He was floating. And if there's one thing he hated, floating would be it. His head pounded something miserable, and hurt to breathe, to move, to think. 'It hurts to do anything,' Jag Fel thought as he bobbed up and down in a bacta tank. He was vaguely aware of blurred movement-people, he realized-outside his tank, and it took a moment to register that he was in a bacta tank, in a med-center somewhere. Someone tugged on his breather, and he glanced up to see a technician waving at him. He swam up to the top of the tank, where he ambled out, and dropped onto a grate. The tech sprayed him down with a hose, rinsing away the bacta residue, and he'd just barely finished wrapping a towel around his waist when a blur smacked into him, and suddenly, he found himself kissing someone-Jaina- hard. She pulled away, and smiled up at him.

"Hi." He said, a faint smile tracing his lips.

"Hi yourself. How are you feeling?" she asked.

Jag scratched absently at his neck. "I've been better, I think. Head hurts terribly, sides hurt terribly, everything hurts, but otherwise, I'm good to go."

Jaina snorted a laugh. "Right. Good to go."

The technician cleared her throat. "Colonel Fel, everything's been healing up nicely. This was your last dunk, in a few days you should be feeling much better. You were smashed up pretty good."

"So, what all was wrong with me?" inquired Jag.

"Colonel, you had everything wrong. You had one of the worst concussions I've seen, along with a shattered shoulder, an almost collapsed lung, a broken collarbone and numerous burns, cuts, and a bunch of shrapnel embedded all over." Explained the tech, "Please, excuse me, I've got other patients to see to."

Jag nodded, and then took a good long look at Jaina, who was cinching the belt on her robe a little tighter. He traced a finger lightly down her face. "A robe? Were you in a tank, too?"

Jaina smiled at him. "I just got out. Are they keeping you for another night for observation?"

Jag shook his head. "I don't think so. But, then again, I'm not sure." He flagged down a MD droid. "Can you tell me if I am supposed to stay overnight for observation?" he inquired.

The droid canted its head to the side. "Most certainly, Colonel Fel. If you will wait for one moment…" the droid wandered off. Jag wrapped Jaina in a tight embrace while they waited, and he could feel her smile. The MD scuffled back. "Colonel Fel, both you and Lieutenant Solo are scheduled for overnight observations, but, they are to be aboard the New Republic medical frigate 'Found Hope'."

"Thanks." Jag said. "And where can I find a change of clothes?"

The droid turned around. "Colonel, I would suggest you ask Captain Terrik or his daughter."

* * *

Wedge Antilles sighed wearily. "Tycho, I don't think it's possible for us to retake Borleias. We don't have enough resources."

His second-in-command nodded. "That's right. We lost a large portion of our fleet, and I'm still waiting to hear how General Fel and his group fared."

Wedge winced. "I don't even want to hear it."

"Well, I have some better news." Tycho offered.

"Go ahead."

"Jag and Jaina are both out of bacta, and they're scheduled to transfer back to our med-frigate so they can return to active duty when ready."

Wedge smiled. "Remind me to send Booster a thank you."

"You have. Several times. And, the seven others Mirax found are transferring back today, also."

"I love those Terrik people." Commented Wedge.

" I bet you do. Now, about your nephew and his girlfriend, I heard Gavin discussing a welcome back party. Can we go crash it? Please?"

"A welcome back party, and we weren't invited? Put another mark under 'Gavin' on my list of revenge. That's two for him, isn't it?"

Tycho smiled. "It is. Should we warn him?"

"Nah. He's a grown boy, he should know better."

* * *

A woman with a short black bob and a dark blue jumpsuit approached the two embracing pilots. Her brown eyes sparkled as she spoke. "Well, don't you two look better!"

Jaina pulled away from Jag; she sensed his confusion, 'He must not know Mirax.' She thought, before grinning and pulling Mirax into a hug. "Thank you, Mirax, I owe you one!"

Mirax just laughed. "I'll put it on Wedge's tab."

Jaina laughed too. "Works for me." Then Jaina realized Jag was standing behind her, lost, she turned to him. "Jag, this is Mirax Terrik, Corran's wife. She's the one that happened by and saved us. Mirax, this is Colonel Jagged Fel, the one whose Clawcraft I borrowed…"

Jag stepped forward, a hand extended, and he shook her hand, and bowed slightly. "My thanks, Mrs. Horn."

Mirax laughed again. "Call me Mirax. Everyone else does. Jaina, how did you manage to catch such a mannerly gentleman?"

Jaina flushed slightly, and she could tell Jag was embarrassed as well, but he cleared his throat. "What was that you said about 'borrowed Clawcraft', Lieutenant?"

Jaina glanced away. "We'll discuss that later. Mirax, the MD said to talk to you about clothing?"

The older woman nodded. "Jag, your flightsuit is a bloody, shredded rag, so I had the tailor droids create you a new one, and Jaina, the dark green one you were wearing was terribly, terribly bloodstained, so there's a new one waiting for you on my ship. I'm taking you guys back to the med-frigate as soon as your ready-"

Jaina and Jag exchanged glances, and said simultaneously, "We're ready."

Mirax looked surprised. "All right, then, I guess we can go…you've both been cleared by the medics?"

Jag nodded. "I just want to grab a robe, don't want to walk around in a towel around the ship, but then I'm good to go." He walked over and snatched one its resting-place on a floating bed, and tugged it on, tying it around his waist. Jaina slid her hand into his, their fingers lacing automatically. Mirax led them through the Star Destroyer, trough a series of turbolifts and corridors, until they arrived at a docking bay, where a small freighter with sweeping, curving lines sat.

Mirax fished out a comlink. "Corran, we're almost ready." Her comlink crackled back. "All right. I'm just finishing with the repairs."

"Repairs?" Jaina asked.

Mirax glanced back at them. "Father picked up a newer hyperdrive motivator for me, and Corran was installing it. Now we should be able to push point six past lightspeed."

Jaina nodded. "Nice." Mirax waved them up the boarding ramp, "There's an empty bunk room down the hall to your left, if you two want to catch some shut eye. I tossed in your changes of clothes, too."

"Thanks." Called Jaina, already being tugged by Jag inside. He led her through the Skate as if he knew where he was going. The first door on Jaina's left slid open, and Jaina followed Jag inside. The door clicked shut, and Jag pulled her into his strong arms, his lips finding her mouth and capturing it in a kiss. When they both had to finally break for air, he smiled down at her as she glanced up into his pale green eyes. She shoved him back in to the wall, her brown eyes sparking as they met with his confused and surprised stare.

"Don't you ever do that to me again, Jag Fel. I thought you were going to die on me." She said, trying to sound stern and threatening, but softening the statement with a smile. Jag drew her to him, touched his forehead to hers, gazing deep into her brandy eyes. "I will try my hardest not to, Lieutenant. You have my word."

"You really had me scared back there, you know. I was afraid I was going to lose you." She whispered around the lump forming in her throat.

"But you didn't. I'm still here, and better than ever." Jag whispered, kissing her forehead.

Jaina laughed through the tears forming in her eyes, shaking her head. "You pilots and your egos."

"But you find it attractive." Jag pointed out.

"I sure do." She whispered, kissing him hard, arms winding around his neck.

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