Title:
Sins of the Father
Author(s): jadesabre75
Timeframe: 20 years
after Jedi and the Ambassador
Characters: Kyp, Jade (OC), Jag,
Jaina, lots of other OCs
Genre: romance, angst,
suspense
Keywords:
Summary: A madman is terrorizing
Coruscant.
Notes: I fudged the ages a little bit, so everyone try
to suspend your disbelief a little, please. )
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.
The beginning might be a little slow since I have a lot of new characters to introduce. If you're confused about anything, just ask!
As always, my beta rocks. Thanks Jade Eyes for agreeing to beta this monstrosity! I'm extremely greatful.
A shout out to Cyn and Piper. Who keep me insane.
If you want to be on the PM list, just let me know in your reply. I'm not going to assume so you'll need to tell me. Well, I will assume on Cyn, Piper and Jade Eyes, but the rest of you will need to tell me. No offense.
Enjoy!
Sab
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Sins of the Father
Chapter 1
"Dad! Have you seen my robes?"
"Which ones?"
"My brown ones?"
"Aren't they in your closet?"
Karissa Fel huffed in exasperation. "No Dad. If they were in there I wouldn't be asking you." She could almost imagine her father raising his scarred brow at her tone and she cringed.
"Did you check the laundry room?" Jag queried, pretending he hadn't heard the sass she directed at him. Sometimes he had to pause before he answered his oldest child. Jaina constantly reminded him that she was 17 and this was normal. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to make it through both of his daughters.
He heard her footsteps as she ran down the hall and then her exclamation of discovery and felt a smile come to his face.
"I found them!" She said as she walked into her little sister's room then stopped. "What's wrong?"
Jag was sitting on the side of his other daughter's bed, wiping her face with a washcloth. Looking up he gifted Karissa with a small smile but never got to answer her.
"I threw up, Kissa." Jessa's tiny voice said from the mountain of covers on top of her.
"Do you want me to…" She started, when her father stopped her.
"You're mother is on her way. Go ahead and get ready. I'll take care of this."
Karissa nodded at her father, then leaned down to brush Jessa's hair back from her face and kiss her forehead. Her little sister smiled and she reluctantly turned to go back to her room and finish getting ready. She emerged a short while later, dressed in the Jedi robes she had looked for so frantically a short while ago. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her brown eyes shining in anticipation of starting the day. They were in the process of working on their lightsabers right now and she couldn't wait to finish hers. Granted, Jarik was further along than her, but she was excited anyway.
She passed back by the twins' room and rolled her eyes when she saw them horsing around. Devin and Conner were a bane to her existence, but she loved them anyway. When they weren't terrorizing her. The twins and Jessa had taken after their father in looks. All three of them had jet black hair and green eyes. Jessa's eyes were the exact same color as Jag's, whereas the boys' eye color tended to be not as bright. Her grandpa Han always told her that she had inherited her mother's attitude and looks, which in his opinion was perfect. Since that meant her father was going to be having issues when she started dating. She hadn't understood what he had meant at the time, but she did now. Her father was very protective of her, especially when it came to boys.
Grabbing her bag, she left her room and walked down the hall towards the door. "Bye dad!" She called back over her shoulder and had just opened the door when her father's voice stopped her.
"I don't think so young lady."
Rolling her eyes and sighing, she turned back around to pout at him. When she had been a little girl that pout had gotten her whatever she had wanted. It didn't work so well now.
"But dad." She pleaded, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument but trying anyway.
"You're not walking alone." He said, crossing his arms and giving her the glare he was notorious for. It worked on his students, but had stopped working on his children long ago. Even though he was fifty years old, he still commanded the same authority and respect he had 20 years ago. Just not with his children.
"I'll be fine. The temple is just down the street." Jag started to say something, but she rushed to stop him. "There hasn't been an attack for over two weeks dad. I'll be fine." He simply stared at her and she huffed.
"Be that as it may, you're still not walking to school by yourself. You can wait until your mother gets home and go with me."
"Dad!" Karissa wailed, "I cannot show up at school with you."
"I thought your friends liked me?" He asked, immensely enjoying the teasing of his oldest daughter.
"Can I go if Jarik takes me?"
Jag sighed, twisting his mouth in thought. "I guess."
Karissa ran over to her father to hug him for his answer then bolted out the door leaving a bewildered Jag behind. He would never understand women, no matter what their age or his.
Karissa practically skipped down the hall to the Durrons' door. After her parents had gotten married they had decided to move out of the Jedi temple and find someplace close to live. The Durrons had as well and they had been lucky enough to find an apartment building a block down from the temple that just so happened to have a whole floor available.
There were three apartments on their floor. One occupied by the Fels, one by the Durrons and the other by Jade's personal guard Jared and his wife Seena. She had grown up with an extended family that wasn't really her family. Her dad had told her to enjoy it, because some people didn't even get their own families to spend time with.
Stopping before the Durrons' door, Karissa rang the door chime and hoped Jarik was still home. Otherwise she was going to have to take her dad up on his offer. Not that she wasn't proud of him or didn't love him, but she was 17 for stars sake! It wasn't cool to have your dad drive you to school, even if he was Jag Fel. Now if her cousin Alastair wanted to drive her that would be cool.
The door slid open and she smiled at the littlest Durron. Rika was the same age as her sister and they were best friends to boot. Which was funny since their parents had been and still were best friends.
"Hey Rika. Is Jarik still home?" The little girl nodded and moved to let her in. Rika was not a talker. She never had been, and at first it had worried her parents. Personally, Karissa just thought it was because Jessa never let her get a word in edgewise, even before they could talk. The two girls had been born weeks apart, so they were especially close.
Karissa stood in the living room and rolled her eyes as Galven walked into the room. Galven Durron was 13 and just a year older than her little brothers, which put him in the annoying category by default.
"Moron." Galven threw out at her, as he walked by.
"Loser." She threw back, more out of habit than anything.
"Hey squirt. What are you doing here?" Karissa turned to see Kyp walk out of a room down the hall and she smiled.
"Morning uncle Kyp." She greeted, rising on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek. This meant Kyp had to lean down because Karissa had inherited her mother's height as well. Kyp winked at her then walked into the kitchen, Karissa following him. He threw her a sunfruit and took one for himself, leaning back against the counter to wait for her answer.
"I was hoping Jarik would let me ride with him today." She said, feeling the focus of their conversation walk in the room behind her.
"Can't your dad take you?" Jarik joked, as he walked by knocking into her lightly as was their custom. He turned to give her a smirk and she rolled her eyes in response. Jarik was well aware of why she didn't want her dad to take her. He gave her grief about it constantly.
"Normally yes, but Jessa is sick so he's not leaving right now."
Kyp frowned in concern, but she moved to set his mind at ease.
"Mom's on her way home." The master nodded, returning to his drink. Jaina had been working the evening shift at the temple the last two weeks since Ben and Jysella had taken some time off to be with their son who was graduating from the academy. She hated it, but it was the least she could do since they had filled in for her when the children had been born.
Jarik grabbed the sunfruit out of Karissa's hand and smirked.
"Ready?" He asked, his blue-green eyes shining in mischief. Karissa rolled her eyes and followed him out of the kitchen.
"Bye uncle Kyp!" She called, running out the door and bumping into Jarik. "Dang it Jarik." She said as she smacked him upside the arm when he laughed. They moved down the hall and he was still smirking at her as he rang the door for the Obath's. Karissa was moving to hit him again, when Micah answered the door.
"You look like hell buddy." Jarik told their friend and Karissa had to agree.
"Sorry guys, but I'm not feeling good today. I think I'm just going to stay home." He said softly, his dark eyes in sharp contrast to the rings beneath them and the pallor of his skin. Micah was Jared and Seena's oldest son and while he had no Jedi skills, he was their best friend. Usually, they dropped him off at the local academy before they went to the temple. Jarik simply nodded at his words, but Karissa reached out to put a hand on his arm.
"Do you need anything?" she asked. Micah smiled slightly at her and shook his head.
"I'm just gonna go back to sleep. Try not to have too much fun without me." He offered before he shut the door.
"Guess it's just you and me then." Jarik said as he turned towards the lift.
"Force help me." He heard Karissa mumble under her breath and smiled.
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Corran reached over to answer the comm and smiled when he saw who it was.
"Hey boss." He said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"Corran. You have a minute? I need to talk to you about something." Luke asked, a frown marring his brow.
"Durron should be here soon. You want to wait for him?"
"No. I need to talk to you first."
Uh-oh. Corran thought to himself. This can't be good.
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A smirk came to his face as he walked down the street behind her. She was definitely beautiful and would be perfect as the next victim in his game. It never ceased to amaze him how stupid people could be. He had been terrorizing the citizens of Coruscant for almost two months now, but they still didn't take him seriously. Oh the police did, that was for certain. It was on the holonet almost every night. But everyday citizens, like the beauty he was following now, they felt invincible. Thinking that with the amount of life on this planet that they were safe. How naïve. If they had been privy to his goal, most of them would know they were safe for sure. He was only after one type of victim. The girl in front of him was a prime example.
He adjusted the bag on his shoulder to a more comfortable position as he felt the adrenaline start to flow through him. It was early in the day, but he knew he wouldn't have a problem getting her. They never fought, at least not until they knew. It had been two weeks and when he had woken up this morning, the pressure in his head had almost been too much. He had tried to ignore the urge, but couldn't fight it anymore. Justice demanded another victim and he would be happy to oblige, knowing it would get him that much closer to his goal.
He would make him pay for what he had done.
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Jaina hurried down the steps of the temple, running late as usual. There had been a last minute emergency that had required her attention, which always seemed to happen right before she needed to leave. She didn't know how Ben and Jysella did it. Of course it was easier for them since they lived in the temple. Jaina thought her current restlessness had to do with her baby being sick too.
Jag had called this morning, but he needn't have bothered. She had felt Jessa's distress through the force and it killed her she wasn't home to take care of her. Weaving her way in and out of the pedestrian traffic, she took a deep breath trying to calm herself. Unless she suddenly sprouted wings she wasn't going to get home any quicker. Jag would handle things just fine. A smile came to her face as she thought of her husband. Husband. She still had to pinch herself sometimes to remember it was real, that she really was married to the love of her life. Even after 20 years he still caused her to behave like a teenager at times, which drove her children nuts. But what good was being a parent if she couldn't embarrass her children.
Suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine and she slowed her gait, touching her light saber in reassurance. A dark presence hovered nearby, making her skin crawl. The feeling was gone as quickly as it had come and she sighed, hoping she had just been freaking herself out. Jag was going to kill her for walking home by herself, she thought, quickening her pace as she caught sight of her building.
Jaina looked both ways as she crossed the street, thankful it was still relatively quiet this early in the morning. She bounded up the steps and impatiently pushed the button for the lift repeatedly, somehow thinking that would make it appear that much faster. Practically jumping on the lift, she crossed her arms and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her poor baby. The lift finally stopped on her floor and she bounded off, nearly running into Kyp as he came out of his own apartment.
"Whoa there speedy. Where's the fire?" He asked, knowing darn well why she was in such a hurry. The master couldn't resist the urge to fluster her. He didn't get much of a chance to lately.
"Sorry Kyp. I'm in a hurry." She said breathlessly, trying to pull out of his grip.
"You don't say." Jaina turned to glare at him, but he just smiled. Then a frown came to his face.
"You walked home alone." He said quietly.
"Yell at me later Kyp. My baby is sick and I need to see her."
He raised an eyebrow at her and sighed. "We're going to have a little chat later," he responded. "If Fel doesn't get ahold of you first." Letting her go, he watched her bounce down the hall and slap the palm reader before she disappeared into the apartment.
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Jag sat on the floor of the fresher, holding Jessa's hair back as she lost what little food she had managed to keep down for the last 30 minutes. This was one of the times he wished he had the force. He would do anything to take this away from Jessa, even take on the illness himself. His kids being sick was one of the things that could humble even the great Jagged Fel.
The Bothan Flu was going around this time of year and it had only been a matter of time before either he and Jaina or one of the kids had contracted it. He hated seeing Jessa sick though.
Realizing that Jessa had finally finished, he waited until she sat back on her heels and he handed her a cold washcloth.
"I'm sorry daddy." He heard her whisper, and reached over to pull her onto his lap.
"There's no reason you should be, princess." Jag told her, tucking her head under his chin and squeezing her a little.
"But you're going to be late for work."
"That is not your fault. I don't think my students will complain." A smile came to his face at her small giggle. "Your mom will be home soon." He added, kissing the top of her head and rocking her slightly.
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Jaina found them like this, on the fresher floor. Jessa was sound asleep and Jag looked to be, but she knew he really wasn't when he smiled. His eyes slowly opened and she felt her heart swell at the sight of the two of them. She had yet to find something that Jag Fel wasn't good at.
"Well, sith, Fel. Is there anything you can't do?" She whispered playfully, using the force to lift Jessa out of his arms. While he was still in good shape and Jessa was small, there wasn't a lot of maneuvering room for him to get up without disturbing her. He sent his thanks through their bond and got up to follow them into his daughter's room.
She settled her youngest child into bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. When she turned around, Jag caught her in his arms and grinned.
"I'm sure I can find something I can't do." He said quietly, waggling his eyebrows and causing her to chuckle. Jaina pushed him into the hall and when the door shut behind her, raised up on tiptoe to capture his lips. Jag backed her up against the wall and took his time exploring the moist cavern of her mouth. She broke the kiss reluctantly and he leaned his forehead against hers, sighing.
"You know, your cousin is great and everything but I can't wait until he and Jysella get back home." He told her, covering her face with small pecks.
"I know. I hate sleeping alone." Jaina responded, closing her eyes and enjoying a little time with her husband. Jag moved his mouth to her ear and she shivered when he kissed it gently.
"You know, I'm already late." He suggested, hearing her chuckle.
"Another two minutes won't make a difference, will it." She whispered back, trying unsuccessfully to keep the laughter out of her voice.
Jag pulled back to look at her. "Two minutes?" She nodded, her grin growing, and he picked her up to carry her down the hall to their room. "I'll show you two minutes Mrs. Fel.
