Jaina's Journal_Entry_19

"Come What May"

By obi's girl

I smiled thanks to every one as they left but pulled Jacen to the side as he started to slip out the door. He nodded to Danni and she head out. Jag kissed my cheek and made himself scarce, knowing I wanted to know what happened that brought Jacen and Danni together. "What happened? I mean, the last time you were here, as far as I knew, you and Danni weren't together. You weren't even close." Jacen smiled mischievously, shoving his hands into his pants' pockets and strode over to the window. "Jacen?"

He turned back to me, the sheepish grin still on his face, "You know the pond at the back of the Temple? When I got back to Yavin, Danni and I talked, really talked. Conversational, philosophical stuff. I told her about my visit with you, and she told me how she was dealing her 'new life-style' as a Jedi."

I rolled my eyes, "Get to the point, Jace!"

"She was rambling on and on, I leaned over and kissed her. I figured it was the only way to shut her up...and she kissed back." Jace's smile broadened and for a moment, I saw the 'Solo' flare. The same flare our father possessed when he first started to flirt with our mother. He was a scoundrel.

"So what? Are you guys dating or something?" I know it was a stupid question, but if they continued to make spectacle of their relationship like this, all the attention would be off Jag and I. Well, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. We would have more privacy but if they came to the wedding, making out, I was going to stomp down from my place at the altar and beat the Sith out of him!

He shrugged, musing, "I guess." Jace turned back to me, kissed my cheek and left the lounge.

**

I met up with Jag, talking to Wedge at his office. I didn't say anything about Jacen. I still liked the spotlight on Jag and I. Wedge gestured I sit down. He stood and opened a drawer on the side of his desk and removed a bottle and three glasses. I glanced at Jag. He shrugged but nodded to humor him. "Jaina, I've always considered myself part of your family. I've known Luke for a long time but now, I 'really' get to be part of the family." He poured the first two glasses. He smiled, "Don't worry. It's not alcoholic."

I took the glass, as he gave the second to Jag and poured himself one and continued, "How are you two going to plan this?"

I shrugged, "Obviously, we're not going to get married right away."

He frowned, raising an eyebrow, "Why not? You're in love, right?"

Jag smiled, bracing my shoulders, "We are. With the war and everything, nothing should be rushed. I want Sticks to look beautiful when I have to stand across from her."

I blushed, taking a sip. It was Corellian wine. The bubbles tickled my nose and Wedge was right; it wasn't alcoholic. "Besides, we want every one to be there. Your sister and Jag's brothers' – we hope." Wedge's frown deepened and I mentally scolded myself for mentioning her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ---."

"I know you didn't, Jaina. The possibility, that she might come – I know it's impossible."

Jag cut him off, putting down his glass. "It isn't impossible, Uncle. Before I came here, she told me if she could, she would go to Coruscant and see you. Nothing is keeping her on Chiss. She's just been scared to come here and see you. She's been scared that you might be angry with her."

Wedge laughed, "I could never be angry with your mother, Jag." He raised his glass again, "Whether she comes or not, it will still be a beautiful wedding and you can guarantee, every Squadron pilot – Chiss and human will be there, and your family of course, Jaina. Come What May."

I smiled as both Jag and I clicked out glasses' with Wedge. "Come What May." We cried.

**

Come What May. I like the sound of that. I mean, after all the heartbreak I had been through over the years, I had basically given up on love, true love. Jag was true love. I will love him until my dying day. Forget the war, and the annoying Vong, as long as Jag is in my life, everything is perfect. Come What May. I smiled to myself, walking into the sim room. It had been three weeks since our engagement and everyone could see how happy I was. I wore Jag's ring proudly, and occasionally fingered it when I was bored.

I sat down at the observation table. Wedge smiled back at me as he reviewed a progress report. "You know, you don't have to come in if you don't want to. I mean, don't you have a wedding to plan?" He winked at me and I smiled, laughing.

"I know I do. Actually, I was wondering about something. The location, should it be here on Coruscant or on Yavin 4?"

He shrugged, "That's up to you and Jag. Knowing him, he might want it on Chiss. I don't know." Wedge picked up a mug and took a sip from it, nodding, "Haven't you two talked about that? You've had three weeks, what have you been doing?"

I blushed, "Stealing time."

Wedge smiled, knowing my meaning, as his fingers tapped the sides of the mug. "I see. You really should discuss it. Location is a big issue."

I shrugged, "There are a lot of things about marriage that's a big issue. What should be priority? Should it be location, what the dress will be, the food..."

Wedge leaned forward and rested his hand on mine and smiled. "Take a week off, Sticks. I think you have a lot of things to think about. Talk to Jag. Where's he been anyway? I haven't seen him in three weeks."

"I haven't either. In fact, I came here, hoping you had seen him. I tried to talk to Valis but he didn't know either."

"Maybe he's planning something special for you." The older man shrugged, "You brought the romantic side out of him, you know, besides the human part."

I smiled to myself, musing, "And getting the human side out wasn't easy." Before we could talk some more, my COMlink buzzed. I picked it up, half-heartedly, "Yes? Jaina Solo."

~~Hey Sticks. Can I see you for a minute? ~~

"Jag, where are you? Where have you been?"

He laughed, ~~I'm in the mess hall. I promise I'll explain everything once you get down here. Sticks, please? ~~

I rolled my eyes and smiled. Wedge perked up, realizing who was on the other end. "Fine. I'll be there and you better explain to me what you've been up to for three weeks."

~~Oh, I will. ~~ And he switched off.

I glanced at Wedge and he shrugged, "He's your fiancée. I'm only his Uncle. I have no idea what he has planned, but I'm sure whatever Jag has planned, you're going to have a wonderful evening."

I nodded, stood up and walked out of the sim room as I bumped into a young woman with black hair. She smiled and walked on into the simulator, as I head to the lounge to see my fiancée.

**

The woman casually walked into the sim room, scanning over the various pilots until her eyes rested on a lone man sitting at a table, drinking some caf and reading over a progress report. She sighed, walked over, biting her lip as she approached him. The last time she had seen him, they were children and now, almost a decade later, there they were again. She cleared her throat, "Excuse me. Are you Wedge Antilles?"

Wedge gazed up at the woman. He almost didn't even recognize her. It had been so many years, but he couldn't dispute the resemblance. She looked exactly like his mother when she was alive. She was speechless, biting her lower lip again, "I didn't mean to interrupt you, Commander --- I, uh, it's been a long time."

He stood up, leaned over and hugged the woman. She smiled, "It's good to see you, Syal." Wedge let go and smiled back at her. He had so many questions; so much he wanted to say to her.

"Soontir and I had been keeping in touch with each other, since he left Chiss to look for Jag. Where is he?" Syal explained.

Wedge frowned momentarily, "You don't know then?"

She shrugged, "Know what? Wedge, what is it?"

Before he could reply, the Baron arrived. He saw Wedge and Syal together and smiled, walking casually over to the two. "Hello, sweetheart." He bent over and kissed her cheek, smiling at Wedge. "Happy to see your sister, Wedge?"

Syal smiled, "Wedge was about to tell me something about Jag."

The two men exchanged glances, glares it seemed like, arguing on whether to tell her some secret. Wedge won. "Um, tell you that – do you know about the Skywalker-Solo family?"

"Of course, I do. I've been keeping track of everything while I've been gone. Chiss still gets the HoloNet. What about them?"

**

I scowled, walking into the dark lounge. Whatever Jag had planned, I honestly didn't want to hurt myself before I got to him. I thought about igniting my lightsaber but remembered weapons aren't allowed in the mess hall. I glanced around, my hand fumbling the switch. I hadn't even touched it when the lights turned on automatically, and in the center of the room, was Jag with a dinner-picnic and wine. I smiled, walked over and kissed him before looking around at the food he had prepared. "What is all this?"

He shrugged, "I figured it had been a long time since we had actually been on a date. And the first time, it wasn't the best, well, the first part anyway. This is to make up for that."

Jag leaned down and kissed me again. "Hmm. I was wandering what you were up too. Now, I know." I mused, sitting down on the blanket.

"It was difficult. I had to get approval from the mess hall cook, time off from the squadron, cooks to help me, decorators – it wasn't easy but I managed. I wanted tonight to be perfect."

I frowned slightly, taking a bite of some food, "And our first date wasn't?"

"The first part of the first date; the second part was great. I enjoyed giving you a flight lesson in the cockpit of an X-wing." He paused, smiling, "especially in such closed quarters."

I blushed, "Ya know, I was thinking about the wedding, where should we have it? I mean we have lots of options. We could have it on Coruscant, Yavin 4 or on Chiss."

Jag shrugged, "Doesn't matter." I frowned again, and he smiled, "Doesn't matter as long I'm standing across from you on the altar, and you become Mrs. Jaina Solo-Fel."

"You're sweet, but it matters. Thing of it is – I don't want it to be a big wedding; friends and family is fine. No senators, reporters and stuff; especially the Senators. I don't want my wedding to be the grounds for a political battle." Jag smiled at me again. "What?"

"Our wedding. It is your wedding, but it's our wedding, Sticks." He paused, "but you're right. It should be private; only family and friends. No public." Jag's eyes narrowed, "Oh by the way, I talked to my dad and he told me, my mom might be able to come. She may already be here."

I froze, "Syal here? I mean, I want her here – Wedge wants her here. Are you sure he heard right? Of course, he probably heard right." Jag raised an eyebrow and I calmed down, "And I'll stop babbling now."

He shrugged, "It's only a possibility. I would love for her to be here too, and for you to meet your future brother-in-laws."

"Sounds like a plan." I mused, as my hand slipped on top of Jag's.

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