Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, Star Wars: The Old Republic, or any of the characters included in this story from the gameplay or mythology of Star Wars. I am making absolutely no money from this. I am writing this for fun.

Author's Note: This was inspired by a wonderful prompt on the swtor kink_meme site shipping Pierce/LS Jaesa. Here's the prompt: "So if Jaesa is Light Sided, she really plays up pretending to be Dark Side in front of the crew. LT. Pierce, in one cutscene, is clearly not impressed or fooled - rolling his eyes and going 'Reel it in, babe.' I have shipped this pairing ever since, but I seem to be the only one. Help an anon out, peeps! Bonus points for LS!SW/Quinn going on in the background, and an entire internets for if said LS!SW has encouraged Jaesa to have kids, leading to the initial hookup with Pierce. 9_9"

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Jaesa gnawed on her fingernail, watching Lord—she meant Darth—Rhy and husband Quinn cuddling on one of the sofas in the main gathering area. The Darth had finally defeated Darth Baras—they were free of that odious man and his machinations against both her Master and the crew. The only problem was that Darth Rhyassa had all but ordered her apprentice to marry and have children.

Jaesa wasn't completely averse to the idea, she supposed. It was just never something she'd really thought about—after all, Jedi didn't marry or have children. And it wasn't as if she'd had a plethora of experience with men or opportunities for matrimony, what with the way she and Darth Rhyassa tended to gallivant around the galaxies.

She cast her gaze around the lounge, her eyes lighting on each member of the crew. Well, all but Broomark, who was in the hold where he was most comfortable. Besides, he would not be appropriate for what she was considering. Wrong species and, just-no. Vette was out, for obvious reasons. The Twi'lek was a friend but she also wasn't a man and what her Master…strike that, she wasn't a Jedi anymore, Rhyassa was a Darth…had ordered her to do was marry and have children. And that required a man, according to all of her research. Though there were some asexual species in the Outer Rim that could spontaneously reproduce…but she was digressing. Quinn was also off limits for obvious reasons—she wasn't about to ask Darth Rhyassa to share her husband with her apprentice…it made her all squicky inside just to even think it. Besides, for all of her kindness, she was certain that her Master would gut her for the simple suggestion. She shuddered. That left…Pierce.

She gulped, looking at the auburn-haired man who leaned casually in the doorway, watching the gathering from the other side of the room. Her head cocked to one side as she considered him. Now that she thought about it, he wasn't…unattractive. Quite the opposite, in fact. And it wasn't as if he was seeing anyone. At least she thought he wasn't. What if he was? What then?

He was watching her. She ducked her eyes, her hair spilling over her face, hiding her. She didn't want him to catch her seeing him, then he would come over and…

"Having fun?"

Jaesa squeaked, looking up to find the Black Ops soldier towering over her. How had she never noticed that he was so…big? And tall? "Lots. Loads. Much fun is being had," she babbled nervously.

Pierce arched a scarred brow at his Darth's apprentice, a smirk crossing his lips. "Right, Sunshine." He leaned back against the wall next to her, eyes still scanning the assembled party.

Jaesa nodded, straightening. "Um, may I ask you a question?"

Pierce glanced down at the petite woman beside him. This Sith apprentice still struck him as odd. Trying to paint herself as the hardened, dark apprentice to the Darth, when she was anything but. She was sweet and he didn't do sweet. "What, babe?"

Jaesa frowned. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Pierce had been in the midst of taking a gulp of his spicebrew and choked, nearly spitting his beer down the front of his uniform. "What?" He turned incredulous brown eyes on the woman beside him. "Excuse me?"

Jaesa shrugged in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. She took a breath, preparing herself to run her spiel by the man beside her. "It's just that Darth Rhy said that I should have children and get married, though not in that order, and she said that it was my duty to be happy, and I want to be a good apprentice, and I've done all the research and it has to be a Human male for it to work right and Rhy would kill me if I asked her to share Quinn and I don't even know how Talz breed and…"

Pierce leaned down, pressing one long finger to her lips, brown eyes boring into hers. "Take a breath, Sunshine," he ordered in a low drawl.

Jaesa nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Come with me, love. We are not having this conversation out here," he advised her, planting one broad hand on the small of her back and guiding her out of the lounge.