Two minutes

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Author's note :

Hey, thanks so much for the rewiews!

Ok, guys, you convinced me. I changed my opinion and will write some more chapters.

Sorry for the mistakes, this is my very first try to write a fanfic.

I fixed that problem with the quotation signs and corrected the failure concerning Sylwanin.

Thanks again for your help !

Summary:

What was Mo'at thinking, when Jake arrived ? It's the moment when his fate was decided.

This one-shot is about the scene when Neytiri brought Jake to the Omaticaya for the first time.

They told her that Neytiri had brought a dreamwalker with her –she maintained that there was a sign from Eywa. Mo'at wondered how that happened.

What demanded Eywa concerning a dreamwalker, a sky person? Anyway, she should have a look at him and went downstairs, into the den.

And she stepped directly into a little tumult. Some warriors were holding the dreamwalker, others furiosly shouting and Neytiri was snarling at him.

Mo'at looked at his face and and saw no awareness of guilt, just surprise and confusion. Obviously there happened a misunderstanding, no attack from the dreamwalker. She finished the turmoil with an authorative call, then she told the People that she's going to have a look on this alien, and walked straightly to the dreamwalker.

When she had a closer look at him, she was slightly surprised that he seemed to be somehow different from the other dreamwalkers she had seen before. His face was different – in contrast to the other dreamwalkers, he had the flat nose of a Na'vi, not that protruding, pointed noose the sky persons had, which appeared, slightly changed and flattened, on their dreamwalker bodies too. In spite of his human features - with somewhat bigger eyes and without the stripes of hair (she remembered Graceaugustine calling them brows) above them - the look of his face would have come very close to the look of a Na'vi face.

Though it had the height and the features of an adult, his body looked somehow new, with the sleek,soft skin of a young child. The sky people must have made it just lately. No signs of use, not like the ones at the dreamwalker body of Graceaugustine.

There was an innocence in this eyes, a childlike ignorance, and an hardly hiddened sadness too – like an orphaned lonely child, but otherwise, there was as well the strength and rigor of a hardened fighter. An innocent child inside a warrior. Strange. What happened to him?

A weak scent reached her nose. "Manhood ?", she asked herself surprised. All the other dreamwalker bodies were sterile, looking adult though, but never emitting the scent of maturity.

She walked around him. The dreamwalker winced, when she examined his queue. It looked normally, but this was the case with any of the other dreamwalker's queues as well. All of them had fully functionally queues, they where just to foolish to use them.

Then she grasped his tail, lifting it, and to her surprise she saw the set of glands at the downside of his tail's base. They were still small, typical for a youth, but in two or three months, this dreamwalker would be a fully grown man.

What was the meaning of this ? Had the sky people learned how to produce bodies which were more similar to Na'vi bodies, or was this one just an accident?

"What are you called ?" she asked him.

"Jake Sully," he answered, quite self-conciously. Under different circumstances, Mo'at would have smiled about that somewhat puppylike way he looked at her.

She decided to taste his blood. Maybe there would be an answer.

He flinched when she stroke his chest with the thornlike knife which was part of the ornate of a Tsahik. His blood tasted nearly like the blood of a Na'vi, had just a very faint aftertaste of sky people.

Interesting. This dreamwalker puzzled her more and more. Why did Eywa sent the atokirinas to him? He even didn't seem to know who Eywa was. "Ask him !", a voice inside her commanded.

"Why did you come to us ?" she asked him in a quite austere manner.

"I came to learn." The dreamwalker seemed to be even more intimidated now.

Mo'at decided to grill him out a bit more: "We have tried to teach other sky people. It is hard to fill a cup which is already full."

" My cup is empty, trust me. Just ask Dr. Augustine. I'm no scientist."

"Yes. You really don't behave like the scientist dreamwalkers we saw before", she thought by herself, „but what is the true reason for your being here?"

"What are you ?", she pressed him again.

"I was a Marine – a warrior. Of the Jarhead clan."

So her impression was right. He was warrior – though a rather unusual one.

Behind her, Tsu'tey called out, disbelieving and annoyed: "A warrior! I could kill him easily!"

"Yes, in his present state, you probably could do that in no time.", Mo'at pondered, "But I could bet he would bring you in serious trouble, when this dreamwalker is used to this new body."

Mo'at felt that she had to make a decision now, but she was still unsure what to do with him. A part of her wanted him to stay. Maybe there was a possibility to heal his twitched sky people mind. He seemed to have a good heart, a strong spirit and – the atokirinas came to him. And the compassionate part of herself told her to care for that abandoned sad child inside him.

There must have been a reason for all this. And she was curious about him, being so different from the other dreamwalkers.

But otherwise she sensed some kind of danger coming from him. That kind of danger an ignorant child could cause to others with it's clueless acts.

At the end Eytukan made the decision for her.

He countered Tsu'tey's challenge : " No! This is the first warrior dreamwalker we have seen. We need to learn about him."

So he would stay. "Good,"she thought by herself, "but it would be of no use if we just watch him like an animal." Mo'at wanted to see his abilities, his character and – first of all – the purpose of his attendance. And the best way to find this out was to teach him the ways of the Na'vi. It would be a n ordeal for the strength of his heart, as well for his mind and his body.

Suddenly there was another thought: Neytiri. Since the death of Sylwanin, her beloved sister, beautiful Sylwanin, who was so bright, so spirited, so amicable, brutally killed by the sky people, shot just before Neytiri's face, her younger daughter's heart was broken.

After Sylwanin's funeral, Neytiri withdrawed more and more from the clan and became reluctant to take part on the lessons she had to learn as future Tsahik instead of Sylwanin now. Mo'at was unconsolable about the loss of her older daughter, but Neytiri's heart seemed to be even more hurt, so that she was going to become a hardheartened, lonely hunter, caring for the People with supplies of meat, but not longer taking part in the social life of the clan. How could she ever become a Tsahik with that broken heart?

And then she brought this dreamwalker with her.

Teaching him could help her to come along, to get rid of her anger. Probably, in her rage about the sky people, she would beat the crap out of him, but the dreamwalker was strong. He would stand it. And, when she managed to get rid of her anger, Neytiri's soul maybe could be healed.

And so Mo'at made a decision of her own when she slowly strode at the side of her mate. After a short look to Eytukan, she went to her daughter.

" Daughter, you will teach him our way, to speak and to walk as we do."

Neytiri stared at Mo'at, at first incredulous, then enraged.

"Why me ?" she complained furiously, "That's not fair. I only..."

Mo'at refused any further discussing: " It is decided !"

Ignoring her daughter's anger, she turned to Jakesully andexplained to him in the language of the sky people: " My daughter will teach you our ways. Learn well, Jakesully. We will see if your insanity can be cured."

In her mind Mo'at added: "And we will see if you can heal my daughter's heart as well."