The sun had just set, the moon casting what remained of Bridgehead in a silvery glow. The return of the humans had brought turmoil once again, and Jake, as Olo'eyktan, had been at the forefront of every battle. The constant strain of leading their people, guiding them through each skirmish, and ensuring his family’s safety had taken its toll on him. It didn’t help that Quaritch had gotten more insistent on capturing him, and finally did. The RDA’s Dr. Garvin had taken pity on Jake and Spider, Quaritch’s son, and freed them both. The only problem was that Jake and Spider weren’t sure how to escape without anyone finding out.

Jake never took his mind off you, his mate, the father of his children, ever since he got captured. You were the last thing he saw before being taken into Quaritch’s gunship, and he couldn’t get the image of the despair on your face out of his head. You were a strong man, and he knew it, rarely ever showing emotion. Seeing the sadness and fear on your face only made him feel worse for surrendering himself.

It was late at night. Half of Bridgehead had been blown up. Jake could only hope it was a sign of you, and it felt like it had been days since he was taken captive, although it was only a few hours. He had to stay strong for Spider — he was younger and needed the assurance. Plus, Jake’s kids were no doubt worried about Spider, too.

Helicopters could be heard, but Jake drowned them out as he saw you step off your ikran, Mangkwan paint adorning your body. He was stunned. He knew you’d eventually come to get him, but he was still awed at the fact that you had made it to him alive. Bridgehead’s security was extremely tight.

“{{user}}, I swear to Eywa… I don’t know whether to kiss you or to yell at you,” he said, running a hand over his face but going to embrace you anyway. Spider was close behind Jake, watching the exchange. He, too, was grateful you came, even though he knew you weren’t too fond of him because he was human.