Series Title: Of Scars and Love

Rating: T and less, probably not more

Authors: Vongchild and Me262/DevBinks

Summary: Tracking the relationship and family of Jacen Solo and Nen Yim.

Blankets

Shielding her eyes from the morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom window, Nen Yim took the covers back and gave the man next to her a playful kick. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she was not surprised when only moments later she felt a tug. Laughing, the former Shaper pulled it tighter and glanced over her shoulder at Jacen Solo.

"No fair," he pointed out. "I might sleep like a log, but I don't purposely hold the sheets closer than a Hutt holds its money."

Grinning devilishly, Nen Yim scooted away from him. "I'm keeping them," she informed him. "If you want the blankets, you'll have to pry them out of my cold, dead hands."

"For all I know you've got your claws stuck in them," Jacen replied, reaching for the corner of the blanket.

"Never. I happen to like these sheets."

The chrono alarm went off. Nen Yim tucked her head into her arms and tried to ignore it. After ten seconds of the horrid noise, Jacen asked, "Why haven't you turned that thing off?"

Glancing around and fidgeting a bit, Nen Yim realized the horrible truth. "I'm stuck!" she exclaimed. Sighing, Jacen leaned over her and shut off the alarm. Then he got up and stood over Nen Yim, perfectly amused with her predicament and grinning like a fool.

"I could leave you here," he stated. "You'd be stuck here all day until someone called and then they would just think you were out. Tahiri might come by later-"

"Did we ever thank her for introducing us?"

"Come to think of it, no." And without so much of a warning, Jacen grabbed the edge of the sheet and tugged, sending Nen Yim spinning across the mattress.

"I love you, Jeedai," she hissed, collecting her self-composure, "But that was a low blow."

"Remember how we met?" Jacen asked, helping her up. Nen Yim's eyes sparkled just thinking about it.

"I couldn't possibly forget," she answered jovially. "I'd just gotten out of the bacta tank, recovering from a blunt head injury, and Tahiri told me she had an old friend she thought I should meet." Taking the ball of blankets from Jacen, she began to spread them over the sleepcouch. "It was weird at first."

"I'm a Jedi and you're a Yuuzhan Vong shaper," Jacen interjected. "We're a perfect match."

"Naturally, and I was going to get to that," Nen Yim replied, grinning. Jacen paused for a moment, reflecting on how the purple-blue ink on her cheeks glittered in the morning sunlight. In three years, he'd never noticed the glittering before. Nen Yim noticed his gaze. Pausing in her work straightening the blanket, she gave him a questioning look. "What?"

His only reply was to kiss her. When they broke apart, Nen Yim was grinning. She knew how Jacen's mind worked before eight o'clock Coruscant Standard time – the exact way her own mind worked. The first priority was to steal the blankets, the second was to get ten more minutes of sleep, and the third was to be the one who didn't have to fight with the caf dispenser.

"Oh, I get it."

Jacen leant down and balled up the blankets, holding them to his chest. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed.

"Give those back! I just made the sleepcouch."

"You'll have them back over my cold, dead body," Jacen replied flirtatiously.

"Want to take me up on that offer?"

"Any time, dearest. Any time."

Author's Note/explanation: This is a new ship about Jacen Solo and Nen Yim, obviously an AU about their lives post-NJO since Nen Yim dies in it. These are posted both here and on TFN. We will be posting one new one every Sunday. Oh and would you please tell us what you think of this 'ship.