Jaina surveyed the room before her. After walking around for almost the
whole day, looking for possible Resistance operatives, they'd found a cheap
little hotel in a poorer part of town; they were supposed to be refugees,
so it fit their story, and served their purposes.
"All clean." Jag said, tucking away the device given to them by Iella; it was a scanner for listening devices and other such annoyances.
Jaina turned. "That's good."
She stifled a yawn, and strode over to the bed. She fell back on to it, resting her head on a pillow, when she froze suddenly.
Jag frowned. "Everything ok?"
"There's only one bed." Jaina murmured.
Jag laughed, coming over to her, and kissing the tip of her nose. "We are 'married', Air."
He winked at her, and she smiled. "Right. How could I forget?"
"I don't know. Maybe this will help you remember?" Jag whispered, eyes sparkling as he bent down to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his arms encircled her waist, and she lost herself in the sweetness of his lips.
She pulled away, breathless, and smiled at him. "I'm going to change."
He shot her a small smile, and leaned back onto the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, studying the pattern of dots above him, but his mind was lightyears away.
"Hey, Arryn to Jared. Come in 'Red." Jaina said, waving a hand in front of his face.
Jag blinked, and blushed slightly. "Sorry, sweetheart. I was spacing out."
"I couldn't tell." Jaina grinned at him, and he smiled back at her. She felt her pulse pick up slightly at his smile. He called me sweetheart. He's never done that before. I could get used to this.
She dropped down onto the bed next to him, closing her eyes. She felt him get up, and she kicked off her boots, and slid under the covers. The lights turned off moments later, and Jag dropped down next to her, and she snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled.
"Better not tell my dad we've shared a bed. He'll flip." Jaina murmured.
Jag laughed.
"No, dear, I'm serious. You don't want to see an angry Han Solo."
"I'll take your word for it, then. I won't tell him."
"A wise choice." Jaina said.
***
The next morning, they strolled the streets of Coronet City hand in hand. Jaina smiled as they strolled along the permacrete walkway.
"It's pretty here. I've never been to Corellia before." Jag said.
"I've been here once or twice. I remember when we were here with." her voice trailed off, and Jag knew she was thinking about Anakin and Jacen but couldn't say it. He squeezed her hand, a silent show of support. She gave him a tired, weary smile of gratitude, and they continued walking in silence.
"It's right here." Jag said, tugging her into a dark cantina.
Jaina looked around, surprised. "That was quick."
Jag shrugged. "Our, ah, companion said the third row.last table.and he'll be wearing a black cloak. Which would make him that guy over there." Jag indicated with a quick nod in that direction.
Jaina smiled. "You sure that's the guy?"
"Quite positive. You want to go get us some drinks, dear?" Jag asked.
"Sure. Lomin ale, right?" she asked.
Jag grinned. "You got it. Thanks, love." He walked over towards the man at the designated table, and Jaina watched as they shook hands and sat down. With a grin, she walked over to the bar.
"Ain't it a little early for you to be out drinking, sugar?" asked the bartender.
"No. And please, don't 'sugar' me." Jaina said calmly. The bartender chuckled. "Awright. What can I getcha?"
"Two house lomins, please." She said.
The bartender nodded, and shuffled down to the other end of the bar. While she waited, Jaina sat down on a stool, and observed the exchange between her 'husband' and their mysterious contact. She used the Force to listen in on their conversation, and felt a twinge of guilt at eavesdropping. She shrugged it off, and accepted the two mugs from the barkeep, heading back over towards Jag.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Jag said, taking a mug. "This is Tymur Keppon. He's going to be assisting us."
Jaina nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Keppon." She extended her hand, and Keppon shook it warmly.
"Tymur, this is my wife, Arryn." Jag introduced them.
"She's quite the catch, Jared." Tymur commented.
Jaina blushed slightly, and she felt Jag's pride swell.
"Thank you. I think she's quite the catch also." Jag said, winking at her, before shooting her a lopsided, pure Corellian smile.
Jaina's cheeks flamed red, and she took a swallow of her lomin ale, savoring it. Back to business, gentlemen. she silently willed them.
Jag and Tymur, Jaina was almost certain that was an assumed name, just like they weren't 'Jared and Arryn Taeyle', continued to talk. Jaina was also quite certain that they were discussing everything in code. She doubted Jag really cared about the scores of yesterday's sludgeball match. She lost interest in the conversation, and was fairly surprised when it ended less than 10 minutes later. The two men shook hands again, and Tymur shook Jaina's hand one last time, and he disappeared into the crowd.
"Everything go alright?" Jaina whispered.
"Of course. We found our one man, now we just have to wait for the rest of the Suns to contact us, and let us know they've found suitable help as well." Jag whispered back, barely audible. "We have time for some of that rest and relaxation we were promised by my uncle."
Jaina grinned. "Lead the way, Jared."
He took one of her hands in his, and led her through the crowded cantina. "Let's go back to our room first, sweetheart. I want to send a message to my uncle, and let him know we're here, safe and sound. Then we can do whatever you desire."
"Sounds like a plan, love." She replied, stepping into the turbolift.
Jag took the opportunity to kiss her, long and sweet, before smiling at her. "I hope we can have a nice long vacation now."
"That sounds really nice. There's been way to much war and death and Yuuzhan Vong."
Jag nodded, leading her out the turbolift and through the hallway. He paused to key in the room code, momentarily releasing Jaina's hand. She staggered suddenly against the doorway, face paling. Jag froze, studying her with a concerned look. She closed her eyes, a sweat breaking out on her forehead. Jag frowned, repeating her name and getting no response. Her eyes widened, and she doubled over and gasped in pain.
"Arryn?! Are you ok?" Jag said, kneeling beside Jaina. He caught himself just in time, remembering to call her Arryn, and not Jaina. "Answer me!" he demanded, a cold panic and fear coming over him.
"No." Jaina whispered, now blue eyes wide and open, but not seeing or hearing Jag. "No!" She screeched.
***
Hehe, I just loooooove cliffies, don't you? :D more sooner or later, im going out of town soon..r&r, please!
"All clean." Jag said, tucking away the device given to them by Iella; it was a scanner for listening devices and other such annoyances.
Jaina turned. "That's good."
She stifled a yawn, and strode over to the bed. She fell back on to it, resting her head on a pillow, when she froze suddenly.
Jag frowned. "Everything ok?"
"There's only one bed." Jaina murmured.
Jag laughed, coming over to her, and kissing the tip of her nose. "We are 'married', Air."
He winked at her, and she smiled. "Right. How could I forget?"
"I don't know. Maybe this will help you remember?" Jag whispered, eyes sparkling as he bent down to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his arms encircled her waist, and she lost herself in the sweetness of his lips.
She pulled away, breathless, and smiled at him. "I'm going to change."
He shot her a small smile, and leaned back onto the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, studying the pattern of dots above him, but his mind was lightyears away.
"Hey, Arryn to Jared. Come in 'Red." Jaina said, waving a hand in front of his face.
Jag blinked, and blushed slightly. "Sorry, sweetheart. I was spacing out."
"I couldn't tell." Jaina grinned at him, and he smiled back at her. She felt her pulse pick up slightly at his smile. He called me sweetheart. He's never done that before. I could get used to this.
She dropped down onto the bed next to him, closing her eyes. She felt him get up, and she kicked off her boots, and slid under the covers. The lights turned off moments later, and Jag dropped down next to her, and she snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled.
"Better not tell my dad we've shared a bed. He'll flip." Jaina murmured.
Jag laughed.
"No, dear, I'm serious. You don't want to see an angry Han Solo."
"I'll take your word for it, then. I won't tell him."
"A wise choice." Jaina said.
***
The next morning, they strolled the streets of Coronet City hand in hand. Jaina smiled as they strolled along the permacrete walkway.
"It's pretty here. I've never been to Corellia before." Jag said.
"I've been here once or twice. I remember when we were here with." her voice trailed off, and Jag knew she was thinking about Anakin and Jacen but couldn't say it. He squeezed her hand, a silent show of support. She gave him a tired, weary smile of gratitude, and they continued walking in silence.
"It's right here." Jag said, tugging her into a dark cantina.
Jaina looked around, surprised. "That was quick."
Jag shrugged. "Our, ah, companion said the third row.last table.and he'll be wearing a black cloak. Which would make him that guy over there." Jag indicated with a quick nod in that direction.
Jaina smiled. "You sure that's the guy?"
"Quite positive. You want to go get us some drinks, dear?" Jag asked.
"Sure. Lomin ale, right?" she asked.
Jag grinned. "You got it. Thanks, love." He walked over towards the man at the designated table, and Jaina watched as they shook hands and sat down. With a grin, she walked over to the bar.
"Ain't it a little early for you to be out drinking, sugar?" asked the bartender.
"No. And please, don't 'sugar' me." Jaina said calmly. The bartender chuckled. "Awright. What can I getcha?"
"Two house lomins, please." She said.
The bartender nodded, and shuffled down to the other end of the bar. While she waited, Jaina sat down on a stool, and observed the exchange between her 'husband' and their mysterious contact. She used the Force to listen in on their conversation, and felt a twinge of guilt at eavesdropping. She shrugged it off, and accepted the two mugs from the barkeep, heading back over towards Jag.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Jag said, taking a mug. "This is Tymur Keppon. He's going to be assisting us."
Jaina nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Keppon." She extended her hand, and Keppon shook it warmly.
"Tymur, this is my wife, Arryn." Jag introduced them.
"She's quite the catch, Jared." Tymur commented.
Jaina blushed slightly, and she felt Jag's pride swell.
"Thank you. I think she's quite the catch also." Jag said, winking at her, before shooting her a lopsided, pure Corellian smile.
Jaina's cheeks flamed red, and she took a swallow of her lomin ale, savoring it. Back to business, gentlemen. she silently willed them.
Jag and Tymur, Jaina was almost certain that was an assumed name, just like they weren't 'Jared and Arryn Taeyle', continued to talk. Jaina was also quite certain that they were discussing everything in code. She doubted Jag really cared about the scores of yesterday's sludgeball match. She lost interest in the conversation, and was fairly surprised when it ended less than 10 minutes later. The two men shook hands again, and Tymur shook Jaina's hand one last time, and he disappeared into the crowd.
"Everything go alright?" Jaina whispered.
"Of course. We found our one man, now we just have to wait for the rest of the Suns to contact us, and let us know they've found suitable help as well." Jag whispered back, barely audible. "We have time for some of that rest and relaxation we were promised by my uncle."
Jaina grinned. "Lead the way, Jared."
He took one of her hands in his, and led her through the crowded cantina. "Let's go back to our room first, sweetheart. I want to send a message to my uncle, and let him know we're here, safe and sound. Then we can do whatever you desire."
"Sounds like a plan, love." She replied, stepping into the turbolift.
Jag took the opportunity to kiss her, long and sweet, before smiling at her. "I hope we can have a nice long vacation now."
"That sounds really nice. There's been way to much war and death and Yuuzhan Vong."
Jag nodded, leading her out the turbolift and through the hallway. He paused to key in the room code, momentarily releasing Jaina's hand. She staggered suddenly against the doorway, face paling. Jag froze, studying her with a concerned look. She closed her eyes, a sweat breaking out on her forehead. Jag frowned, repeating her name and getting no response. Her eyes widened, and she doubled over and gasped in pain.
"Arryn?! Are you ok?" Jag said, kneeling beside Jaina. He caught himself just in time, remembering to call her Arryn, and not Jaina. "Answer me!" he demanded, a cold panic and fear coming over him.
"No." Jaina whispered, now blue eyes wide and open, but not seeing or hearing Jag. "No!" She screeched.
***
Hehe, I just loooooove cliffies, don't you? :D more sooner or later, im going out of town soon..r&r, please!