bestfriend!jasontodd who rolls his eyes when you say you didnt come to him because you wanted to do it by yourself “and look how that turned out….”

bestfriend!jasontodd who demands you tell him who the mechanics were and may or may not make a quick visit during an “early morning snack run” (he didnt hurt anyone - at least thats what he told you)

bestfriend!jasontodd who returns with $700 dollars

bestfriend!jasontodd who ignores your very skeptical look and says he just “found it on the side of the road”

“you just found it on the street?”

jason shrugs putting his hans in his pockets, “yeah, it was lying there, so i thought..”

“you thought, what? that it was finders keepers?” you ask.

“well no one was using it!”

bestfriend!jasontodd who insists you take the money and gets grumpy when you dont (its all an act he’ll just slip it into random places around your apartment when you're not looking)

bestfriend!jasontodd who jumps at the suggestion that you take a “stand in boyfriend” next time you want to go to the mechanic, screw doing it himself he wants to do that

bestfriend!jasontodd who DOES NOT accidentally break something in you car so he can take you to a (reliable-ish) mechanic that was 100% dick….

bestfriend!jasontodd who hesitantly holds your hand as you enter the shop, and at your confused look murmurs that he’s getting into character

bestfriend!jasontodd who cant stop himself from calling you love and enjoys the way it makes you pause each time he says it

bestfriend!jasontodd who wanders off to inspect your car while its being fixed but still watching you carefully while you’re left alone for a few moments with the other mechanic

“you got yourself a mighty fine man right there,” the old man says nodding to jason who is sticking his head into something he probably shouldn’t. still keeping his eyes on you occasionally

“oh… thank you,” you blush not sure what to say, and ignoring the warmth in your gut at his words.

“he looks at you like you hang the stars, give him some time and i’m sure he’ll be spewing out a confession in no time.” the mechanic says, a smile on his face. you look over to jason who is listening so intently to what the man is saying you think he might trip over something as he follows him around the car.

“oh no, no its-“

“i used to have a friend exactly like him, and you know what i did, dear?” the mechanic shoots you a knowing look. “i married him.” he pauses. “once he screwed his head on first and told me.” another loaded pause. “give him time.”

he then wanders off as if he didnt just drop the bombshell into your life

bestfriend!jasontodd who sees your stunned face and walks back over and asks what’s wrong, looking between you and the mechanic who just winks at you with confusion

bestfriend!jasontodd who did not let you pay for anything but as it turns out, it was given as a freebie, the mechanic at the counter (the same one you were talking to) cheerfully saying it was on the house

bestfriend!jasontodd who has the decency to look sheepish when you tell him to give the $700 from earlier to them, only to find out he already gave it to you (and you know he hid it)

bestfriend!jasontodd who weeks later finally tells you about his feelings and confesses that the mechanic he was hanging around told him to man up and d something about it.

you can’t help the grin on your face. “thats the same thing the other mechanic told me.”

bestfriend!jasontodd who walks in to the mechanic later that day with your hand in his (this time not pretend) to give them the $700 you eventually found in its entirety. the mechanics both noted the goofy smiles

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

They were expecting you. The Na’vi ambushed your squad, picking them off one by one. Everyone was dead, and you knew you’d be next.

You hadn’t even wanted to be here. Your first mission and this is how you’re going out. You’d voiced your concerns to your squad leader, but she shut you down fast, threatening to lock you up or worse if you said another word. As a soldier, you weren’t allowed to be vocal about your opinions or feelings. You were here to do a job. And if anyone even hinted at having pity for the Na’vi, they disappeared. No questions asked.

As your breathing slowly leveled and the pounding in your ears faded, the sounds of the forest crept in. This moon was terrifying, yet oddly beautiful. One wrong step, though, and something or someone would kill you.

You were a sitting duck.

The coos and clicks of the forest had your eyes darting in every direction. All you had left to defend yourself was a pocket knife.

A snap caught your attention. What you assumed was a branch breaking echoed through the air. You were screwed.

You winced, pushing off the tree as quietly as you could. You couldn’t go out like this. You had to fight. The moment you took a step, your body gave out. You collapsed to the ground with a hoarse groan, pain burning through you. You were worse off than you had thought.

Footsteps thudded against the ground as something or someone approached. The world was becoming a blur. Large blue shadows loomed over your body, their conversation was muffled as you fell in and out of consciousness. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out, soon everything went black.

•••

“What are they gonna do with her?”

“Who knows, they might torture her for information.”

“She looks dead.”

“Shhh Tuk! You’re going to get us caught.”

Voices had awaken you, a mixture of Na’vi and English. You didn’t know if you were alive or dead. It sure felt like you were dead though. Your entire body ached, as you opened your eyes bright lights blinded you forcing them back closed. As they slowly began adjusting, you looked around to see what seemed to be a lab/ medical trailer. Either the resistance got you or Jake did, but you weren’t sure which one you’d prefer.

You tried to reach up and rub your head but you couldn’t, as you slowly gained more consciousness you realized one of your wrists were cuffed to the stretcher you laid on and your other arm was in a sling.

“Hello?” You didn’t even recognize your voice it came dry and hoarse, it was painful to speak. You heard a small gasp come from the other side of the room.

“Lo’ak she’s awake” your head snapped to the small voice, once you made eye contact with whoever spoke they dashed out of the trailer and two others followed.

You had to find a way out of this situation. You looked around for something, anything, to grab. You noticed a scalpel sitting in something what you could assume was to sterilize it. You reached your foot over to pull the table towards you, but then pain shot up your leg, almost paralyzing you with pain. You couldn’t help but groan out loud.

“Trying to escape is useless.” Fuck.

You knew it had to be a Na’vi the accent was thick.

Whoever spoke to you walked around to your line of vision. He was massively tall, muscular, covered in scars and body paint. You recognized his face from company briefings, he was Sully’s eldest son Neteyam. He squatted down to your level and he was still taller than you.

“You wouldn’t make it too far in your condition anyways, you were half dead when we found you.” He said as his large golden eyes raked over your body.

You glared up at him, eyeing his every move. A mixture of emotions was running through you. If you were caught, your training taught you to take out as many Na’vi as you could before going down, but you were in no condition to fight. They could flick you, and you’d be done.

“What’re you going to do with me?” he blinked his face showing no emotion.

“That is up to my father.”

•••

It was him, the man who betrayed his race for aliens. You’ve seen him in photos, heard about him in briefings, the entire human race hates him well besides the peace lovers who riot against the destruction of another planet.

You were in the same bed you woke up in, but now sitting up, you eyed him as he crouched in the trailer, making his way to you. He was holding a bowl with a large leaf in it. It had what looked like some meat and vegetables on it.

“Eat, you need it.”

“No.”

He scoff into a dry chuckle.

“That attitude will get you no where, I know what you’re thinking. I know how you were trained, I was a soldier before you were even a thought. Anything you do I’ve already done, so you might as well cooperate or we can put you right back outside to die.”

“Then why save me? You must want something.”

Silence fell.

“Neteyam, tell me when she’s ready to talk.”

“Yes sir.” He left and his son turned back to you.

Silence fell. You glanced over at the food he left, you don’t know how long you were out and the last time you ate was the morning of the mission.

“Eat, it is good, sterm beast and vegetables.” Before you could get a word out your stomach betrayed you letting out a deep growl.

“How? you have to untie me first.”

Neteyam studied you for a long moment, golden eyes sharp, assessing. Finally, he reached down and unlocked the cuff with a quiet click.

“Do not try anything,” he warned calmly. “I am faster than you.”

You flexed your wrist slowly, wincing. “If I could try anything, I wouldn’t still be here.”

That earned a small huff from him. He held the bowl up, closer this time. It was huge compared to you. You took it carefully, half expecting a trick, but the food was real. Warm. You ate slower than your body wanted to, pride warring with hunger.

“You didn’t kill any of us,” Neteyam said suddenly.

Your eyes flicked up. “I didn’t get the chance.”

“That is not what I mean.” He leaned against the metal wall. “After the explosion you were running, you avoided our hunters. You fired past them when could have shot them.”

Your grip tightened on the leaf. “I didn’t come here to massacre people.”

Silence stretched. Not hostile. Observant.

“You are with RDA,” he said. Not a question.

“Unfortunately...”

•••

Weeks went by as stayed in the medical trailer, guarded, watched. Neteyam rotated shifts with other hunters, their presence heavy and silent. No one spoke to you unless necessary. Even when food was brought, it was slid across metal like an offering made under protest.

Trust didn’t come easy here. You didn’t expect it to.

Jake finally returned with Neytiri. You’ve heard about her too, they even say she’s more ruthless than Jake. Her face was holding a scowl and her bow was already in her hand.

“You say the RDA’s guard will be down during their next supply drop” she said sharply. “You expect us to believe you?”

You swallowed. “I expect you to doubt me.” That seemed to irritate her more than excuses would have.

Neteyam stood near the doorway. “Mother, she warned us without being asked.”

Neytiri’s ears flattened. “Words of a human mean nothing son.”

Jake spoke up. “Then we test her.”

The plan was dangerous. That was clear immediately.

A supply convoy was scheduled to move through the eastern lowlands, skirting the mountain range. Ammunition, rations, replacement parts. If what you said was true, it would confirm everything. If you lied, you’d die before sunset.

You were escorted to the ground by Jake on his ikran, strapped in and terrified, the Hallelujah Mountains stretching beneath you like floating blades of stone.

“They’ll have scanners,” you warned over the coms. “Low-frequency. If you dive from above, they won’t see you until—”

Until it was too late. The convoy came into view two armored transports, AMP escorts, gunships circling lazily. RDA arrogance at its finest.

Jake gave the signal.

Chaos erupted.

Na’vi arrows rained down from above, puncturing fuel tanks with terrifying precision. One transport swerved, engines screaming, before slamming into a rock outcrop. You watched an AMP suit stumble, pilot panicking, before being yanked off the edge by a massive ikran.

Gunfire cracked through the air.

A soldier aimed at Neteyam on his Ikran.

You didn’t think. You aimed your rifle firing into them. Neteyam glanced at you mid-flight. Surprise flickered, then resolve.

The second transport tried to flee.

“Now!” you shouted into the coms. “Its left engine is unshielded!”

Jake didn’t hesitate. One clean shot. Explosion. Fire burst into the sky. When it was over, smoke curled up into the floating mountains like a warning. War cries erupted through out the air as the Na’vi celebrated. Something bloomed in your chest, it felt…good to be on the right side.

•••

The flight back was quiet. You road back with Neteyam securely strapped to his Ikran.

That night, Jake stood before his village giving a speech, it was in Na’vi so you didn’t understand but you assumed it was about you and your alliance to them.

“She warned us,” he said. “She fought with us. She chose.”

Neytiri watched you closely. Then, slowly, she inclined her head.

“You will learn our ways,” she said. “You will not raise a weapon against the people, not anymore.”

“I swear to you I won’t,” you said softly.

Neteyam smiled. Just a little.

In the days that followed, you were moved out of the trailer and into the human lab carved into the mountainside.

You worked alongside them, translating RDA protocols, mapping supply routes, helping dismantle weapons instead of deploying them. For the first time, your knowledge did something good.

•••

The mountains were quiet at night.

You sat near the edge of the platform carved into the rock, legs pulled close, watching the glow of bioluminescent plants far below drift like stars caught in the forest. The wind up here was colder than on the rainforest. It made thinking easier. Oh how you wish you could take this mask off and breathe.

“You are awake.”

You didn’t turn right away. “Just thinking.”

Neteyam stepped beside you, careful not to crowd your space. He rested his hands on his knees, gaze fixed forward instead of on you.

“I have been wondering,” he said after a moment. “Why you chose us.”

You let out a slow breath. You knew this was coming eventually.

“I didn’t at first,” you admitted honestly. “I chose survival.” He glanced at you then. Not accusing. Just listening.

“I grew up knowing that Earth was dying,” you continued quietly. “Oceans poisoned. Cities choking. People starving. We were told Pandora was our second chance. That the Na’vi were savage obstacles...” Your jaw tightened. “I thought I was helping my people live.”

Neteyam’s ears tilted back slightly.

“But watching and learning what the RDA truly did, the things that they don’t tell anyone…” you said, voice roughening, “I realized we weren’t saving a home. We were destroying someone else’s. Burning forests, slaughtering families and animals, just because we could. I watched them murder innocent children who begged for mercy. It made me sick.” You screwed your eyes shut trying to block out the screams of children being separated from their homes.

“Who am I to complain, I’m sure experienced worse.”

You swallowed. “I never agreed with it. I just didn’t think I had a choice. You don’t say no to the RDA and walk away.”

He was quiet for a long time.

“When I saw you in the forest,” he said finally, “you ran instead of shooting. That is not how your soldiers fight.”

“I didn’t want blood on my hands,” you said. “Not yours. Not anyone’s. I just wanted to live long enough to figure out how to stop being part of it.”

Neteyam looked out over the mountains, eyes reflecting the soft glow below.

“My father says choices show who we are,” he said. “Even when they are made out of fear.”

You nodded slowly. “Then I guess this was mine. He stood to his full height, offering you his hand without hesitation.

“You chose well,” he said simply. “Friends?”

You have a weak smile taking his hand, “friends.”

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