And then she discovered the slash pairing of Jet and Zuko...

Hey there readers! I just found the word doc on my new laptop! Sorry, this isn't a journal (smacks head)

So, JETKO! Ot JetxZuko. Jet and Zuko from Avatar: Last Airbender/ Legend of Aang.

Warning: YAOI! M-NESS FOR LATER CHAPTERS. JET AND ZUKO LOVLINESS!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I do not own Avatar. Etc.

Now my pretties... ENJOY! XD

It had been two whole weeks since Zuko had eaten a good meal. If he was always cranky on a good diet just imagine poor Iroh having to put up with a hungry and cranky fire bending prince.

Zuko had been silent for the entire trip down the road. The only noises made in his direction were from his stomach. Iroh raised a brow at his usually vocally active nephew.

"Zuko, are you feeling all right? You haven't spoken a word since we left the camping sight."

No reply. Iroh was now in search for another conversation.

"I know you must be tired and hungry, but we'll reach an Inn soon."

Stubborn and desperate for a way to make it quiet again, Zuko finally spoke; "I'm not tired or hungry, uncle."

Zuko's voice was soft but Iroh could feel the underlining frustration in it. The teen was always respectful of his uncle, even if he was hot headed and lost his tongue more than often. Unfortunately for Zuko, Iroh wasn't in the mood for a silent walk; the two hadn't shared any form of gossip or conversation or thought for far too long and Iroh was bored.

"So, how did you sleep last night?"

"Fine."

The prince adjusted his wide straw hat. Was that it?

"Are you hungry?"
"We don't have any food left."

Again, a soft tone with underlining frustration. It was rather amusing, Zuko hadn't held his temper this well in a long time. Maybe the tiredness was weakening him.

"Oh come on Zuko, you must be a little bit hungry."

Now Zuko snapped, flailing his arms at his uncle; "I said I'm not hungry!"

His tone echoed throughout the trees and the two had stopped. It went silent.

An enormous rumble penetrated Zuko's stomach and the scarred prince clenched his clothing, blushing. Iroh smiled

"Well your stomach doesn't agree with your words nephew."

Zuko was silenced with embarrassment, but since he didn't agree with embarrassment, he began to snap.

"Just what do you suggest we eat uncle? We're in the middle of a forest, we have been for days without sign of any civilisation with no money and no damn Inn!"

Iroh, a smile still plainly on his face, wondered off the trail.

"We will eat pine cones. They are very good for you, you know."

Zuko slumped, his hopes of a wise suggestion broken and scattered into the wilderness.

"...Pine Cones...?"

The prince stood leaning against a tree, tossing a tiny pine cone up and down, as his uncle foraged around on the ground, collecting his meal.

"Look Zuko, a nice big one! Do you want this one?"
Zuko scowled. He gripped his pine cone tightly and began his little rant. It was about time.

"No uncle, I don't want any stupid Pine Cones! I want to find that Inn and get a real hot meal! Why are we wasting time picking up dirty goddamn pine cones?"

The teen hurled his `food` into the trees. Still in a good mood, Iroh looked at the pine cone quickly disappearing into the distance.

"Nice throw... but... now there's only three to eat."

The old man looked down at what he had in his hands. Zuko growled and pulled at his buzz-cut of short black hair.

Not a second after the pine cone disappeared behind a bundle of bushes and trees, a man's voice shouted in pain. Iroh began to walk towards the noise and Zuko asked, a little worried

"Where're you going uncle...?"
Iroh replied in his usual `good Samaritan` voice.

"Well you obviously hit someone... I'm going to see if they are all right."

Zuko didn't want to be blamed for any thing.

"You don't need to do that uncle!"

Iroh sat with the middle aged man on the forest floor; "Yes, I'm terribly sorry about the pine cone... My nephew has quiet the temper." He whispered.

Zuko stood leaning against another tree grumbling about how Iroh didn't need to mention that he was the one who threw it. The man gave a smile.

"That's perfectly okay. It was only an accident."

Unfortunately for the man, the little incident had led to all of his foraged munchies- which he worked hard to gather- to be stolen by little forest creatures. They were very quick and stole all of his munchies before Iroh and Zuko had found him.

Iroh asked if there was any way his nephew could make up for the mishap- since it was his fault. The man insisted that he needed nothing, but Iroh's gentle persistence led to the man leading them back to his home which was a tiny farm. He grew many things but mainly potatoes. His family were inside and they greeted Zuko and Iroh kindly.

The rest of the day was spent with Zuko ploughing what little land they had alongside the farmers son. Iroh picked weeds with the farmers wife and two daughters. That night, the two were allowed to stay the night and they had a hot meal of potatoes and egg. It was a combination Zuko wasn't familiar with but he ate it regardless.

The next day, the farmers son had come down with an illness and Iroh was concerned.

"Is there any thing we can do?"
The farmer was frantic, their family had run out of medicine and they needed to sell off their newly harvested potatoes. Unfortunately, the son was the family member who worked on the stall further up the road as the father travelled to the town in the other direction. The daughters travelled to the docks to sell the eggs and dry foods for voyages and the wife stayed home to watch the animals. All that carefully planned routine was now in jeopardy.

"Well, that meal last night is worth more days of work if you ask me. My nephew and I would be honoured if you allowed us to help you. It's the least we can do."

The farmer insisted there was nothing else they could do.

"I couldn't possibly! You've already done more than you need to!"

Iroh smiled and told the farmer that he could make a medicine to give to the boy but the medicine would only subside the more serious effects of the illness. The boy would still need the proper medicine.

The farmer thanked them both greatly and set off on his trek to the town as the daughters set off towards the river docks. Iroh dumped Zuko with the hand pulled wooden cart filled with potatoes.

"Uncle, we don't have time for this. The Avatar -!"

Iroh silenced Zuko.

"It's always the same excuses with you. If I didn't know you, I'd say you were obsessed... and since I do know you I know that you are. These people here need our help and the least we can do is assist. It's only five days and the young boy needs the money for the medicine."
Zuko had noticed the boy was rather odd yesterday.

"Fine." He snapped. Roughly, the young prince snagged the handles of the cart and grumpily trundled off. Zuko had been given directions to the families makeshift stall. When he found it, he thought that it had maybe been vandalised. It was made of broken wooden boards and crooked nails and it basically looked a mess.

The cranky teen sat behind the little wooden disaster and waited. He didn't know what to do, did he just wait? Was he supposed to walk up and down the road to flag in potential potato lovers? What did he do? He was never really good at sitting still. Eventually he began to tap his foot and looked up and down the road. Nothing.

As time passed, he found himself tidying up the old stall. He decided to engage his bored mind and refused to think of his actions as an act of extra kindness, this family was a pain in his ass as far as he was aware. Suddenly, he heard foot steps in the form of cracking twigs. He shot up so fast he nearly dove over the stall- now better looking and sturdier thanks to his creative skills.

A young man- maybe his age or a year or two younger- slowed to a stop in front of the stall. There was a minute or so of awkward silence between the two before Zuko numbly began in an odd voice- uncertain of how to begin.

"Uh... I'm selling... potatoes."
He could just heard his uncle hysterically laughing at the fact his all high and might and serious nephew said `potatoes`. Some how, it just wasn't a word you would usually hear someone of Zuko's `standard` (?) say.

The young man before him had seriously tanned skin and chocolate brown hair and eyes. He seemed to have an air of `cool` about him which was so strong it was nearly suffocating yet overly enchanting at the same time. Zuko got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the teen. He noted that the boy also happened to be chewing on some kind of grass or wheat. Maybe he was part cow and was set meal-wise by eating grass?

The boy turned to Zuko fully and smiled- or smirked.

"I can see that." He said; humour in his voice as he cocked his head towards the cart of potatoes. Another minute of awkwardness- Zuko didn't do well with awkward.

"Do you... want to buy some...?"

The teen strolled over to the cart and examined the product.

"Where's the guy who usually watches over this stand?"

Zuko guessed they were maybe acquaintances or friends and hoped that his explanation might save him from more awkward moments.

"He's fallen ill and I'm doing a favour for his family so that they can buy him medicine."

The teen nodded and looked at the potatoes a little longer. Zuko wondered how the boy could possibly be contemplating about potatoes so deeply... they were just potatoes. Suddenly, the boy grinned and picked up a bundle.

"I guess my troops could use a little potato in their meal tonight."

Somehow, completely intrigued by the possible mentioning of an army, Zuko decided to question the boy.

"Troops?"
Zuko's golden eyes seemed to sparkle a little bit and the chocolate haired teen spotted that.

"Yep. I've got my freedom fighters doin' all they can for our country. They've been working hard."

Freedom fighters? Zuko could swear he'd actually heard of such a group. They weren't a fire nation operation were they? No, he'd heard terrified fire nation soldiers tell stories about the fierce freedom fighters who were a thorn in the ass. He tried to recall their leaders name... this boy fit the leaders description.

"You're Jet... right?"
Jet had a glow about him, evidentially amused this stranger knew of him.

"Famous am I? Yeah, that's me. How much?"
How much? How much what? Zuko then looked at the bulging pouch full of money.

"Oh."

Jet set out the amount for the potatoes and then some. Zuko- deciding to be a good Samaritan by chance- pointed out that the teen had given him too much. Jet smirked and leaned over the stall, holding the shiny coin in Zuko's face.

"'S for good customer service."
With a wink Zuko wasn't really expecting or prepared for, Jet was off with his sack of potatoes an a farewell wave.

Zuko's cheeks felt warm- he was only familiar with embarrassment or anger burning his cheeks, but this was definitely something else. He decided he didn't like where this was going and began to double check the money, tossing in his `bonus` and fulfilling his `good Samaritan` duties for the day.

"I don't need charity damn it."