Jaina's Journal_Entry_4
"The Date"

By obi's girl

Summary: Obviously, Jaina and Jag's first date. I know, I know, blah, blah blah, you think this is going to be pure mush, it's not. In fact, it's a lot more interesting than you might think.
Timeframe: Set after Dark Tide 2. Don't ask me when or which book. I'm really not sure. This is sorely for fun.
Genre: Romance, though it is only the beginning.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All the below characters belong to George Lucas. I'm just playing around.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I'm starting to think maybe this was a bad idea. I mean, things don't need to go this fast, do they? I hardly know Jag. All we've really shared was an innocent kiss. A remarkable kiss. I've never even thought about since it happened weeks ago. I had been fantasizing what it would have been like to be kissed by him. I wasn't expecting him to be there, like he was. He didn't even say anything, he just kissed me. I didn't really think about it a whole lot until now. He was quiet then. So, does that mean he'll be quiet through our entire date, listening to me bore him to death? Of course, I'm not boring. Or am I? I mean, people listen to what I have to say, but that maybe just because my mother was the former Chief of State and a hero of the Rebellion. He might even think I'm spoiled or something. I mean, he wouldn't be wrong to think so. I am spoiled.

Stop it, Jainy. Stop it! The more you obsess about this, well, you'll end up being late...for the date.

"The date. Oh Force, how did I get myself into this?" I cried slumping my shoulders.

**

Jag smiled at Threepio as he entered the main room. He asked Master Skywalker if he could borrow the droid for a while. Luke cocked his eyebrow suspicious of what the boy was up to, but let him have the droid anyway. Anyway, having Threepio help him prepare some of Jaina's favorite dishes was great. He passed Jacen in the hallway and told him about his date with his sister. It was actually Jacen that recommended he kidnap Threepio to help him out, but Jag refused the idea of stealing the golden droid. He did however, didn't mind borrowing him, which was exactly what he did. And now, everything was perfect.

Threepio popped his head from the kitchen, confronting Jag. "I'm just about finished sir. Is there anything else you need?"

He nodded no. "Nothing else. Thank you, Threepio." Jag nodded, smiling roguishly. "Sticks is going to love this. Perfect."

**

I straightened my blouse one more time before reaching up to hit the COM. Sadly, Jag didn't answer right away which made me even more nervous. Minutes ticked by before he answered with a sly grin on his handsome face. I didn't know how to interpret the grin, making me self-conscience. Did I come over dressed, under dress? Was something wrong? He waved his hand, gesturing I come in.

I entered, smiling at him slightly. But frowned once I noticed the main room was dim. At this point, my suspicions about what was really going on came to light. I turned to him, smiling. "So, how are you?"

He nodded. "I'm fine. You?"

"Good."

After that, we stood there like two idiots, analyzing the situation. I was examining my clothes, cursing myself for just wearing my brown flight jacket, slacks and boots, while Jag was all dressed up. He was perfect and I was not. He smiled at me and nodded again. "Um, would you like something to drink?"

Drink?

"Oh no, I'm fine. But thank you."

His gaze wandered off, before resting on me again. He was nervous.... Probably more nervous than I was, which wasn't bad. If he was nervous, I could be cool.

"Actually, I have to ask, what's with the lights? I mean, any more dimmer in here and we would be bumping into each other." I asked, smiling.

"Oh, the lights. It's a surprise." He replied, again, his gaze wandering, looking for something. He smiled back at me as he waited some more. Finally, there was a click and music began to play. He rolled his eyes, walking closer to me. "Sorry, about the delay. I wanted everything to be perfect. Sorry."

I nodded, resting my arm on his shoulder. "It is perfect, Jag."

He blushed before cradling my hand in his. "Would you like to dance, Lieutenant?"

I started to protest against being called 'Lieutenant' but reminded myself not to spoil the moment. This was our first date. I wasn't going to start things out with an argument over formalities. We danced for a while, then awhile longer, which drew my suspicions even more. It wasn't until the fourth song, did I actually begin to question him. Which in my opinion, was a bad idea. Things were already perfect as they were.

"Um Jag, can I ask you a question?"

He didn't verbally reply except nod.

I let go his hands slightly, gasping. "Are you stalling for something?"

At that, he frowned, cueing the lights and stopping the music. I frowned, inwardly, scolding myself for completely ruining the mood. He dropped onto the couch, rubbing his jaw. "I'm sorry, Sticks. I wanted everything to be perfect. I'm not used to doing this."

I sat down next to him, dumbfounded. I had assumed, since he was a handsome man, not much older than I that he'd be used to girls flirting with him or at least him flirting back. "Jag, what are you talking about?"

He looked at me with grief in his eyes. He mumbled something, then turned his head away. I rose an eyebrow, making a face like I was smelling something fowl. I leaned in closed towards him, asking him to repeat what he said.

Finally, he sprung up off the couch, startling me. "I said this is my first date with a girl!"

I smiled at him. I almost belted over laughing but managed to restrain myself. It wouldn't have been proper if I started to laugh. He'd take it as an insult. I nodded back, still smiling. "Don't worry about it. It's mine too, Jag." He nodded his head, telling me obviously he didn't hear what I said. I stood up, taking his shoulders. "Look at me, Jag. Look at me." He looked at me and I continued. "I said this was a my first date. Don't worry about it. So, what if everything's not planned. Most of the stuff I do in a day isn't even planned. I feel my way around things."

"Yeah, but I wanted things to be perfect." He replied, pacing. He gestured to the kitchen, continuing his speech. "I borrowed Threepio to help me cook the meal, but even that wasn't perfect. He mixed the ingredients great, but taste? It tastes like the innards on a rancor."

I laughed, waving my hand. "Hmm, yummy. Rancor flesh. That's just yummy." I paused, looking at him. "I hope you didn't let him make dessert?"

He looked at me incredulously before laughing himself. "Funny, Sticks."

I stopped laughing, placing my hands on his. "So, dinner is trash. We'll find a supplement." I paused, realizing something. "Wait a minute!"

"What?"

"You lied to me. You said other people would be here. You lied to me and I didn't sense it." I retorted, ruining the mood yet again. I have to get some kind of manual on dating before I totally screw things up.

"Yeah. Well, that was the excuse for dinner. I wasn't really sure if things would turn out okay. I guess I blew it, huh?"

I nodded no again. "You didn't blow it, Jag. In fact, I have a better idea. Follow me."

**

Jag hesitantly followed me down the corridor. He wanted our first date to be perfect, but since our lives aren't perfect, it doesn't matter. Besides, there's something we need to settle once and for all. I glanced back at him before punching in a code into a terminal. The door opened and we entered, only by this time, he was beginning to get suspicious. I nodded towards the flight simulators as I programmed the computer.

"I thought you said we weren't going to do this?"

I laughed, glancing at him. "I did."

"So, why are we here if it was you in the first place that pledged not to go this far?"

I stopped what I was doing and turned to him completely, "Because Jagged Fel, you have the ego the size of a Bantha and need to be taught a lesson. And I figured this was the best way to do it."

He shrugged as I pulled him inside the deck. He was still hesitant, a huge switch from hours ago. Hours ago, I was the hesitant one and now he was. It was very funny.

**

I grabbed the throttle, pointing the nose up, checking the area scanner. I leaned back slightly, my back resting on Jag's chest. Okay, so we ended up in the same x-wing, flying the same simulation. It wasn't even my idea. He offered to give me some tips. I couldn't refuse him. So, he head up the ladder, sitting in the cockpit, leaving some room for me. I nodded, climbing up the ladder and now here I was.

"All right. Try not to pull the nose up too much. And keep the altitude steady; not to high and not too low." He instructed. I felt his breath against my neck and giggled lightly because it tickled.

I snapped back to attention, eyeing the altitude. It was medium. "All right. Now what?" I asked, my eyes narrowing on the controls and my view port.

"Now, find a focal point. Once you've done that, follow it and don't let it escape your eyes."

I turned my face back slightly to him, staring at his lips. "Anything? The focal point. Can it be anything?"

He nodded yes, pointing my face back towards the front. He smiled doing so, whispering that it could be. And that it didn't really matter what the focal point was. I found it and followed it as instructed, keeping the nose fairly medium.

"You don't want to come in too steep. Too steep and the ship will burn up. Keep it steady and clean."

I nodded, touching the runway slightly. It was a bit bumpy, but then again, landing any type of aircraft was never easy. And I was nervous. Not only because I didn't want to mess up, but get distracted by this beautiful man steering me home. He was an excellent teacher. I might have to reward him later for that. I thought with a grin on my face.

"Hold it, Sticks. You're starting to come in too steep!" he cried.

My mind wandered back to the present, pulling the nose slightly and evenly, just as it hit the ground a few more times. He nodded, watching me. He knew I was good, but still had doubts. I edged the nose a quarter to the left then set the landing gear down gently. There was a small thud, which I assumed to be the gear, then adjusted the angle. I waited, until we reached 10 meters before stopping completely. It was abrupt, but clean. I released my belt, facing Jag to see his reaction. He nodded, frowning.

"What?"

"It wasn't clean. You were distracted. If the nose had gone far off, we would be off the runway. And the landing. You put down the gear too soon. You should have waited some few minutes before it was soft and easy." He replied, but smiled, noticing my lips. "But, you'll get better. You have to. It's just a matter of practice."

"Practice. Practice is good." I replied, staring back at him.

"It is good." He replied, nearing me. My eyelids fluttered as his lips touched mine. He tried to pull me into an embrace but the pit was small, so all he could do was take my hands in his. He jerked back a bit, then kissed me harder and harder.

"Come in, kids! Out of the simulator." A voice stated, startling us.

I opened my eyes, glancing around. Jag checked the side view port for any engineers. There weren't anyone but there was his uncle and Colonel Darklighter, chatting and laughing. He looked back at me, frowning. I nodded, opening the hatch. The windows, I noticed were foggy, very foggy, probably from the closed space between us. I saw Gavin and Wedge and my shoulders slumped over as Jag emerged from the pit, starting to head down the ladder.

Well, an almost perfect date if we weren't so rudely interrupted. I mused, following behind Jag.

Wedge nodded to his nephew, then to me as I hit the ground. I smiled at them both, my head lowered a bit. "I'm sorry..." I began, but Wedge shushed me.

"No excuses, Jaina. You maybe Leia's daughter, but you know the rules. The cockpit of an X-Wing isn't used to make-out." He stated, eyeing his nephew.

We both nodded, mumbling, "Yes sir."

"Besides, I thought you two were having dinner." Gavin added, raising an eyebrow.

I smiled for the first time, though my head was low. "Threepio made the meal, only since he has no taste buds, it...well." I brought my head up, nodding to Jag.

"It was Bantha poodoo, Uncle." He admitted. "We're sorry if we violated any rules."

Gavin turned his chin to Wedge, smirking. It was a funny situation, but Wedge, though he looked stern, was laughing on the inside. "It's all right, Jainy. Just don't use the simulator without adult supervision. Deal?"

I smiled back at him, nodding. "Deal." Then I glanced at Jag and he shrugged. I nodded to Gavin as I walked towards the door, Jag following behind me. It was a short date, but it was worth every minute to me and I know, despite the war, we can make it work.

TBC