The Talk:
Jaina Solo tossed and turned in her bunk on the 'Daughter of Gallinore', the Hapan freighter that had been loaned to Kyp and Jaina for their trip to Eclipse. Her thoughts of her siblings were preventing her from sleeping. She glanced over at the room's other occupant, Kyp, who, she noticed with slight disgust, was sleeping soundly.
'Figures.' She thought. She got up out of her bed, and pulling her pillow off, made her way down the ladder to the lower gun turret.
'Or, what would be the gun turret, if there was a quad laser canon and a gunner's chair. Nice view. Good for meditation.' She thought, noticing the lack of weaponry in the glass bubble. She stared out the transparisteel viewport, studying the characteristic, uniform star streaks of hyperspace. She hugged her pillow to her chest, and stretched out with the Force for her brothers' Force senses. She felt hot tears burning in her eyes when she couldn't sense either of them. "Sith, I miss them!" she murmured. "Jace, you've always been there for me when I need you, where are you now?" she stared out the transparisteel, getting no response to her question. "Anakin?" she whispered. "Why? Why did you have to die? I need you, Little Brother…" her vision blurred, as her tears coursed down her cheeks.
She stretched out towards the Jacen spot in her heart, the one that had always been there, but was rewarded with cold, harsh nothing. She buried her face in her pillow and cried for a few moments. She raised her head again, wondering what Jag was doing. 'He's probably up by now.' She thought miserably. 'And he's probably wondering where I am right now. Why I left without saying goodbye…' a fresh wave of tears came, and she sighed, staring into the hyperspace tunnel.
* * *
Jag frowned slightly. He knocked on the door with a little bit more force. "Jaina?" he called. "Jaina, I know you're in there. Open up!" He stood there, knocking insistently when someone tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. He whirled, and saw a smirking Gavin Darklighter behind him.
"Colonel Fel, I assume you are looking for Lieutenant Solo?" he inquired politely.
"Yes, Colonel Darklighter, I am. Would you happen to know of her whereabouts?" Jag asked coolly.
"She didn't tell you?" Gavin frowned, confusion plain on his features.
"Tell me what?" Jag asked slowly, suspicious.
"She shipped out late last night, with Kyp Durron. I don't know where, and she asked for an indefinite leave of absence."
"Oh." Said Jag.
"I'm really quite surprised she didn't tell you, that doesn't sound like Jaina at all-"
"Durron." Jag spat, cutting Darklighter off. "Figures." Gavin's eyebrows raised, and he stood there in silence. Jag turned sharply, and strode down the hall, leaving Gavin there.
"Oh. Angry? This is a new side of Jag."
* * *
Kyp woke up, a strong feeling of distress and hurt flooding him through the Force. He sat up, and looked towards Jaina's bunk. It was empty. Kyp frowned slightly, but pulled on a tunic and started looking around for Jaina. He sensed her below him, and he heard muffled sobs floating up to his ears. His frown deepened and he descended the ladder to the lower gun turret.
"Go away, Kyp. If I wanted you here, I would have asked for you." Jaina mumbled through her pillow.
"Well, you didn't ask, and yet here I am. Scoot over. What's wrong?" he inquired.
Jaina didn't budge, just buried her face in the pillow. Kyp rolled his eyes, and waved his hand, sliding her over a few inches. He dropped down next to her.
"Jaina, what's wrong?" he repeated.
"None of your business." The muffled voice said.
"You can tell me anyway, and make it my business."
Jaina raised her face from her pillow, but still not meeting his gaze.
"Why do you really want to know?" she whispered. Kyp reached over with a hand, and tipped her face towards his, her watery brown eyes locking with his deep emerald ones.
"Because you are my friend, and I think I have a right to know when something's troubling my friends." He said softly.
Jaina took a deep breath, and started explaining everything, from Anakin's death, to not saying goodbye to Jag.
* * *
Jag stormed on to the simulator room. 'Durron? She hates him! She really really hates him! She hates him with a passion! Why wouldn't she have told me?' he thought, furious, as he scrambled into a sim. 'She loves me! Doesn't she?' he thought, questioning himself. Then he punched in the sim he wanted, and with a flash of brilliance, tagged all the Yuuzhan Vong coralskippers, designating them 'Kyp Durron'. He frowned, and then cleared his mind, and slipped back into his cool, calm fighting mode, and prepared him self to blast some skips.
* * *
"Kyp," Jaina whispered, "Kyp, do you think he's mad at me?"
"No. No, he won't be mad at you at all." Kyp fibbed, lying through his teeth. 'I don't know about him, but if my girlfriend disappeared with a man a little better than my worst enemy, I'd be hopping mad!' he thought.
"If you're going to lie to me, Durron, then you may as well buzz off." Jaina muttered, staring into the hyperspace streaks. She sensed his surprise, and almost smiled to herself. "How did I know? I'm a Jedi, Kyp, you aren't the only one, you know. I can sense the deception. And, I also know Jag very, very well."
Kyp sat there in silence. 'I bet you know him well. I bet you know him better than any girl in this galaxy.' He thought bitterly.
"WHAT?!" shouted Jaina, stunned and alarmed. "How- how could you think that about me- about us?"
"Oh, I don't know," Kyp began, his anger rising, "You two haven't exactly been discreet in what you do."
"What?!" Jaina repeated, staring at his face.
"You heard me." He spat back at her. He frowned deeper when he saw her look of outrage change to a one full of curiosity, and then definitely a more smug expression.
"Oh. You are jealous! You are jealous of what Jag and I have!" she said triumphantly.
Now it was Kyp's turn to be stunned and alarmed. "What?!"
"Think about it."
"I will." He huffed. As he leaned back, he did start to see where she was getting it from. 'Why am I so angry all of a sudden? I am
not jealous of them! I am not! Why would I be jealous?' they sat there in total silence. 'What is Jaina to me? I know I'm not in love with her. I just like being around her. She's nice, and smart, and definitely grown up…and so unhappy right now, and I could make her happy…' he thought. 'Stang! Durron, what's wrong with you?'
"Listen, Kyp, I appreciate you listening to me. Can I just think, and meditate by myself now?" Jaina's voice startled him out of his reverie.
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah, sure. No problem." Kyp hauled himself up, and then climbed the ladder out of the belly gun turret, leaving Jaina to her thoughts.
* * *
(sorry it took so long on the update. Had to read RD and get some idears…how wuz this chapter, by the way? And no, I will not turn this into a kyp/jaina fic, although it might seem like it. I'm a firm believer in jaya/jag :D)
Jaina Solo tossed and turned in her bunk on the 'Daughter of Gallinore', the Hapan freighter that had been loaned to Kyp and Jaina for their trip to Eclipse. Her thoughts of her siblings were preventing her from sleeping. She glanced over at the room's other occupant, Kyp, who, she noticed with slight disgust, was sleeping soundly.
'Figures.' She thought. She got up out of her bed, and pulling her pillow off, made her way down the ladder to the lower gun turret.
'Or, what would be the gun turret, if there was a quad laser canon and a gunner's chair. Nice view. Good for meditation.' She thought, noticing the lack of weaponry in the glass bubble. She stared out the transparisteel viewport, studying the characteristic, uniform star streaks of hyperspace. She hugged her pillow to her chest, and stretched out with the Force for her brothers' Force senses. She felt hot tears burning in her eyes when she couldn't sense either of them. "Sith, I miss them!" she murmured. "Jace, you've always been there for me when I need you, where are you now?" she stared out the transparisteel, getting no response to her question. "Anakin?" she whispered. "Why? Why did you have to die? I need you, Little Brother…" her vision blurred, as her tears coursed down her cheeks.
She stretched out towards the Jacen spot in her heart, the one that had always been there, but was rewarded with cold, harsh nothing. She buried her face in her pillow and cried for a few moments. She raised her head again, wondering what Jag was doing. 'He's probably up by now.' She thought miserably. 'And he's probably wondering where I am right now. Why I left without saying goodbye…' a fresh wave of tears came, and she sighed, staring into the hyperspace tunnel.
* * *
Jag frowned slightly. He knocked on the door with a little bit more force. "Jaina?" he called. "Jaina, I know you're in there. Open up!" He stood there, knocking insistently when someone tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. He whirled, and saw a smirking Gavin Darklighter behind him.
"Colonel Fel, I assume you are looking for Lieutenant Solo?" he inquired politely.
"Yes, Colonel Darklighter, I am. Would you happen to know of her whereabouts?" Jag asked coolly.
"She didn't tell you?" Gavin frowned, confusion plain on his features.
"Tell me what?" Jag asked slowly, suspicious.
"She shipped out late last night, with Kyp Durron. I don't know where, and she asked for an indefinite leave of absence."
"Oh." Said Jag.
"I'm really quite surprised she didn't tell you, that doesn't sound like Jaina at all-"
"Durron." Jag spat, cutting Darklighter off. "Figures." Gavin's eyebrows raised, and he stood there in silence. Jag turned sharply, and strode down the hall, leaving Gavin there.
"Oh. Angry? This is a new side of Jag."
* * *
Kyp woke up, a strong feeling of distress and hurt flooding him through the Force. He sat up, and looked towards Jaina's bunk. It was empty. Kyp frowned slightly, but pulled on a tunic and started looking around for Jaina. He sensed her below him, and he heard muffled sobs floating up to his ears. His frown deepened and he descended the ladder to the lower gun turret.
"Go away, Kyp. If I wanted you here, I would have asked for you." Jaina mumbled through her pillow.
"Well, you didn't ask, and yet here I am. Scoot over. What's wrong?" he inquired.
Jaina didn't budge, just buried her face in the pillow. Kyp rolled his eyes, and waved his hand, sliding her over a few inches. He dropped down next to her.
"Jaina, what's wrong?" he repeated.
"None of your business." The muffled voice said.
"You can tell me anyway, and make it my business."
Jaina raised her face from her pillow, but still not meeting his gaze.
"Why do you really want to know?" she whispered. Kyp reached over with a hand, and tipped her face towards his, her watery brown eyes locking with his deep emerald ones.
"Because you are my friend, and I think I have a right to know when something's troubling my friends." He said softly.
Jaina took a deep breath, and started explaining everything, from Anakin's death, to not saying goodbye to Jag.
* * *
Jag stormed on to the simulator room. 'Durron? She hates him! She really really hates him! She hates him with a passion! Why wouldn't she have told me?' he thought, furious, as he scrambled into a sim. 'She loves me! Doesn't she?' he thought, questioning himself. Then he punched in the sim he wanted, and with a flash of brilliance, tagged all the Yuuzhan Vong coralskippers, designating them 'Kyp Durron'. He frowned, and then cleared his mind, and slipped back into his cool, calm fighting mode, and prepared him self to blast some skips.
* * *
"Kyp," Jaina whispered, "Kyp, do you think he's mad at me?"
"No. No, he won't be mad at you at all." Kyp fibbed, lying through his teeth. 'I don't know about him, but if my girlfriend disappeared with a man a little better than my worst enemy, I'd be hopping mad!' he thought.
"If you're going to lie to me, Durron, then you may as well buzz off." Jaina muttered, staring into the hyperspace streaks. She sensed his surprise, and almost smiled to herself. "How did I know? I'm a Jedi, Kyp, you aren't the only one, you know. I can sense the deception. And, I also know Jag very, very well."
Kyp sat there in silence. 'I bet you know him well. I bet you know him better than any girl in this galaxy.' He thought bitterly.
"WHAT?!" shouted Jaina, stunned and alarmed. "How- how could you think that about me- about us?"
"Oh, I don't know," Kyp began, his anger rising, "You two haven't exactly been discreet in what you do."
"What?!" Jaina repeated, staring at his face.
"You heard me." He spat back at her. He frowned deeper when he saw her look of outrage change to a one full of curiosity, and then definitely a more smug expression.
"Oh. You are jealous! You are jealous of what Jag and I have!" she said triumphantly.
Now it was Kyp's turn to be stunned and alarmed. "What?!"
"Think about it."
"I will." He huffed. As he leaned back, he did start to see where she was getting it from. 'Why am I so angry all of a sudden? I am
not jealous of them! I am not! Why would I be jealous?' they sat there in total silence. 'What is Jaina to me? I know I'm not in love with her. I just like being around her. She's nice, and smart, and definitely grown up…and so unhappy right now, and I could make her happy…' he thought. 'Stang! Durron, what's wrong with you?'
"Listen, Kyp, I appreciate you listening to me. Can I just think, and meditate by myself now?" Jaina's voice startled him out of his reverie.
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah, sure. No problem." Kyp hauled himself up, and then climbed the ladder out of the belly gun turret, leaving Jaina to her thoughts.
* * *
(sorry it took so long on the update. Had to read RD and get some idears…how wuz this chapter, by the way? And no, I will not turn this into a kyp/jaina fic, although it might seem like it. I'm a firm believer in jaya/jag :D)