Just a drabble I was suddenly inspired to write a little while ago. The idea of a Jet-centric fic seems more appealing to me than ever lately. I'd like to continue this when I find the time. For now, I hope to receive some constructive criticism and a few ideas because I have absolutely no idea where the story is supposed to be going. Like I said, it was a spur-of-the-moment drabble:
The pain wasn’t anything new.
Jet was used to physical pain; he could take it just as well as anything. Back in the forest, he got injured more than anyone. Sometimes it was a simple accident. Other times it was because he was shielding a younger Freedom Fighter. Most of the time though, it was because he was “being reckless and stupid,” as Smellerbee often scolded him while angrily treating his wounds.
But this time there was a new kind a pain; an emotional ache, as much as Jet hated to admit it. And he knew what it was caused by too, or rather, who it was caused by. A certain Fire Nation bastard. A certain very obstinate, very cute, and extremely hot Fire Nation bastard, pun unintended. Li, if that was even his real name. The boy made him seethe with both anger and longing every time Jet thought of those sharp, golden, Fire Nation eyes and that deformed, yet beautiful scar (which, he realized, was quite often). The contradicting feelings were so strong inside him, a raging battle of long-held beliefs and bubbly emotions he’s never experienced before. If Jet thought about the internal turmoil for too long, he’d go slightly nauseous from confusion; he learned this from experience. Like now, as he curled his fists and mentally slapped himself for letting his thoughts drift back to the boy with well-worn Dao swords strapped on his back, wind lightly ruffling short, black and Earth Kingdom clothes that never quite fit him—
Smellerbee poked the Jet’s evident furrow, “Calm down, Mr. Lightening Brows. Your wounds won’t heal any faster no matter how much you pout about staying in bed all day.”
Jet opened his mouth to throw a smart-ass comment right back at Smellerbee but was cut off by Longshot, who had his eyebrow crooked in warning. Jet nodded, remembering what talking had done the last time he tried go off one of his animate rants that he so often needed simply to blow off steam. The healer said that at least four of his ribs were fractured, if not broken. She stressed that he stay in bed for at least a few days, but since he was a “healthy young boy” he would be up and about in no time. She also said that the emergency healing he had received helped his recovery immensely. Jet had silently thanked Katara for that.
Jet and his Freedom Fighters hadn’t seen Aang and the rest of them after they parted under Lake Laogai. Smellerbee had said that they ended up finding Appa; she and Longshot watched the whole tearful scene as they were carrying Jet away from the underwater prison. Jet had chuckled a bit at that. They were quite a melodramatic bunch.
Well, there you go. Thoughts and suggestions are welcome as well a ideas of how to proceed! ^^