So hi! I, like others here, fell in love with Avatar. So now I'm writing a few extended scenes just for fun. This (below) is the first. A couple of things before you read…

1. I know Jake isn't spelled with an 'H' in it. But I love how Neytiri says Jake's name, with the soft 'J' then the 'H', so that's why that is the way it is.

2. I used an online Na'vi vocabulary and translated what I could. Some of the words are really cool, so I used them!

3. Im only going to say this once, I don't own Avatar. Don't want to own it either. I'll leave it with James Cameron; mostly because he's a genius and I wouldn't enjoy it as much if I created it.

Neytiri exhaled sharply as she released a second arrow from her bow and saw it pierce the older man in the metal machine. She ran over to her Jake's body as the man in metal breathed his last, a look of victory and painful joy on his face as he fell with a metallic crash. Without a beat, the female Na'vi turned and shook the body of her fallen mate, screaming at his seemingly sleeping form.

"Jhake!" she yelled, expecting for him to wake up and smile at her once more. The blue warrior did not move. "Jhake!" she yelled again, feeling his face.

The Na'vi turned her head as she heard peculiar sounds from the metal cage behind her and ran towards it, her golden eyes looking upon the pale human inside on the ground; his own eyes were cold and struggling for life. It took less than an instant to recognize those eyes. Those were the eyes of the Na'vi she had killed aynantang {Many Viperwolves} for. The eyes of the Na'vi who had betrayed all he knew just to fight his adopted kind. The eyes she finally gave into at the tree of voices not even days ago.

Her Jake's eyes; Warm and calming, yet fierce and piercing; but not now, now they were only cold.

Cold and lifeless.

She quickly rushed inside through the broken area and knelt over the frail form, picking him up softly so not to hurt him. "Jhake!" she yelled once more, pleading with the limp Dreamwalker. "My Jhake!" Her eyes caught a clear mask like the other man had and without thinking or hesitating grabbed it and placed it on his face, a small whine of frustration escaping her throat. She waited for a few seconds to see life come through those eyes once more; it didn't happen.

Three seconds passed.

The man's body did not move.

Neytiri could feel tears in her eyes as she gripped the man's body a little harder, pleading with Eywa that he might live.

A few more seconds passed.

The man's body twitched lightly, his eyes flickering twice before his hands flailed up to the clear mask, pressing a button and breath surging back through the man's body. A wide-eyed Neytiri looked down on the man as his eyes met hers, the two smiling. Jake placed his pale hand on her face and she knew from the touch that he would be all right.

Her Jake was still alive.

"I see you…" he finally said weakly, receiving a larger smile along with several tears from the female Na'vi over him.

"I see you…" she replied softly, her hand touching his. Outside a branch snapped, receiving the attention of the Na'vi; her thin form quickly crawling out of the metal cage to protect her weakened human ally only to see three of her kind approaching the area, weapons at the ready. Their eyes went quickly from the slain palulukan {Thanator} to the fallen machine with the dead human inside to the body of Toruk Makto, seemingly lifeless on the ground. Neytiri approached the three who relaxed their bows and reported the base of the humans had been captured and that the last of the soldiers were finally surrendering.

The war was over. They had won.

When asked about Toruk Makto, Neytiri turned at the sound of a metal door, hoping to see the human form of her mate come walking out, alive and as strong as ever. The look in her eyes went from hope to confused sorrow when a weak shadow of a man came rolling out in a metal chair, looking barely alive. She took several steps toward him and then remembered the night he was taken to the clan.

"My cup is already empty" were his words from that night; and as he attempted to get down the steps, she could see why. The final step of the metal stairs caused a wheel to lock and Jake the marine fell from his chair. The frail man did not touch the ground, instead a blue arm held him up and tried to help him stand, only to let go and let his body fall to the ground in pain. Attempting to help once more, she tried to lift him into his chair but he raised his hand to her face refusing. Neytiri stepped back watched as the man who led the many clans of Pandora to victory against the sky people, the man who tamed a Taruk just to earn the trust of her people back, a man who she chose to mate with to the end of her days fight with all his strength just to pull his own body into a chair.

She fell to one knee in silence as her eyes locked with the human man. Without saying a word she placed her hands on his legs, feeling how thin they were under the fabric. Jake looked in her eyes breathing hard; she knew then and there why he was so persistent to learn. Why he was so persistent to be one of the people. Why he came to help even when all hope was lost.

This planet was all that mattered to him. The Omaticaya were the only people to take him.

She was all he had now.

His human body had decayed while dreamwalking and his life as a Na'vi was all there was now. She slowly placed her head against his, closing her eyes.

"I didn't want you to see me like this" he finally said weakly, his eyes forming tears.

Neytiri shook her head, her large eyes still closed. "It would not matter Jhake…" She leaned back, opening her eyes and locking them with his once more. "You are no less an Omaticaya because of this…you are still the one I chose…" She stood tall. "You are the same warrior I saw many months ago…Still the Omaticaya I love." She turned her head, telling the other three to bring the body of Taruk Makto along.

"Let us get to your base."

So yeah…that's kinda it right now. If you have a scene that you really like in the movie and want to see it expanded or built upon, just let me know.

Also, if you liked it, or even if you hated it, let me know as well. As a writer, i'm always interested in what my readers think of my work, good or ill.

By Ewya's grace shall we meet again…

- ÐѓдҜΘИΪ§