It had been six years since the human's first attack on the Omaticaya tribe. Six years since he had felt that tug at the back of his mind pulling him from near unconsciousness.

It had been six years since Tsu'tey had dreamed.

The last time Tsu'tey had dreamed he had watched as the human he had known for so long was strapped inside a small chamber, a look of pure determination upon his face before he had fallen unconscious and had not awoken since.

After that, Tsu'tey had spent his nights floating in an endless, dark nothingness. He missed his dreams of the human, and he hated to admit that without them he had grown bitter. His dreams had become a refuge in a life filled with worry for his people, but now they only served as a reminder of how alone he felt.

Only Neytiri knew of the source of his bitterness, but it was impossible for her to truly understand. Still, she tried to comfort him, assuring him that his human would return to his dreams eventually. Tsu'tey would only nod, fear that she was wrong eating away at him like a parasite.

As Tsu'tey lay in his hammock, exactly six years since his human had absented his dreams, he dreaded sleep. Were it not for his biological need for sleep, then he would forgo it all together. He got no fulfillment, no comfort from sleep any longer, not without his dreams of his human.

"Sleep, Tsu'tey" Neytiri whispered wearily from her hammock beside him, "You need your rest."

"I get no rest from sleep" Tsu'tey grumbled.

"Have faith, my friend," Neytiri said, extending a hand to brush his shoulder comfortingly, "maybe he will return to you tonight."

"You have said this every night for the past six cycles," Tsu'tey scowled, "I find it harder to believe every time"

"I have a good feeling about tonight," Neytiri smiled, obviously half asleep already, "so sleep."

"Fine," Tsu'tey muttered, not believing her in the slightest, but turning on his side and closing his eyes all the same. Silently, he prayed to Eywa that Neytiri was right until he reluctantly fell asleep.

Tsu'tey didn't even bother to open his eyes. He knew what he would see if he did. He was so tired of spending his nights floating around in nothingness so complete and so encompassing that he couldn't see his own two hands in front of him.

"Are we there yet?"

It's a voice Tsu'tey hasn't heard in six years, but he knows it. Bless Eywa, he knows it.

"Yeah, we're there sunshine."

Tsu'tey's eyes fly open and there he is, strapped in that chamber just as he had been when Tsu'tey had seen him last. He's just as he remembers him, the calm blue eyes, hazy with sleep, the soft brown hair cut so short, all the things Tsu'tey has missed so much.

He watches as his human is unstrapped and floats freely in the air, which confused Tsu'tey because he had never seen him be able to do that before. His confusion is quickly forgotten though as he watches his human stretch and his relief catches up with him and, for a moment, it takes his breath away.

For six years, Tsu'tey had felt nothing but fear and worry for his people he was not sure he could protect and for his human he was sure had been lost to him. But now, his human was returned to him, safe and exactly how he had left him.

Tsu'tey watched as his human floated absentmindedly for a while, getting used to moving again, not caring as the other humans grumbled at him for being in the way. After a while, he moved towards a large window, Tsu'tey right beside him.

Outside the window, Tsu'tey looked in wonder at the new view of the planet that was ever present in his own home sky. He looked over at his human, whose full attention seemed to be on the other, smaller planet, which Tsu'tey recognized as his own from the pictures Grace had shown him all those years ago.

He watched has his human placed one strong hand on the glass, his eyes filled with that same determination Tsu'tey had seen in the moment right before he had been lost to him for so long.

"I'm here," his human whispered, "I'll see you soon."

Tsu'tey woke with a start and would have fallen out of his hammock if it were not secured around him. He lay there, panting, willing the thundering beating of his heart to slow to a more reasonable pace.

Once he felt himself sufficiently calm, he looked around, noting that it was still too early for anyone else to be awake.

Laying back and listening to the sounds of the forest around him, he allowed a small smile to form on his lips.

"I will see you soon, my human."