his shoulder looking though his scarred eye. All sorts of things flashed through Jet's eyes. Anger, hurt, pain, fear, confusion.

Before he let any thing happen, Zuko picked up his swords and left. He ran and ran to catch up with his uncle, but as well as that, to run away from Jet's eyes.