Just a little something I wrote because I LOVE Jaina and Jag and this is by far one of the best scenes. Loved reimagining it from inside Jag's head!

Let me know if you like it or would be interested if I continued Could follow cannon or be AU- not sure yet.

All things Star Wars belong to George Lucas. There is also some dialogue and text lifted directly from The New Jedi Order: Rebel Dream and all credit goes to Aaron Allston.

Jag moved his Clawcraft towards the kill zone where he had been directed to land, at this point running on auto pilot. While his body went through the motions, his mind feverishly replayed the battle that had just occurred.

Jaina had risked everything to save him. Was it just her innate need to countermand authority- a trait she seemed to inherit from her rebellious father- or something more? Would she have done the same thing for Kyp? Or any other Twin Suns pilot? Was it just the desire to save anyone who flew with her?

His mind was working in overdrive, desperately trying to reason away her actions. There had to be a perfectly good explanation for why she had made that foolhardy rescue attempt.

As Jag reviewed every moment analytically, he tried to ignore the hope that it meant something more. That he meant something more.

He had thought that once, that maybe she felt something for him. That they could be good together. But he had been wrong. Accepted that and moved on. Their relationship was purely professional now and that was what she wanted. What they both wanted, he corrected himself sternly.

She was a Jedi. A Goddess. He was an arrogant outsider, just another game piece to be moved on the table as needed. She had made that incredibly clear on numerous occasions while on Hapes.

Why would he think she could feel even a fraction of what he felt- had once felt- for her. No, he was reading into things, trying to find answers he wanted where they didn't exist.

I'm guessing that the only man Jaina would ever take seriously is one who can outfly her.

Kyp's words echoed in Jag's head, an effective argument against his previous logic. Kyp's words were clearly meant for him weren't they? After all he was one of the only men who could outfly her. That was fact not bravado.

And Kyp knew Jaina better than anyone- they did have that strange force connection. Which Jag tried not to think about too much.

So maybe. Maybe there was a chance.

Jag sighed. He couldn't take it. Couldn't take this uncertainty anymore. Not knowing was driving him insane.

He almost wished that he had never met her, could go back to his blissful state of ignorance where everything was ordered and made sense and he didn't have all these questions. Almost. But if there was a chance…

That was it. He would find out today. No more questions. He wanted- he needed- to know how she felt.

Determined, he quickly ran through his cool down, pulled his helmet off and opened the hatch. Jag absentmindedly ran a hand through his short hair, and climbed out of his Clawcraft with a new sense of purpose.

Feet landing on the ground, he saw Jaina already standing in the docking bay next to a weary looking Kyp. She looked nervous, distraught even. Jag's pace quickened automatically, bringing him closer to the woman who held the answers to all his questions.

His pace faltered for a split second when he noticed the lone officer standing in wait, a few feet from Jaina and Kyp. Jag gritted his teeth in annoyance, knowing that the moment of reckoning would have to be put off.

But only temporarily, he promised himself.

Shutting down his emotions, his face became his usual mask of arrogant indifference as he walked briskly over to the group.

Soon, he reminded himself, as Tycho looked between the three pilots.

"Anyone hurt?" Tycho asked.

They all shook their heads, and Jag once again forced himself to remain calm despite the delays, resisting the unusual urge to tap his foot impatiently.

Kyp, though undamaged, leaned heavily against the wing of his snubfighter. As Tycho gave him a second look, Jag glanced over. It looked as if whatever Kyp had done to save Jag's life had done a number on him.

Jag felt momentarily ashamed. His thoughts had been so consumed by Jaina's actions, that he hadn't even considered Kyp's. He would thank him later, after everything was settled. Kyp, of all men alive, would understand, he reasoned.

"You, go lie down," Tycho ordered Kyp with barely disguised concern.

"Happy to," Kyp glanced at Jaina. "By your leave, Great One."

"Get some rest, Kyp."

Jag looked back at Jaina. It seemed like he couldn't stop looking at her. It was a wonder Tycho didn't notice and say something, he thought wryly.

She seemed different. Drained. Brittle. Jag wanted to reach out to her, help her carry the burden. Take her in his arms-

Not yet, he admonished himself, struggling to preserve his self control. Soon.

"General Antilles wants to see you, now," Tycho was saying to Jaina.

"I expect so."

No. Jag felt panic rising. He needed to talk to her. Now. Today. He didn't know how much longer he could control his emotions. Hold this in.

"And me?" Jag asked, trying hard not to let any of his desperation leak into his voice.

If he went with them, he could find time. Find a minute. He had the alarming feeling that if he was separated from her he would never get to ask her. Her walls were down, this was his opportunity.

"Later," Tycho said. "Though he did want me to extend his congratulations for that shadow bomb tactic. Since kills can't be awarded to more than two people, he thinks the first interdictor should be awarded to you."

"I agree," Jaina said quickly. "I'll sign off on that."

"Me, too," Kyp said.

Jag barely registered the honor, and managed to nod appreciatively at Jaina and Kyp when they looked at him expectantly. Jag thought he saw Kyp's mouth turn up in a small smirk. He ignored it.

The three walked into the bionics building in silence, all seemingly occupied with their own thoughts. Kyp somehow managed not to stagger as he left them for his quarters.

If he questioned why Jag continued on with Jaina and Tycho after being told Wedge didn't need to see him until later, he didn't say anything. Maybe he knew. Jedi could read minds after all. Jag tried not to think about it.

Not now. Focus.

Finally, they arrived at Wedge's office. Jag resisted the urge to look back at Jaina as Tycho left them to enter the inner office. Once he started, he wasn't sure he could stop. She drew him in and he was powerless. He idly wondered if it had something to do with the Force.

A minute later- thought it felt like an eternity to Jag- Tycho stuck his head out. "It'll be about five minutes."

"Understood," Jaina said.

When Tycho had withdrawn again into the inner office, leaving them with Wedge's protocol droid, Jag allowed himself to look over at Jaina once again.

"I need to talk to you. Privately," he said, working hard to keep his voice even, his manner controlled.

For a second Jag saw Jaina's face fill with dread, and he almost rethought his whole strategy.

No. He had to know. Now or never.

"There's a little conference room down the corridor," Jaina answered, her voice emotionless.

"That'll do," Jag replied, somewhat distracted. Already working out what he was going to say. What he was going to ask.

Jag spent the short walk regrouping, reviewing his plan of attack. Approaching this the same way he would a dogfight was helping him keep his thoughts in line.

When they reached the conference room, the door was open and the interior was cool and dark. Jag quickly turned on the overhead lights, closed the door behind Jaina, and took those last precious seconds to psych himself up.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Jaina, rehearsing his first words in his head. He hesitated, trying to find the courage to start.

No more stalling- just do it you fair-haired fool!

"I know what you're going to say," she told him before he could begin his carefully composed speech.

Jag paused, caught off guard, all his carefully crafted words deserting him.

Did she know? Could she know? Or was this just another one of the many misunderstandings that seemed to plague their entire relationship. Or whatever this was.

Jag paused, his determination from before a fleeting memory. He was back to being uncertain how to proceed with this maddening, irritating, confusing, beautiful woman.

"I don't think you do," he started slowly.

"You're going to tell me that I screwed up. You're going to elaborate until you're certain I can't take it anymore. Then you're going to leave," Jaina blurted out, before he had a chance to continue.

Jag noticed her last words sounded high and hoarse, as if she was losing control. Was she upset about the thought of him leaving? Or was it just the thought of him criticizing her, disparaging her irresponsibility and inability to follow orders.

It had been foolish, reckless beyond belief, and a clear violation of direct orders from a superior. But Jaina was smart, dedicated to winning this war that had taken so much from her. And despite her reputation, she didn't ignore commands unless she had a good reason to.

Apparently she considered his life a good reason.

"No," Jag started carefully, easing his way into the conversation. "We both know that your command decisions were far afield of common sense and effective strategy. We don't even have to discuss that. What I have to know…"

Jag paused and swallowed, steeling himself for the next words. Now or never.

"What I have to know is this. Why did you do it?"

There. He had asked her. Now he would know. Know if it was all in his head, or if there really was something more between them. If she even wanted something more. He felt a sense of relief, paradoxically mixed with anxiety, as he waited for her response. Her response that could- would- change his life forever.

"I don't know," Jaina said quickly.

She didn't know?

That was unacceptable.

He needed to know. And now that the words were out- now that he was so close to that elusive knowledge…

She was the only one who could stop the thoughts constantly running through his head. Taking over his mind day and night. Thoughts of what could be. Thoughts of her. She was the only one who could help answer the endless questions. With this answer.

One way or the other.

"You do know," he answered, determined to get an answer. Praying she gave him the right answer.

"You have to know. Nobody else but you could know," Jag concluded as he recklessly leaned in closer.

He found himself captivated by her eyes, searching within their depths for the answer he wanted.

"Answer me," he pleaded, too invested in this moment to be embarrassed at the obvious need in his voice.

"I…I…Everyone is going away," Jaina answered, tears suddenly marring her expressive eyes. "They keep going away and I can't stop it. I didn't want you to go away."

Jaina- the strongest woman Jag had ever known- sounded like a lost and lonely child, and it did something to him.

As she started to cry in earnest, Jag felt a strong need to protect her, to comfort her. He knew then, he would give anything to stop her pain. Anything to bring the light back to those whiskey brown eyes.

Without thinking, Jag followed his heart, and took her by the shoulders, pulling her to him and drawing her head against his chest. As he rested his head atop hers, he worried she would pull away, like she had done so often in the past. Instead she practically collapsed against him, tears soaking into his uniform, and he pulled her closer.

He didn't think about the fact that his uniform would be less then perfect. All he could think about was how perfectly she fit against him. Like she was made for him.

"I won't go anywhere," he whispered with a tenderness he didn't even know he possessed. And maybe he hadn't until now.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Jag questioned.

Stalling.

"Why won't you go anywhere?" Jaina's voice came back muffled and low.

This was it. The moment of truth. The truth of why he had fought so hard to come back to the Known Regions. Why he had followed her from Hapes to Borleias, even after her many rebuffs. Why he had given up his own squadron to fly with Twin Suns.

"Because I don't want to," he answered simply.

Jag cautiously put a finger under her chin and gently lifted her face up to look at him. Jaina's eyes were wide in surprise and a small smile was beginning to form through her tears.

Emboldened, Jag leaned down, his mouth a whisper away from hers. His gaze dropped down, mesmerized as her tongue darted out to wet her full lips. He was unable to look away. Jag's hands moved down to Jaina's hips and squeezed them lightly, pulling her closer to him. He felt her lean in closer, her hands moving to his chest, bunching into his flight suit.

And his self control broke.

Jag leaned down the rest of the way and took her lips hungrily, his tongue demanding entry. And gloried in his victory, when she ceded without a fight.

He had never felt anything so wonderful before in his entire life. Not even flying his beloved Clawcraft through the stars compared to this. It was so much better than he had even imagined.

As he pulled her tiny form closer to him, reveling in the feel of her, the famously impassive Jagged Fel finally felt alive.