Title: Fix You
Author: sea10883/BigFatty
Timeframe: 2 Years after TUF
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Star Wars Universe. The only creation in this story that is mine are the characters Nawra & Adannah Skywalker.
Notes: This story is the sequel to "Overkill" & "Over You" both are short and located in my profile. I highly suggest reading them before starting in on this.

Exiting hyperspace, Jag was hailed by patrollers as he approached Denon. Not sure who would be listening to the transmission, he sent a text message directly to the military headquarters. As per his mission parameters, his re-entry to Alliance space was to be as secret as possible. Thus, the text message he sent was a special code that was used during the war against the Vong and meant that the sender was an undercover officer needing to meet with his or her contact. He hoped that his uncle was somewhere on duty and would understand what was going on. Two minutes later, Jag was instructed to land at a secluded, high-level security hangar. He had flown in with a nondescript shuttle since he was sure a clawcraft would attract unneeded attention.

As he made his approach to the hangar he noticed that traffic in the area was light. Entering the hangar, there was only one person standing in the waiting area. He touched down and began running through shut down procedures. Once that was finished, he gathered his flight bag and descended the ramp.

"Hello, Jag."

"Good afternoon, Uncle."

Wedge grabbed hold of his nephew and pulled him into a fierce hug. "How is your family?"

"Mother and Father are well. Syal was not looking forward to the end of her school break, but she will be happy to be reunited with her classmates. How is your family?"

"Iella made me step down from most of my duties, but saw fit to nearly taking over Intelligence with Winter. The girls are fine, growing too fast, but fine. I hope I don't need to tell you that you're always welcome to our home."

"You do not, and thank you for the offer."

They paused their conversation as they entered the turbolift. Wedge broke the silence, "Jag, I'm not going to ask where you've been or why you left. I'm also fairly sure that I'm not the person you came back here for. Just know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

"Thank you, Uncle. I will talk with you, but there are some things I need to do first."

"Very well."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I was going to set you up with living quarters."

"Actually, I was hoping we could stop by Jaina's quarters first. Has she returned from her mission?"

"No, not yet. If you want I can show you where her quarters are."

"That will be fine. Will she return within the next seventeen days?"

"I'm not sure, why?"

Jag grimaced, "Imagine if Major Janson was infused with a Chiss female."

"Sithspit."

"Indeed."

Jag listened to Wedge go into detail about recent events as they made their way to Jaina's quarters. He seemed to altogether avoid discussing the lives of anyone with the last name of Solo. While Jag knew his Uncle wouldn't be curious as to why this place was their first destination, Wedge would be curious as to what was going on between his nephew and hold-daughter. But Wedge was kind of enough to keep his word and not press for details. Jag knew Iella would try to get information from her husband and felt sorry for putting his uncle in that position, but there was no way Jag could share that information with his uncle since he himself was unsure what was going on between Jaina and himself.

Arriving at a doorway in a corridor Wedge pointed out Jaina's place. He then turned and walked to the next set of doors down the hallway. Punching in a code, the doors opened to reveal a darkened, barren apartment.

"You look confused, Jag."

"I am."

"These are your quarters. They're under Iella's and my name. We figured they'd come in handy eventually." He said with a wink. "Unpack and make yourself comfortable. I don't know how long we can keep your presence a secret, but we'll do the best we can. If you need help getting anything—food, clothing—let me know."

"I will, and thank you. How much do I owe you for the living space?"

"Nothing."

"Uncle—"

"No. You owe nothing and don't ask or worry about it. I'll make that an order if necessary."

"Very well."

"Comm me if you want to do something. But first get some sleep; you look dead on your feet."

"I will, and thank you again."

Wedge left Jag to unpack his few belongings. Looking around he decided the apartment resembled his life—sparse. It came furnished, and his aunt and uncle were kind enough to have bedding waiting for him and to have left the refresher stocked with soap, towels and other necessary items. At the comm station he found a list of personal frequencies to get a hold of people like Wedge, Iella, Tycho, and others he had gotten to know during the war.

After familiarizing himself with his new home, he stepped out into the corridor and walked to Jaina's door. His hand hesitated over the door control panel. Should he enter her quarters? He hadn't seen her in two years and only had received a single communication from her in that time. He also knew she had quite the temper, and that provoking that side of her would not be the most ideal reunion for the two of them. Then again, this whole internal struggle would be fruitless if she had changed the passcode she used to have for her quarters.

He sighed, hoped for the best, and punched in a series of numbers he knew by heart. The panel buzzed at him warning that the code was incorrect and if another incorrect attempt were made in the next five minutes, security would be alerted. This was not a good sign for his mission.

"Six-four-four-two."

Jag turned to the owner of the voice to find a man standing in the corridor. It took Jag a moment to place the face because of the maturity and beard. "Hello, Jacen."

"Mind telling me why you were trying to break into my sister's apartment?"

"It is part of my mission."

"Mission?" Jacen responded with a tone of voice saying that he was beginning to wonder if Jag's disappearance didn't have something to do with a mental institution.

"My mission to get Jaina back."

"Oh." Jacen said while thoughtfully rubbing his beard.

Jag smiled slightly to himself at the sight. Good to see some things have not changed. "How have you been Jacen?"

"I thought you were going to go into Jaina's quarters."

"I will" Jag replied, silently implying when you leave.

Jacen caught the meaning of Jag's statement. "Jag, I'm sure once Dad hears you're back he'll hunt you down and make it clear that it wouldn't be wise for you to hurt Jaina."

"I swear—"

"I know. I know you have her best interests at heart. It's just… just take good care of her. Make her happy; she hasn't been in a long time."

"I will do all I can."

"Good. I have to go to a meeting, but if you need any help with this mission of yours, let me know."

"I will, and Jacen?"

"Yeah?"

"Please keep my return a secret from your parents."

"Sure thing." Jacen replied with a hint of the patented Solo smirk. Then a look passed over his face and with half-closed eyes he added, "She'll be here in sixteen hours."

"Thank you."

With a nod, Jacen turned and headed down the corridor to the turbolift.

Jag turned towards the access panel once more. Keying in the correct code he walked into Jaina's apartment.

Like his new place, hers was also sparse. There were a few holos here and there, a jumpsuit thrown over a chair, the light left on in the refresher. Typical Jaina, Jag thought. It wasn't that she was a messy person; like him, she didn't really have any reason to focus her attention on a place where she didn't want to spend a lot of time. Being in his quarters, wherever they might be, reminded Jag how he wasn't sharing them with anyone. All he needed could quickly be thrown into a single bag and taken to wherever his next "home" would be. He was tired of that.

Sixteen hours. The first part of the mission was the most simple and hardest simultaneously: the reunion. Jag did his best to push aside doubts, and was successful for the most part. And then he got to work.

Going to her comm station, he setup a message to send to Jaina. For the body of the message, he typed four words. He then made his way over to the couch and began to feel the exhaustion eat at him again. Looking at the chrono, he set his internal alarm to wake him in fifteen hours. He then feel asleep luxuriating in the faint scent lingering on the cushions that was purely Jaina.