A/N: Notes: I never liked Zekk until after Exile and he's kinda grown on me. My son loves this song by Carrie Underwood and for some reason when I was listening to it the other day I thought of Zekk. Man, I need to get a life. I went ahead and put the song at the beginning because I meant for this to be short, but it ran away with itself. So there will be a few posts. As always comments, even brief ones, are welcome! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own this crap, but I wish I did. Jacen would still be alive and J/J would have a few kids by now.

"Last Name"
By Carrie Underwood

Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby

[Chorus:]
And I don't even know his last name
My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into oh no, what have I done
And I don't even know his last name

We left, the club, 'bout around 3 o'clock in the morning
His Pinto, sitting there, in the parking lot, well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into
So, I'll blame it on the Cuervo
Oh where did my manners go?

[Chorus:]
I don't even know his last name
Oh My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into "oh no, what have I done"
And I don't even know his last name

Here we go

Today, I woke up, thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how this ring on my left hand just appeared outta nowhere
I gotta go take the chips and the Pinto and hit the road
They say what happens here, stays here, all of this will disappear

There's just one little problem

[Chorus:]
I don't even know my last name
Oh My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into "oh no, what have I done"
And I don't even know my last name

Oh, yeah

The night air didn't have quite the effect she had been hoping it would. Mindlessly she had let the big man lead her off the dance floor and out the door. She should have known better. Frag, she should have known when she saw his speeder that he was trouble. It looked like it had seen better days and that was being nice. The alcoholic haze that surrounded her brain prevented her from stopping the man's advances and she knew she was going to regret this in the morning.

She couldn't believe she was so drunk that she was letting a stranger paw her. Usually she hated it when the guys at the club got like this. Of course, she wasn't usually this drunk either. Cami was going to get her butt kicked when she found her.

"Oh come on. You never go out anymore. Just one night at the club, love. You know you want to. Who knows, you might find a nice guy."

"Yeah, because the last thing I want is another man in my life." Kara scoffed at her friend.

His hand snaking down her leg brought her back to the present and she might have been drunk but she knew that she wasn't going there. As nice as she could, she pushed his hand off of her and tried to pull away.

"Where you going sugar." He rasped into her ear as he pulled her back against him.

"I need to sit down." She told him lamely, mentally kicking herself for not just telling him to bug off and leave her alone. His grip tightened around her waist and she sobered up a little as the fear started to rush through her veins.

"But we're not done here." He told her, his voice becoming harsher.

"I'm sure you can find someone else to dance with." Kara offered, again attempting to extracate herself from the man. She cried out quietly, when he jerked her arm and squeezed it painfully.

"I don't want anyone else." He sneered and she felt an involuntary shudder travel through her.

"I think the lady wants you to leave her alone." Came a soft, but steely voice.

Zekk stood in the shadows of the building watching the entrance intently. Technically he was working, but that hadn't stopped him from purchasing a few libations from the bar after he had gotten here. He was in a crabby mood and he had hoped the alcohol would improve that. It hadn't.

Sometimes being an Imperial Knight was a dream come true. Considering he had started out a scruffy little orphan who didn't know a dinner fork from a fusion cutter he had come a long way. He and Kyp were Jag's right hand men, along with Valin and he loved the adventure and sense of purpose the position had given him. Not to mention it had given him the opportunity to be around his few remaining friends.

Covert jobs were not his favorite though. They usually left him on his own and with too much time to think. Not good as far as he was concerned on either point. Sighing, he downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down on the duracrete wall next to him. It joined the other four he had emptied and he suddenly had a thought that he really needed to stop. Jag had sent him here for a reason, and it wasn't to get drunk. Though the prospect was enticing.

Two figures walked, if you wanted to call it that, out the front door and he regarded them for a moment before he realized they weren't who he was looking for. He went back to toying with the idea of another drink when he felt a spike of fear from the couple he had dismissed. There were plenty of beautiful women here and he had no doubt that scoring would be relatively easy for most people. Even the behemoth that he was watching now. Anger traveled along the same current the fear had as he fought with himself about whether or not to interfere.

She wasn't dressed nearly as provocative as the majority of the women he had seen tonight, but the effect was still devastating on him. The skirt showed off her kilometer long legs and the wispy, short-sleeved blouse covered all the important things. For him, the more covered a woman was, the worse his imagination became. Her blonde hair was long and fell in a curtain around her shoulders, shining brightly in the inky darkness that surrounded the club. He flicked his glance to the man behind her and he felt anger creep up.

Unconsciously he made his decision and started towards the pair. Jag was going to kill him later, but right now he couldn't think about that.

"I'm sure you can find someone else to dance with." Zekk heard her say and right then there was no turning back.

"I don't want anyone else." He sneered and he saw her shudder at the man's words.

"I think the lady wants you to leave her alone." He heard his own voice say. The man looked up in a stupor and Zekk wasn't surprised to see his pupils were dilated. He was obviously doing something besides drinking and that could get ugly fast. The man held fast to her arm and when Zekk glanced over at her he almost smiled at the fire mixed with fright he saw in her eyes.

"Mind your own business, boy." The slurred words fell on deaf ears as Zekk walked closer and grabbed the man's wrist, squeezing it until his fingers popped open and freed her arm. She fell forward but managed to get her feet under her and stay upright.

"Now," Zekk started as he moved closer and lowered his voice. "I suggest you disappear and don't bother the lady anymore."

The man snickered and moved back from Zekk, rubbing his wrist. "You think just because she wouldn't put out for me that she will you." Zekk took a deep breath and forced the anger back down.

"Don't make me change my mind." Zekk told him and saw a momentary flicker of fear in the man's eyes. Grunting, he gave her one last look and walked back into the club.

Zekk waited until the door had closed behind him, then turned to make sure she was all right. Her eyes were closed as she leaned against a duracrete pillar. Even in the darkness he could see that a bruise was starting to form on her lily white skin and he frowned. Walking over, he reached out to touch her shoulder. When he touched skin she jerked back, losing her balance and forcing him to catch her before she fell.

"I'm sorry." She told him as he steadied her. "I thought you were that guy."

"No problem. Did you come here alone?" He asked, trying to keep his mind off the feel of her skin under his fingertips. She trembled slightly and he realized that she was probably starting to sober up and feel the effects of the ordeal.

"No, I came with a friend but I haven't seen her in a while. I think she left."

"Come on. I'll take you home." He said as he pulled her gently towards his speeder, pushing the guilt of not completing his mission to the side. He could deal with that later. There was no way he was leaving her out here to fend off another loser.

She managed to give him directions to the apartment she and Cami shared and they drove there in silence. Her brain was still foggy, but all she needed was a quick shower and some sleep and she would be good as new. They came to a stop and she realized that they were there already. Her hand fumbled for the handle and she sighed, realizing she wasn't as sober as she thought. A chuckle sounded from beside her and she turned to look at the man she had blindly trusted to get her home.

His long dark hair made her fingers itch to run through it and she chastised herself for the thought immediately. She had gotten herself into enough trouble tonight. There was no need adding to it, but whether it was the alcohol still speaking or just her own mind she couldn't help but admire his attractiveness. His emerald green eyes were filled with laughter as he reached over and opened the door for her. She closed her eyes and tried not to react when he accidentally brushed her breast with his arm. The only way she knew it was an accident was by the blush that stole through his cheeks at the contact. Had he meant to do it on purpose, there was no way he would have blushed.

"Thank you." She whispered, as her words stopped him from fully returning to his side of the speeder. They stared at each other for a moment before he broke eye contact and opened his own door. Mindlessly, she watched him come around the front of the speeder and admired his sure gait. Not to mention the way he filled out the shirt and pants he wore. Her door opened and a hand appeared. Grabbing it he helped hoist her up and out of the seat. Her balance was still a tad off and she leaned into him, igniting the simmering heat that she realized had burned since he had first touched her.

Shame ran through her at her wanton thoughts and she saw him frown.

"I'm sorry, I usually don't drink so much and I'm usually not a lush." He laughed softly at her statement and she felt goose bumps break out on her arms.

"I understand. Don't worry, I'm not easily offended." He offered as he pulled her away from the vehicle and shut the door behind her. But apparently I'm easily affected. He thought to himself as she leaned on his arm and started to walk towards the front entrance. A slow burn had been running through him for the last 20 minutes and it was annoying him to no end. They paused at the entrance and she turned to him, as if to dismiss him.

"I'm not leaving you down here. I'll walk you to your door." He told her before she could say anything.

"You don't have to do that. Really I'm…"

"If I let go of you right now, you'd fall." He told her with a teasing voice. She frowned briefly then snorted.

"You're right." Kara conceded and turned slowly to put the code into the door. A beep sounded and the door swooshed open. Zekk led her through it then let her take the lead. Thankfully she didn't live on the top floor. They walked one set of stairs and she turned to go down a hallway, her shadow following her silently. She came to a door and input another code, the door opening like the one before it. Pausing briefly, she turned to give him a smile.

"I didn't even ask your name." She said, a frown coming to her face again. Zekk chuckled and raised his fingers to her forehead, smoothing out the lines the frown had brought to her face.

"Zekk." He told her quietly.

"Thank you, Zekk."

"You're very welcome, Kara." He responded, something drawing him closer to her. Her eyes widened slightly as her heart sped up. But he didn't kiss her like she thought he would, at least not on the lips. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and pulled back. "Just be more careful next time." He admonished her playfully and she found herself returning the smile he gave her.

"I will." Kara responded, then watched him until he disappeared around the corner. She frowned again. She hadn't told him her name.

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