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leskuhTitle: How to Save a Life
Fandom/Universe: Avatar
Character(s): Jet, Smellerbee, Longshot, Shana (OC), Earth Mother (OC), Toshi (OC)
Rating: Teen
“I can’t believe it.”
He blinks. Slow and deliberate. But he blinks and that’s the important part.
“I...I’m alive?” He whispers, sounding thoroughly confused. “But...how?”
“Don’t worry, hun. You keep on breathing while li’l Miss Shana Sunshine here works her pretty water magic on your aching soul.” All he can see is the woman’s mouth - the rest is all fuzzy. Apparently his vision has yet to come ‘round.
“Keep quiet, Earth Mother. I’m trying to concentrate. He’s in bad shape.” This new voice is harsher and yet still very feminine. He tries to focus on it, but his mouth is dry and her hands are swarming all over his chest. Busy bees darting to and fro. “That stupid girl left him in a horrid state. So much for her water bending duty.” The girl sounds annoyed and the hands on his chest begin to press harder. “Stupid pig-headed girl. If she’d just listened in the beginning then -”
“Hush, Shana. You’ll upset your patient.”
“Please,” Smellerbee? And he knows it’s her, because of the small squeak in her voice and he smiles ever so slightly. “Can you really heal him?”
The touch lightens again.
“I think so. I don’t think he’s got any internal bleeding - that’s a good sign. But he’s still pretty banged up.” He concentrates on breathing, holding onto life the best that he can. His vision is beginning to clear and he’s allowed his first good look at her.
She reminds him of Katara for a moment, but then he notices how her cheeks are rounder and her smile is somewhat crooked. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, with a few stray pieces falling into her eyes. She has none of Katara’s muscular build either. She is slight and her arms look like small twigs, but she commands the water in her hands like a master. He imagines that he can actually feel pieces of himself coming together again.
As if she were building him anew.
“Who are you?” He whisper-asks, breathless, but full of life and he swears he can hear Longshot let off a sigh of relief from somewhere nearby, but he can’t be sure.
She ignores him and continues moving her hands across his chest. They are light and cool and though he hurts, it’s not the same as it was. It’s beginning to dull and fade.
“Save your breath, sugar.” The first voice chimes in. He turns his gaze to the side to see a kindly looking woman smiling at him. She seems to radiate a warmth that makes him feel better and worse all at once. He hopes she’s not a Firebender. He’d hate to have to kill her. “You’ve been suffering.”
“There.” The girl’s hands cease their movements and she redraws them in a flash. He gives a grunt of annoyance. She seems so angry with him – or maybe just at life in general? “Now you can go out there and fight whoever the hell you want and spend days fighting pointless battle after pointless battle or whatever it is you rebel-types do. If you’ll excuse me, I have an Avatar to catch up to.” She pushes off the ground and strides towards the exit as fast as her long legs will take her. She is halfway across the room before realizing that her companion has yet to move from Jet’s side.
Jet watches as she rolls her eyes and stifles a groan.
“Fine.” She huffs as she moves back towards him. He tries to get up, but she’s there in an instant pushing him back down and running her hands over him once more.
“What are you – ” He starts, but she cuts him off.
“Just making sure I didn’t miss any damage. Even though I didn’t and she knows I didn’t and she just wants to bug me, because she thinks she knows what’s best for me or something stupid like that. And – ” The girl continues to ramble on and Jet blushes as she runs her fingers down his thighs, checking for bruising that she missed. A moment later, she leans back, crossing her arms over her chest and whipping her head around to look the older woman head on.
“There, Earth Mother. Are you happy? He’s 110% healed now. And I’ve wasted even more valuable time. We’re never going to catch up the Avatar and his stupid friends at this rate. How am I suppose to help him if I can’t find him?”
Earth Mother just smiles and pats the pouting girl on the head.
“Don’t worry, my dear. I’m sure will make up the distance in no time. You’ve done a very good thing today. But maybe it would help if you were to…umm… talk to your patient?” She looks right at Jet and smiles another one of those too-warm smiles. Luckily she turns her head before he can start to sweat under her gaze. “Hello, dears. This is Shana and this – ” she gestures to a small dog-rabbit at her side that he hadn’t noticed before, “Is Toshi. Oh and you can call me Earth Mother.” She adds happily. “We’re sorry for the abrupt intrusion in your…” She takes a look around the small cave and bites at her lip. “…home.”
“It’s not our home.” Smellerbee says quickly. She extends a hesitating hand to the large woman. “I'm not a fan of strangers, but you guys saved Jet. Oh and I’m Smellerbee – and that’s Longshot.” She says, pointing to her other companion still carefully guarding the door.
As Smellerbee and Earth Mother make small talk, Shana tries desperately to avoid his gaze. He knows he’s acting like a creep, but he can’t stop looking at her. She’s a Waterbender, but not in the way that Katara is. She’s a healer and a damn good one at that. She’d saved him from the edge of death. And they both know it.
“Jet.” He informs her, extending a hand, which she quickly slaps away.
“Stop it. I didn’t think I’d have to tell you that you’re supposed to rest now, but I guess I do. Just because I healed you, doesn’t mean that your body is completely recovered from the shock and the damage. You need to take things slowly. Dumbass.” She tells him with a withering look.
For a moment he wonders if she’d be this way in bed, before deciding that he really needs to stop thinking that about all the girls he meets. Fucking hormones.
“For a healer,” He mutters, his voice a hoarse whisper – had he screamed? It hurt to talk. “You’re kind of a bitch.”
Suddenly, her hands are pressed against his chest again and her leg is swung uncomfortably in between his own and he holds back a moan as the girl (or maybe she was more of a woman than he’d thought) bears down on him. She presses her lips to his ear and places a hand on his neck, right by the pulse.
“If I were you – I’d be more grateful. I don’t care how pretty or powerful you think you are, Jet. But if I wanted to I could stop your heart right now. Cut off the oxygen going to your brain. Make the water inside of you bleed out, ‘til your nothing but a fucking husk. You’ve already slowed me down, do not piss me off.”
And – Damn – her hair smells like fucking strawberries. And he’s not scared so much as completely turned on and she is nothing like Katara, but she saved his fucking life and he wants to repay her by letting her bear his children or something stupid like that and – SHIT – he can feel her whole body against his and he wouldn’t move even if he could.
“Shana!”
The pressure is gone almost instantly and he mourns for the loss of her warmth and those cold eyes focused on his face and her hands on his chest and he is so pathetic….
Earth Mother sighs heavily and places her hands on her hips.
“I’ve told you a hundred times – don’t threaten the injured! He has no idea what he’s saying. Come on – it’s time to head out. I promised we’d help get them all to the exit and then we can split off. This darling child was kind enough to tell where she thinks the Avatar and his little friends are headed. Don’t worry – I’m sure your new pal there,” She nods towards Jet, “Will get over you soon enough.”
He watches as Shana nods and turns back to him and her eyes have lost some of their earlier malice. Almost gently she places a finger to the pulse on his neck. Instantly, his vision begins to fog and the last thing he sees before passing out is a kind, crooked smile on Shana’s face.
He wakes up five hours later to the smell of pine and fish. Smellerbee brings him water and Longshot stands guard – as he always seems to – and his chest hurts, but only a little.
For the next three days, he thinks about them now and again. Shana the healer and Earth Mother the warm lady. Both mysteries to him. Sometimes he wonders if he imagined them. Neither Smellerbee nor Longshot mention anything about them. Eventually, he decides it doesn’t matter. Whether they existed or were figments of his broken body isn’t really important. For the time being, he simply allows himself to enjoy his friend’s company. Taking comfort in Longshot’s silence and Smellerbee’s anger. He is alive and home and why should it matter to him whether a Healer and a maybe-Firebender really existed?
He decides it doesn’t and pretends that the only reason he’s now following the Avatar is because he wants to help their cause.
- - -
“Oooo, Shana-honey. That boy was gorgeous. I totally understand why you felt the need to straddle him, but honestly, love, did you have to do it right there in front of his best friends? I think the girl near about had ten heart attacks. Just be glad I managed some quick thinking with that excuse, don’t you agree, Toshi?” She asked the pup in her arms. He wriggled his nose at her and nipped lightly at her fingers in response.
“Shut-up, Earth Mother.” Shana growled, hoping that the night sky hid her blush. “That isn’t what I was doing and you know it. Now stop running your mouth and move. We’re close – I can feel it.”
And she refuses to say that she hopes that she meets him again one day.
They walk on.
a/n: I've been working on this for awhile now. Came out a lot more...romantic than it was supposed to. I don't ship my characters with the avatar cast. But I guess if Shana healed him, Jet could fall in love with her. It happens with nurses and wars and shit. Shana, however, has a bit of a Sokka obsession, but she won't admit it. She does find Jet very attractive though.
More on these characters in the future probably.
Fandom/Universe: Avatar
Character(s): Jet, Smellerbee, Longshot, Shana (OC), Earth Mother (OC), Toshi (OC)
Rating: Teen
“I can’t believe it.”
He blinks. Slow and deliberate. But he blinks and that’s the important part.
“I...I’m alive?” He whispers, sounding thoroughly confused. “But...how?”
“Don’t worry, hun. You keep on breathing while li’l Miss Shana Sunshine here works her pretty water magic on your aching soul.” All he can see is the woman’s mouth - the rest is all fuzzy. Apparently his vision has yet to come ‘round.
“Keep quiet, Earth Mother. I’m trying to concentrate. He’s in bad shape.” This new voice is harsher and yet still very feminine. He tries to focus on it, but his mouth is dry and her hands are swarming all over his chest. Busy bees darting to and fro. “That stupid girl left him in a horrid state. So much for her water bending duty.” The girl sounds annoyed and the hands on his chest begin to press harder. “Stupid pig-headed girl. If she’d just listened in the beginning then -”
“Hush, Shana. You’ll upset your patient.”
“Please,” Smellerbee? And he knows it’s her, because of the small squeak in her voice and he smiles ever so slightly. “Can you really heal him?”
The touch lightens again.
“I think so. I don’t think he’s got any internal bleeding - that’s a good sign. But he’s still pretty banged up.” He concentrates on breathing, holding onto life the best that he can. His vision is beginning to clear and he’s allowed his first good look at her.
She reminds him of Katara for a moment, but then he notices how her cheeks are rounder and her smile is somewhat crooked. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, with a few stray pieces falling into her eyes. She has none of Katara’s muscular build either. She is slight and her arms look like small twigs, but she commands the water in her hands like a master. He imagines that he can actually feel pieces of himself coming together again.
As if she were building him anew.
“Who are you?” He whisper-asks, breathless, but full of life and he swears he can hear Longshot let off a sigh of relief from somewhere nearby, but he can’t be sure.
She ignores him and continues moving her hands across his chest. They are light and cool and though he hurts, it’s not the same as it was. It’s beginning to dull and fade.
“Save your breath, sugar.” The first voice chimes in. He turns his gaze to the side to see a kindly looking woman smiling at him. She seems to radiate a warmth that makes him feel better and worse all at once. He hopes she’s not a Firebender. He’d hate to have to kill her. “You’ve been suffering.”
“There.” The girl’s hands cease their movements and she redraws them in a flash. He gives a grunt of annoyance. She seems so angry with him – or maybe just at life in general? “Now you can go out there and fight whoever the hell you want and spend days fighting pointless battle after pointless battle or whatever it is you rebel-types do. If you’ll excuse me, I have an Avatar to catch up to.” She pushes off the ground and strides towards the exit as fast as her long legs will take her. She is halfway across the room before realizing that her companion has yet to move from Jet’s side.
Jet watches as she rolls her eyes and stifles a groan.
“Fine.” She huffs as she moves back towards him. He tries to get up, but she’s there in an instant pushing him back down and running her hands over him once more.
“What are you – ” He starts, but she cuts him off.
“Just making sure I didn’t miss any damage. Even though I didn’t and she knows I didn’t and she just wants to bug me, because she thinks she knows what’s best for me or something stupid like that. And – ” The girl continues to ramble on and Jet blushes as she runs her fingers down his thighs, checking for bruising that she missed. A moment later, she leans back, crossing her arms over her chest and whipping her head around to look the older woman head on.
“There, Earth Mother. Are you happy? He’s 110% healed now. And I’ve wasted even more valuable time. We’re never going to catch up the Avatar and his stupid friends at this rate. How am I suppose to help him if I can’t find him?”
Earth Mother just smiles and pats the pouting girl on the head.
“Don’t worry, my dear. I’m sure will make up the distance in no time. You’ve done a very good thing today. But maybe it would help if you were to…umm… talk to your patient?” She looks right at Jet and smiles another one of those too-warm smiles. Luckily she turns her head before he can start to sweat under her gaze. “Hello, dears. This is Shana and this – ” she gestures to a small dog-rabbit at her side that he hadn’t noticed before, “Is Toshi. Oh and you can call me Earth Mother.” She adds happily. “We’re sorry for the abrupt intrusion in your…” She takes a look around the small cave and bites at her lip. “…home.”
“It’s not our home.” Smellerbee says quickly. She extends a hesitating hand to the large woman. “I'm not a fan of strangers, but you guys saved Jet. Oh and I’m Smellerbee – and that’s Longshot.” She says, pointing to her other companion still carefully guarding the door.
As Smellerbee and Earth Mother make small talk, Shana tries desperately to avoid his gaze. He knows he’s acting like a creep, but he can’t stop looking at her. She’s a Waterbender, but not in the way that Katara is. She’s a healer and a damn good one at that. She’d saved him from the edge of death. And they both know it.
“Jet.” He informs her, extending a hand, which she quickly slaps away.
“Stop it. I didn’t think I’d have to tell you that you’re supposed to rest now, but I guess I do. Just because I healed you, doesn’t mean that your body is completely recovered from the shock and the damage. You need to take things slowly. Dumbass.” She tells him with a withering look.
For a moment he wonders if she’d be this way in bed, before deciding that he really needs to stop thinking that about all the girls he meets. Fucking hormones.
“For a healer,” He mutters, his voice a hoarse whisper – had he screamed? It hurt to talk. “You’re kind of a bitch.”
Suddenly, her hands are pressed against his chest again and her leg is swung uncomfortably in between his own and he holds back a moan as the girl (or maybe she was more of a woman than he’d thought) bears down on him. She presses her lips to his ear and places a hand on his neck, right by the pulse.
“If I were you – I’d be more grateful. I don’t care how pretty or powerful you think you are, Jet. But if I wanted to I could stop your heart right now. Cut off the oxygen going to your brain. Make the water inside of you bleed out, ‘til your nothing but a fucking husk. You’ve already slowed me down, do not piss me off.”
And – Damn – her hair smells like fucking strawberries. And he’s not scared so much as completely turned on and she is nothing like Katara, but she saved his fucking life and he wants to repay her by letting her bear his children or something stupid like that and – SHIT – he can feel her whole body against his and he wouldn’t move even if he could.
“Shana!”
The pressure is gone almost instantly and he mourns for the loss of her warmth and those cold eyes focused on his face and her hands on his chest and he is so pathetic….
Earth Mother sighs heavily and places her hands on her hips.
“I’ve told you a hundred times – don’t threaten the injured! He has no idea what he’s saying. Come on – it’s time to head out. I promised we’d help get them all to the exit and then we can split off. This darling child was kind enough to tell where she thinks the Avatar and his little friends are headed. Don’t worry – I’m sure your new pal there,” She nods towards Jet, “Will get over you soon enough.”
He watches as Shana nods and turns back to him and her eyes have lost some of their earlier malice. Almost gently she places a finger to the pulse on his neck. Instantly, his vision begins to fog and the last thing he sees before passing out is a kind, crooked smile on Shana’s face.
He wakes up five hours later to the smell of pine and fish. Smellerbee brings him water and Longshot stands guard – as he always seems to – and his chest hurts, but only a little.
For the next three days, he thinks about them now and again. Shana the healer and Earth Mother the warm lady. Both mysteries to him. Sometimes he wonders if he imagined them. Neither Smellerbee nor Longshot mention anything about them. Eventually, he decides it doesn’t matter. Whether they existed or were figments of his broken body isn’t really important. For the time being, he simply allows himself to enjoy his friend’s company. Taking comfort in Longshot’s silence and Smellerbee’s anger. He is alive and home and why should it matter to him whether a Healer and a maybe-Firebender really existed?
He decides it doesn’t and pretends that the only reason he’s now following the Avatar is because he wants to help their cause.
- - -
“Oooo, Shana-honey. That boy was gorgeous. I totally understand why you felt the need to straddle him, but honestly, love, did you have to do it right there in front of his best friends? I think the girl near about had ten heart attacks. Just be glad I managed some quick thinking with that excuse, don’t you agree, Toshi?” She asked the pup in her arms. He wriggled his nose at her and nipped lightly at her fingers in response.
“Shut-up, Earth Mother.” Shana growled, hoping that the night sky hid her blush. “That isn’t what I was doing and you know it. Now stop running your mouth and move. We’re close – I can feel it.”
And she refuses to say that she hopes that she meets him again one day.
They walk on.
a/n: I've been working on this for awhile now. Came out a lot more...romantic than it was supposed to. I don't ship my characters with the avatar cast. But I guess if Shana healed him, Jet could fall in love with her. It happens with nurses and wars and shit. Shana, however, has a bit of a Sokka obsession, but she won't admit it. She does find Jet very attractive though.
More on these characters in the future probably.
