The Na'vi say that everyone is born twice…I did not know how literal that was.

"Rogue One is hit." She felt the heat rising around her as bullets pelted the floundering Samson 16. Her mind went on autopilot as she flicked switches that wouldn't save her from the tumultuous plummet. When she had "joked" about martyrdom, she hadn't wanted to be right. "Sorry Jake." She heard the tail end of a boom as her body was engulfed in the flames. The pressures beyond that were simply that, pressures. Her body rocked harshly against the terrain as the remnants of her Samson hit the ground.

"Rogue One!"

She was still alive. Barely. No sensation in her toes, her fingers. She could feel the sticky liquid seep down her body. The throbbing in her head was starting to numb as she found herself weakening. She could barely keep her eyes open.

"Trudy!"

She tried to answer but she felt like she was being pulled into her mind. She wanted to raise her hand to the communicator but there was no sensation. She was going to be trapped in her own body. Her broken, scraped, and burned body. At least the pain was diminishing.

Funny, she thought as she took in the surroundings. Of course her head couldn't move but she had a clear shot of the battle, with the Pandora landscape as a beautiful backdrop. It didn't make sense, the scene. Beauty under so much turmoil. She breathed in but realized her lungs weren't taking in air. It burned.

She could hear steps. Someone or something was coming. She blinked and struggled to open her eyes again. A tiny specimen floated into her view. She immediately thought of it as a dandelion. The kind she'd seen in pictures when she was younger. You could pick them and blow the seeds but the movement was like that of a jellyfish. In air. Strange she thought, she's not underwater. This planet is so weird yet so beautiful.

She blinked again. The footsteps she had heard earlier were gone. Or maybe her hearing was, she couldn't tell. Her vision skewed just as she watched a Na'vi fall to his doom. From this distance he looked so small. She didn't remark internally again as the scene blurred, she tried to take in a breath but her throat refused to cooperate. The only clear thing in her vision was the small jellyfish like creature. A sense of peac flooded her in her dying moments, using her last bout of strength she forced the corner of her mouth up into a smile. And with that she closed her eyes and gave in.

Jake Sully lowered the eye of his bow to align perfectly with the oblivious Tapirus. With a slight inhale that went unheard by the pig like creature, he pulled his right arm back readying his shot.

"Olo'eyktan!" His prey heard the commotion as a young Na'vi warrior ran into the clearing. Jake sighed as his catch escaped, though he turned in time for the adolescent to notice his position. "My apologies Olo'eyktan." The younger nodded towards the retreating beast. "But you must come quickly." Jake's ears perked as his face became serious.

"What is the matter?" Jake asked, the two already sprinting back towards Newkelutrel.

"It is Tsahik Neytiri," Jake's heart sank, "She calls for you, your heir is coming," only for it to beat faster than he thought possible. Jake faltered in his normally easy strides as the truth settled in.

His heir.

His child was coming. Neytiri was finally giving birth. "Olo'eyktan?" Jake flew past the young warrior yelling his halfhearted apologies as he rushed back to the new home of the Omaticaya. He had never run so fast, not even when the thanator had chased him. Jumping effortlessly from branch to branch and swinging on vines, he slipped easily through and around the flora that he'd come to know so intimately the last few years. He approached the base entry of hometree and heard the cries of a female. Disoriented he followed them, as many of the females had gathered around a wailing woman.

"Not here Olo'eyktan." Someone grabbed his arm and redirected him away from the gathering. He was about to protest when he noticed it was Ninat carrying a handful of cloths and she was already pointing in another direction where an even larger gathering of females were. Without another word he was running again. He approached the crowd and the females instantly made a path for him. He drew into the center where his mother in law, Mo'at was crouched next to an uncomfortable looking Neytiri.

"Jake." Neytiri gasped as she rubbed her swollen stomach.

"You are late." Mo'at stated without looking at him. He only smirked as he lowered next to his mate.

"My apologies sa'nok." Mo'at let a ghost of a smile cross her face as she rubbed oils over her daughter's lower body. She began murmuring songs that soon the crowd of women continued. Jake held onto his mate's hand as she moaned. Her lips parted blowing short breaths as she allowed her eyes to close. After a few moments, Neytiri seemed to relax more as she too began singing the song. Jake kept his eyes on her face. Mo'at stopped suddenly and stared into her daughter's half lidded eyes.

"It is time." She moved between Neytiri's legs just as the girl let out a shriek. Jake rubbed her head in comfort.

"Almost there."

"Easy for you," she gasped as pain rippled up her spine, "to say." Jake watched as her face contorted in pain, his smile slipping from his face as hers turned to a grimace. He grabbed her queue with his free hand and then his own, not quite sure what had possessed him to do so. Neytiri noticed what he was doing. "Jake?" She questioned. He didn't answer as he connected the two together. Immediately her pain faded ten-fold while his increased with the same amount.

"God," he groaned as he settled into the onslaught of pain he could feel coming from his mate's body, "this hurts worse than getting shot." Neytiri went to laugh just as a particularly debilitating pain ripped through her and her laugh turned into a scream. Her screams faded though as the sound of a crying child ripped through the combined noises of yelling and singing.

Mo'at held up her daughter's daughter before the gathered. "Neytiri'itey." She murmured in partial awe. "What shall you call your eldest child?" Jake frowned. He hadn't thought of any names for the child. Nor had he conferred with Neytiri.

"Grace," She answered to his surprise. He found himself pleased with the notion even if she hadn't discussed it with him, "after our friend Toktor Augustine." Mo'at hummed in satisfaction and held the child up to the gathering once more.

"She shall be called Grace, Tsahik after my daughter, and a future leader of our people." The women chorused in excitement and agreement. Mo'at finally turned to hand the child to Neytiri when the female moaned in pain again.

"What's wrong?" Jake panicked feeling the pain as well. Mo'at frowned as she silently inspected her still ailing daughter. "Sa'nok what is happening?"

"I am unsure." Mo'at answered truthfully. Jake's tail whipped in panic. "She should not feel more pain after birth." The elder continued as she touched her child in various places. Jake, feeling helpless began rubbing Neytiri but her moans only grew louder. Why was she still in pain if she had already given-

"Wait," Mo'at ceased her movements and snapped her eyes to Jake, "check for another." Jake said quickly. Mo'at blinked in surprise.

"Another?"

"Check for another baby. She may still be with child." He explained quickly. Mo'at hesitated before doing as he asked. Seconds later Mo'at spoke.

"You are correct Jakesully, I see another head." Before he could reply Mo'at was already working to deliver the second child. Just as before, Neytiri let out a wail before expelling the child. High pitched cries flooded once more as everyone watched in awe of the second child born of their Tsahik. "Jakesully, can you explain this." Mo'at said as she cuddled the second child.

"Twins," He breathed instantly thinking of his slain brother whom he hadn't thought of in some time. "Two children born at the same time."

"Tweens." Mo'at repeated. Jake didn't bother to correct her pronunciation. "And what will you call this child? Second child of Olo'eyktan and Tsahik." All eyes fell on Jake as Neytiri breathed a few recovering breaths. Jake thought for a moment before a name effortlessly flowed from his lips.

"Trudy." Mo'at smiled before turning to the gathered again.

"Trudee second born and tsmuke of Grace. May Eywa grace their home." The Omaticaya echoed the blessing.

"Jake Sully the great Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan and savior of the Omaticaya people," Norm exclaimed, gesturing wildly as he sat with his friend against the base of a tree. "Somehow I never imagined you having kids though, and beating Max and Rachel at that." Norm nudged Jake who only laughed at the suggestion. Everyone had watched how easily Max and his "lookout" Rachel had hit it off only weeks after the expulsion of the RDA. During the respective preparations for the attacks, Max had served as inside man while Rachel had volunteered to be his right hand. "At the speed those two were moving, it's a surprise they haven't started their own clan back at base." Jake chuckled at Norm's joke who only smiled in return. Truth was, he always joked when he got nervous. "So where are your girls?" He asked, serious all of a sudden. Jake pretended not to notice the change.

"Neytiri is taking the girls to the Tree of Souls to bond with Eywa. It's as of much importance as a human child's christening." Jake tossed a rock into the air and caught it easily. "At least that's what I make of her explanation."

"And you're not there because-"

"She made it real clear that it was no men allowed." Norm laughed then the two settled into a comfortable silence. Jake noticed Norm's nervous fidgeting. "So how's warrior training coming along?" Norm stopped moving.

"It's coming." The scientist scratched the top of his head. "I finally get to choose an Ikran." His voice lost some confidence.

"When?"

"Tomorrow." Jake nodded, realizing why his friend was so unnerved and tense. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"You'll do fine Norm." Norm smiled though it was obvious he was still hesitant. "And if not, I'll assure you that we'll have a wonderful funeral for you." Norm punched Jake in the shoulder as he laughed.

"Jerk."

Tiny blue hands reached up for the tendrils of the Tree of Souls.

"Tsahik Neytiri." Neytiri turned around to face the newcomer with her two daughters in her arms. One of the twins whined in frustration as Neytiri smiled at her friend.

"Peyral." Neytiri glance down and spotted the bundle in the other woman's hand as well. "It is true then, we gave birth on the same day."

"The same hour," Peyral chuckled the correction as she drew closer to her friend amidst the sacred tree. "It is a boy. We named him Tsu'tey so that he may grow to become a strong Na'vi like his namesake." Neytiri was torn between sadness and happiness at the remembrance of her betrothed and the new life that was there before her.

"He will grow to be a strong one indeed."

"And what of your girls?" Peyral pointed to the two small ones barely noticing how one girl reached towards her son.

"This is Grace." Neytiri held up the infant on her right arm. "And this is Trudy."

"The names are not Na'vi," Neytiri frowned at Peyral's statement. "But they are the names of those who died for us. And for that they are most honorable." A smile of gratitude returned to Neytiri's face as she grabbed the nearest tendrils of the tree. She then pulled on the tiny queues coming from her twin girls' nearly hairless heads. Grace made Tsahaylu with one tendril while Trudy was connected to another. Peyral did the same with her son, Tsu'tey. Neytiri's focus was torn from her girls when she saw Peyral struggle to keep Tsu'tey from biting the tendril. Unbeknownst to her, the bonding with Eywah was already beginning with the twins. Grace heard laughter and speech she could not understand while Trudy was flooded with images of burning forests, terrifying machines, and of Sky People long past.

Memories of a Sky person long since gone to be with Eywa.

The younger infant cried though her mother knew not what was ailing her.

A/N: So apologies on any misspellings/misuse of words, not that versed in Avatar stuff yet, just had to get this out cause it was bugging me. If it doesn't draw much attention I'll just leave it as a one shot. Updated: 1/14/10