Jaina's Journal_Entry_17
Possibilities
By obi's girl
Mara rolled her eyes, grabbing a cup of water. She loved Luke dearly but in her opinion, it was wrong of him to put my hopes up that Jag might actually survive. The Vong, they can be brutal and life and death, was not something to be toyed with. Luke saw her irritation and frowned, fidgeting. "I didn't say that to toy with Jaina's mind, Mara. I said it to give her hope, and right now, we all need a little hope."
She turned to him, holding the cup in her right hand, crossing her arms, "I know you would never say anything to hurt Jaina, Luke. She loves him a lot. It tore my heart to hear that Jag proposed to her and, depending if he survives or not, they might not have that future." Mara shrugged, "Jaina doesn't need that grief. It can weigh heavily on a person, especially if she believes he's in that coma because she was careless."
"But she wasn't careless. She formulated a plan, carried it out and it worked." Luke reasoned, crossing his legs, leaning back against the wall.
Mara raised an eyebrow and sighed, "I guess it will be never-ending."
Luke frowned, "What's never-ending?"
She walked over to him, put down the cup and hugged him, "The repeat of history; the pain, the hurt – a beautiful romance turned into tragedy. It will never change. It took a war to bring Jaina and Jag together and now, there may never be a tomorrow for them."
"...Except there will be a tomorrow, Mara. I know what I saw in my vision. Jag WILL survive. I wouldn't have had if it was wrong."
"I know, but it was only a possible future, Luke. Nothing's definite, which means it, could change. Jag may not survive and if that does happen, it will crush Jaina." She reasoned, bracing him closer, "I just don't want to see her hurt anymore than she needs to be. We've all been through a lot; but them – they're future is everything. Jacen, Anakin, Jaina --- they can have a future if the Force will only let them."
Luke smiled, kissing her cheek, "They will. Trust me."
Mara laughed, hearing the slyness in his voice. Same farm boy. Same innocent voice, but even that didn't soothe her worries.
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As I walked back inside the med. Center, I told myself not to panic. There was no need to panic. It could be good news, or bad news, or worse! No, don't panic. Think good thoughts. Jag the future you'll have together. Future? If there was a future. No, don't go there! He'll be fine. He'll be fine. I huffed, confronting Valis and Wedge, who had rejoined him. Ooh, that wasn't good or maybe it was. Maybe Wedge was there because Jag came out of the coma. Of course, there was also the other scenario where this was a 'good bye'. No. It wasn't that. I couldn't be. Could it?
"What happened?" I mused, unable to look in Wedge's direction. Whatever the outcome, I didn't want Wedge to blame me. I already felt like bantha fodder.
Valis nodded, "He's conscious; able to speak a little bit but not a lot." He leaned forward and smiled, "And he wants to talk to you."
Talk to me? Now, that was the best news I've heard all day. Of course, I would talk to him. Valis went to sit down as I hugged Wedge before going in. Jag was playing with his dog tag as I came in. I knocked the door. He looked up at me and smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. And his eyes, they seemed so full of energy. If it ever came up, and he proposed again, I would accept immediately (might even insist we get married on the spot). I pulled up a chair on his left side and smiled, kissing his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"A bit groggy." He frowned, taking my left hand in his and squeezed it, "I'm sorry I scared you like that..."
I nodded, "There's no need to apologize, Jag. It was an accident." I paused, looking down, "besides, it was my fault." His eyebrow's furrowed as I continued, "I executed the plan; I blocked out everything else around me – including you. I believed we were invincible and we weren't. You were hurt because of my carelessness."
Jag shook his head, rubbing my hand, "It wasn't you're fault, Sticks. It was a great plan and it worked. By now, those yorik coral are probably half way across the galaxy by now, and away from innocents. You did good. You should be proud of yourself. I am."
"Probably but I still can't shake this feeling, it's not over. I mean, that there's more. Like why that wormhole was right there when we needed it and how did it get there? Was it fabricated by the Vong or had it been there all along and we just didn't know about it?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. It could be – Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore." Jag smiled, tugging me closer, "I was thinking. The announcement we – I mean I made earlier, it really wasn't official. Chances are the HoloNet haven't reported on it yet...Why don't we make it official? After I get out here, how about if we have a family dinner, Wedge included in the mix and announce it together?"
I smiled, kissing him, "I like the way you think Jagged Fel. I'd have to recall Jacen to Coruscant from Yavin 4 but I don't think that will be a problem, and hey, maybe your mother and siblings can come and meet their legendary uncle."
Jag frowned slightly, but not too much. "Mom would love with see Wedge again; they had been apart for so long...It would answer some questions about why she left to begin with and cut off all contact with the Republic. I never really asked her because she never liked to talk about it."
"We don't have to push her; but I would like to meet my future mother-in-law and brother-in-laws, or sisters." I piped. I kissed him again, "I am so lucky to have you, Jag. I went to see my Luke and Mara. I told them about us – I was totally freaked. But Luke, he had a vision that we would have a future. I wanted to believe him."
"What did he see?"
I shrugged, smiling mischievously, "Our wedding."
Jag smiled, drawing me closer, "Well, he wouldn't be far off. I definitely see you in my future, Jaina Solo."
"A vision?"
He nodded, "No, intuition." And kissed me.
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