After Genocide
by Anna Bailie (
This fic I wrote after reading (and loving) Rebirth, and realizing that with all the hints in that book, Jaina couldn't leave Sernpidal without talking to Kyp at least one more time…
Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm (Pout), and I'm not making any money from this. So don't bother suing me, I'm broke.
It was a shame that she had been given a stateroom with portholes, one many would kill for. She just couldn't bring herself to look out, to see the system of Sernpidal. There were too many memories in that place, the moon crashing down… her flight against what she had thought would be weapon, only to discover what it really was, too late.
Jaina sat in one corner of her room, curled up in a chair and pondering the wall in front of her. It was drab, slate grey in the darkness, only a vid screen suspended in the middle of it. Jaina didn't feel like turning it on, knowing that there was no one she wanted to contact in range, and that there was nothing she wanted to watch. Jaina sipped lightly from a small flask of Correlian Whiskey she had purloined from the galley, smiling as she realized that Solo genes did breed true.
She wanted to be alone with her conscience, to try and figure out if there was something she could have done to prevent the debacle. She supposed that there was a party being held somehwere on the transport ship, maybe Kyp was being hailed as a hero. It didn't matter, he was a murderer in her mind, just as she was.
The door to her stateroom dinged, and she stood up. It was probably Gavin, hopefully giving her persmission to go and find the Errant Venture, as she had requested. She put down the flask and went to the door, opening it.
Kyp stood there, the smile no longer on his face but looking just as arrogant. His reflexes were quicker than hers, and his hand in the door kept it from closing.
"Go the Sith away," Jaina hissed.
"Ah ah ah," Kyp waved a lazy finger in her face, "anger is of the Dark Side."
"You know what? I think my uncle would give me medal if I killed you right now. I don't want to even look at you right now." Jaina closed the door, and walked away from it. She was furious to here the combination tapped in from the outside, she spun to see Kyp step in.
He shrugged, "Did your uncle never teach you that trick?"
"Get out."
"You're leaving in the morning." Kyp countered.
"Yes." Jaina wasn't going to give him an inch.
"We need to talk, I'm not going to let you fly away angry." Kyp approached her.
Jaina gave him a stony glare. "We don't have anything to talk about."
Kyp sighed heavily. " I only did it, because it was the only way you would have helped me."
"I would say you just should have asked me, except that you're damn right I wouldn't have helped you." Jaina looked him in the eye for the first time since she had stormed out of the flight bay, and was surprised by the start his intense black eyes gave her.
"I did it for the galaxy…" Kyp touched her arm gently, but she shook it off.
"Noo, Kyp, I'm sure you're telling yourself you did it for the galgaxy, but you did it for you." Jaina told him angrily. "And the worst part is, I helped you. I went to the brass, put my career on the line, assuring them you were trustworthy. You took advantage of me, of my feelings about Sernpidal, of my feelings for…" Jaina trailed off when she realized where that sentence was heading, and looked away.
Kyp stepped closer to her, "Your feelings for what? …For me?" He almost whispered the last two words, and for the life of her, Jaina couldn't help but shiver.
Kyp couldn't take his eyes off of Jaina, she looked so soft in the starlight, wearing simple black flight pants and a white tank which hugged her curves. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers.
The touch of his lips was searing, and Jaina instinctively responded wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Time hung for a minute, or maybe an hour as their lips explored eachother… until Jaina realized what she was doing. It felt like she was at war with herself, as her mind coldly said 'No', while her body responded 'Oh, yes.' Her mind won and she pushed Kyp away, gasping.
"No…"
Kyp looked shaken. "Jaina… I'm sorry about what happened, and I'm sorry that I hurt you… but you can't deny this."
Jaina looked at him. "I won't be with you, Kyp. Not when you've decieved me. I can't trust you, my uncle doesn't trust you…"
"What does your uncle have to do with us?" Kyp took one of her hands, kissing it softly, until she snatched it away.
"At least I know he won't lie to me. " The second she said them, Jaina regretted the words, as she saw how much they hurt him.
Kyp turned on his heel and went towards the door but he stopped. He picked up the flask of whiskey, and looked back at her. "I'll let you push me away this time, Jaina. But not next time." he threw her the flask, which she caught clumsily. "Have a good trip."
With that he walked out, leaving Jaina alone, feeling more lonely than ever.