Title: Jaina/Jag/Kyp Songfic
Collection
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Song: (There's gotta
be) More to Life by Stacey Orrico
Author: AdraLoran
Keywords: Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel
Jaina sighed mentally as she heard Wedge go off about handing in updated rosters. She turned her attention to the only subject that could hold her fascination through the simple fact that he was a mystery. And her subject of study was sitting right in front of her, making it all the more simple to look as if she were paying close attention.
She saw him flinch, as if he sensed her watching him, but Jagged Fel's gaze never left the front of the room and his pacing uncle. It was amazing how little she truly knew about the person he was; sure, he came from the Unknown Regions, but everyone knew that. She could access his file any time she wanted to, but that only told her of his achievements. She had everything at her fingertips, but she couldn't seem to get past yelling at this man.
I've
got it
all, but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside
It was well past midnight and, while Jaina knew she should tell Kyp she was going to go to the mess hall and then see to the damage her X-Wing had taken in, she didn't. They'd gone through enough trouble in the battle against the Vong; Kyp deserved to sleep. He didn't seem to think so, however, for she felt a presence tentatively touch her through the Force. Jaina responded with a soft brush through the Force, telling him that all was well and he should go back to sleep.
No doubt the other person she really wouldn't mind seeing was asleep as well. He deserved that time in unconsciousness just as much as Kyp did, if not more. Even if I would like to be with him, Jaina thought to herself. Quickly she shook the thoughts from her head. Jagged Fel did not like her. She was just another piece of Rebel scum to him. But that didn't mean she didn't find herself wishing she was more to him.
Tell me what is this
thing that I feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let go
She bypassed the mess hall altogether; her walk had gotten her awake enough so that she would be able to concentrate on her X-Wing. Cappie wasn't in his usual spot behind the cockpit, but she didn't mind working alone. The hanger mechanics were all long-gone into sleep, the sleep cycle having started a good few hours ago. Jaina hadn't even bothered to check the Force to see if anyone else was on the hanger. She probably should've. She'd probably get an earful from Kyp when he found out. And then another earful from Wedge and Tycho. Or Sharr and Piggy. Not for the first time in her life, Jaina Solo wished that she could just be a normal teenager and not have to worry about if she'd be alive the next night.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
As she hadn't bothered to see if the hanger bay was clear, she hadn't noticed the pilot leaning against his craft watching the stars. Well, he'd originally been watching the stars, but at the sight of Jaina Solo entering the docking bay he'd redirected his studies. It was just as peaceful to watch her working on her ship, cursing ever now and then, as it was to watch the stars.
Soundlessly, so as not to startle the working Jedi- if he could in fact do such a thing- Jag got to his feet and began walking towards the hanger exit. A particularly intense string of curses followed him. He recognized a few as ones he'd heard Han Solo say and then a few more that he couldn't help but blush at. Another string of curses floated out, this time not reserved to Basic. Vaguely Jag thought he recognized Wookiee among the words spoken.
He watched her as she hopped down from wherever she'd been inside her X-Wing's frame and watched as her eyes locked on him. He could drown in those eyes...a perfect brandy-brown color that seemed to be endless. When Jag finally realized that he hadn't moved, he felt a slight tinge start on his cheeks; it was nothing compared to Jaina's red face.
Cause the more that
I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Jaina stared at the figure of Jagged Fel just as he stared at her. She felt the color steadily rising in her cheeks and silently berated herself for inability to control that particular feature of herself. Jag was the first one to speak.
"Sorry...I, er, didn't mean to disturb you..."
His voice was trailing off, but Jaina didn't care. She shrugged her shoulders at him then put the tools she had been using down. No doubt she had grease stains littering her face, there by their own accord of making her look the 'Rebel scum' part even more. She fumbled through the tools, not glancing over at Jag, yet knowing all the same that he hadn't left the hanger. At last she found the welder and walked back over to where the interior wiring was exposed. Jaina glanced under the wing at Jag, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, is there something I can do for you, Colonel?" She cursed herself at how sarcastic it came out. Why oh why did she always speak with sarcasm? Why couldn't she just own up to the fact that she liked Jagged Fel- wait. Did she, Jaina Solo, just actually think that?
Well it's life, but I'm
sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
Jag watched as Jaina dug through her tools, noting everything from her tousled hair to the now-fading color that marked her face and then the grease stain down her cheek. He watched her soundlessly, not knowing whether or not to move away or to offer assistance. She probably would shun the help, but he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here...well, actually he wanted to hold her close and kiss her, but that was something he would never get to do, considering they always argued. Jaina's voice cut sharply across the distance between then and Jag realized that she was talking to him.
"I'm sorry, is there something I can do for you, Colonel?"
You mean like kiss me? Quickly he reprimanded himself for letting thoughts enter his head like that. She's a Jedi, he told himself, she can read your thoughts! Start bottling 'em up now, you nerf-brained koochoo!
He looked at Jaina's glowering face and heaved a mental sigh before speaking. "No, I'm just thinking." About how beautiful you are, he added silently. Jaina didn't appear to be impressed by his answer. Before he could think of something else to say though, Jaina spoke.
"Well, if you're just going to stand there, you could help me you know. I'm not in the mood to concentrate levitating myself and using a welder," she indicated the tool in her hand as she spoke.
He blinked once, slightly shocked, then dimly walked over to where she was.
I've got the time and
I'm wasting it slowly
Here in this moment I'm half way out the door
Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing
Jag had helped Jaina balance as she went about her welding business and then had hung around to help her with various other tasks on her X-Wing. And for once, they weren't arguing. Of course, Jag thought, we're not doing much talking in general. Somehow he could tell that something was bothering Jaina. It wasn't something obvious and it probably wasn't even his business, but he still wanted to know.
Jaina was putting away her tools now and he had nothing left to do but stand there and look at her or stand there and look at her X-Wing. He stood, undecided, in the same spot he had been when he'd first come over.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Jaina was coming back over towards him, a slight smile on her face. She stopped just past the lower wing on her X-Wing, caressing the durasteel tenderly. Jag's lips twitched into a small smile. Only a pilot would do such a thing and only a pilot would understand the emotion that went with it. He suddenly had an urge to just tell Jaina everything as he watched her fingers fall from the wing.
"Jaina-"
"Jag-"
They spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time, as if to let the other speak first. Jaina's face broke out into a grin, but then she spoke again. "You first."
Jag looked at her incredulously, watching as she leaned back ever so slightly to rest against the underside of the X-Wing's hull. Without weighing the possible consequences for his actions, Jag stepped forward and kissed her.
Cause the more that
I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Jaina leant against her X-Wing to watch Jag after their somewhat confused set of words. All of three seconds later, she felt the press of his lips against hers. First surprise then happiness coursed through her just as she reached her arms to link behind his neck. She felt Jag's hands pressing against her back, pulling her towards him and off her X-Wing. Without a complaint she allowed herself to move forward. Jag's tongue traced her lips in their kiss until she opened her mouth to him. Without a second thought, the pair of them plundered through the other's mouths.
When the need for air finally overtook them, Jaina and Jag drew away from each other but remained in the circle of embrace.
"What was that for?" Jaina asked tentatively, slightly breathless.
A smile appeared on Jag's face as he replied. "That's what I wanted to tell you."
Well it's life, but I'm sure...
there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
