A/N: this is the last chapter before the final chapter! one can only write
so much, but maybe I'll do a different j/j story, later…
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Jag and Jaina stood in the med ward of the frigate 'Found Hope.' They were surrounded by several squadrons; Rogue, Vanguard, Twin Suns, and others. Gavin Darklighter grinned, the two young pilots were glowing amidst their friends. Pilot morale was high, everyone was in great spirits, despite the loss at Borleias.
"I must admit, Gavin, this isn't that bad of a party. How'd you get the MDs to concede to a party in the ward?"
Gavin nearly jumped out of his skin, and almost spilled the tumbler of whiskey he held. He turned around slowly, wincing. "Wedge, ah, I er-"
"That would be General, Colonel Darklighter." Wedge shot coldly.
"Er, General. How nice of you to, ah, grace us with your presence." He stuttered.
"Thanks for the invite, Colonel. Might I add that this is strike two?"
"Two?! What was the first one from?"
"The little stunt you pulled on Borleias."
"Ah. Well, we never got around to sending invites, General. It was just spread by word of mouth. Squadron to squadron. You know, that sort of thing. It was a spur of the moment thing." Gavin smiled uncertainly, remembering how Wedge loved to get revenge. Wedge just narrowed his eyes, and glared at him. Gavin gulped.
"I invited General Fel and his crew, also, Colonel Darklighter." Wedge commented, voice icy.
Gavin tried to repress a sign of annoyance. "Wedge-er, General," he corrected at the glare Wedge shot him, "You just don't invite people whose normal state of being is grim, to a party intentionally!"
Wedge nodded. "I know. It's called 'party-crashing'. I also took the liberty of inviting a few other friends. Excuse me, I'd like to talk to my nephew." He shouldered his way through the crowd surrounding the two young pilots.
Tycho appeared next to the pale Gavin. "He's just kidding you know. About being angry. Not about inviting the Chiss, though."
Gavin's eyes were wide. "Not funny."
***
Jag laughed, sipping a whiskey and sliding his arm around Jaina's shoulders. "I wish I could have seen it."
The pilots of Rogue Squadron just laughed, mumbling amongst themselves. Jag just rolled his pale green eyes and he leaned down to kiss Jaina. The Rogues immediately started cheering and catcalling, and when Jag pulled away, Jaina's face was flushed with embarrassment.
Wedge spoke up. "You sure have loosened up from when you first came here."
Corran grinned, responding for Jag. "He's surrounded completely by your band of maniacs and delinquents, Wedge. How could he not loosen up?"
This drew another chuckle from the group. Wedge grinned. "Just remember Horn, you're part of my band of maniacs, too."
Corran didn't answer that, just sipped his lomin ale.
Wedge turned back to Jag. "Anyway, it's good to see you out of bacta and in good health, Jag."
The faintest smile teased Jag's lips. "Thanks, Uncle Wedge."
"And you as well, Lieutenant Solo. Oh, that reminds me, Jaina, while we're here," he fumbled in a pocket, pulling out a flimsy wrapped packet, handing it to Jaina. She studied it quizzically, and Wedge smiled. "Consider it your engagement present." Shock overrode both Jag and Jaina's face, but before they could protest, and before Jaina could open the package, Wedge raised his voice. "Can I have your attention, please, everyone?" he called out. The groups chattering and whispering fell silent, and turned to listen to Wedge. "I have an announcement to make. Due to her courage, and bravery and levelheadedness in the time of adversities, it is my pleasure to present Lieutenant Jaina Solo with the rank insignia of Major."
The group applauded and cheered, and Jag pulled her into a fierce hug, and snuck a kiss. Jaina blushed bright red, surprise and wonder evident on her face. "Thanks, Wedge." She said, pleased.
"I have the most confidence that you will excel in your new rank, Major." Wedge saluted, and a grinning and ecstatic Jaina returned it. Nodding one last time to Jag, Wedge disappeared into the crowd. Jag wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her again. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured, touching his forehead to hers. "It's about time you got that promotion." A silence rippled around the group, but the two pilots took no notice. Jaina just stared into the depths of his pale green eyes, smiling, and was about to say something, when someone coughed. Jag glanced away, at the source of the sound, and immediately released his hold on Jaina, looking like a Coruscanti Poison Stinger had just stung him. Jaina followed his line of sight curiously, and her bright smile faded away. Jag closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath. He snapped into a militarily straight position, and saluted. "General Fel."
The man clad in black returned the salute. "Colonel Fel."
Jaina suddenly felt fear clench her heart. This was Jag's father. Instead, she smiled at the graying, one-eyed General, waiting for Jag to make the introductions. Jag smiled nervously. "General, this is someone I'd like you to meet. Father, this is Major Jaina Solo. Jaina, this is my dad."
She stepped forward, hand extended. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, General Fel."
***
'Familiar…why does she look so familiar? Other than she's Leia Organa's daughter…the dark brown hair-that's it! She's the one who was with Jag that one time…this just gets more and more interesting, doesn't it?' Baron Soontir Fel smiled at Jaina, stepping forward, and shaking her hand firmly. "The pleasure is mine, Major. I am glad to hear you are in good health. And, you as well, Jagged."
Jag smiled slightly, stepping forward to embrace his father. "Jaina, if you would excuse me…"
She nodded. "Go ahead. Just don't keep me waiting. I recall the last time you had a conversation with your father…"
Spots of color appeared high on Jag's cheeks. "I won't. I promise, Major."
Jaina winked at him, before turning to talk to some Twin Suns pilots.
Jag turned to his father. "What are you doing here?"
His father looked mildly surprised. "Wedge invited me. I can't come to a welcome back party for my son?"
Jag smiled slightly. "Glad you're here."
"Yes, I am too, now, about this Major Solo, you know, the one whose throat you were sticking your tongue down," Jag blushed, his face burning, but Soontir went on, "How long has this been going on?"
"A little while," Jag admitted.
"A little while?" Soontir repeated.
"Yes, sir."
"And you were going to tell me exactly when?"
"I'm not sure, hadn't thought that far yet."
"My son, tactical genius and always predicting and thinking ahead, didn't think ahead?" Soontir exclaimed.
Jag felt his cheeks burn again. He said nothing.
"Well, Jagged, it seems like she's ok. For a Rebel." Conceded the older Fel.
"General," Jag hissed, "They are not Rebels any longer. They're Reps."
"Same difference. I heard she saved your life?"
"Correct, sir, and I in turn have saved hers many times as well."
General Baron Soontir Fel smiled at the young colonel in front of him. He nodded. "And you care about her, as well?"
"Yes, sir, we care about each other deeply."
The older Fel's eye narrowed. "Very well then, you should not keep her waiting."
Jag's smile grew. "Thank you." He turned and went back to Jaina, coming up behind her, and slid his arms around her waist, drawing her to him. She looked over her shoulder, into his pale green eyes, and smiled. Jag leaned in for a kiss. "Thanks for saving my life, Major." He whispered into her ear.
Jaina smiled, leaning back in his strong arms. "Life wouldn't be worth living if you weren't here, Colonel."
***
An hour or so later, General Fel pulled Jaina aside. "Jagged tells me you saved his life. I want to say thank you. I owe you one. If it hadn't been for you, we probably would have lost another child."
Jaina smiled. "Jag's tough, and he usually doesn't need much saving. More often than not, he's the one saving me. You don't owe me anything. I'm just trying to repay the debt I owe your son, if it weren't for him, I'd be dead a thousand times over."
General Fel nodded, observing and analyzing the young Rebel. 'Finally, I think I've found the one Rebel X-wing pilot who's not a cocky and self- centered egotist. I think I like her. If Jag wants a Rebel, this one would be ok with me.'
Jaina's smile grew, but she didn't let on that she'd understood what the General had thought. 'Don't want to weird him out too much yet.'
***
Han and Leia Organa Solo threaded their way through the throng of partying pilots, trying to find their daughter, Jaina. Han's frown increased as he spotted her in discussion with a one-eyed man. He nudged his wife with an elbow. "Doesn't he look familiar?"
Leia gasped. "That's Baron Soontir Fel!"
Han bristled. "What's an Imperial doing at a Rebel party? Crashing it?"
"Han! He's Jag's father, he has just as much right to be here as you do!" Leia whispered, watching the exchange with interest, until Jaina wandered off, looking for someone.
Han rolled his eyes. "Right, Princess. Would you like something to drink, I think I-"
A screech cut him off, and then a small blur ran into him, hugging him. "Daddy!"
He swung her around. "Hey, sweetheart!"
Jaina smiled at her dad. "I didn't know you guys were going to be here!"
"Wedge invited us," her mother interjected, stepping in to hug her daughter as well, "We heard about your incident."
"Yeah," Han added, "And we heard you saved an Imperial."
Jaina grinned. "His name is Jag."
Leia froze. "As in, Colonel Jag Fel?"
Jaina nodded, "That's the one."
Leia exchanged amused glances with Han. Jaina rolled her eyes, and she sensed Jag coming up behind her. She whirled to greet him. "Jag, these are my parents, I'm sure you've met before, but, this is my mother, Ambassador Leia Organa Solo, and this is my dad, Han Solo. And, this, is Colonel Jagged Fel." She said, voice filled with pride.
Jag shook Leia's hand before bowing. "Ambassador."
Leia laughed. "Call me Leia, Colonel."
Jag smiled slightly, "Alright, please, then, call me Jag. Everyone else does, except my mother and father." He stepped forward to shake Han's hand. "General Solo."
Han cracked a famous lopsided Solo grin. "I resigned my commission years ago, Jag. Just Han now, no matter who hard your uncle will try to reactivate me."
Jaina slid an arm around Jag, and grinned slyly up at him. Her parents once again exchanged amused glances, which quickly changed to shocked ones as Jag leaned down to kiss Jaina. Leia could tell it took all Han had not to go up to Jag, rip him away from his little girl and then beat him up. She was proud of his control, and Leia reached out and squeezed his hand, tugging him away. "He seems to be nice. He's a superior pilot, and a tactical genius from what I've heard, and their little romance could tie the NR with the Chiss."
Han sighed in exasperation. "As hard as you try to stay out of politics, you just can't can you? I don't like him. He's not good enough."
"Will anyone ever be?" Leia asked.
Han looked thoughtful for a moment. "No." he stated simply.
***
alright, like I said at the top, the next chapter's going to be the last one, but that's cuz im sick of writing along this idea…maybe I'll start a new jaina/jag since other books have been released since I started this…I dunno…well, anyways, more up soon! :D
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Jag and Jaina stood in the med ward of the frigate 'Found Hope.' They were surrounded by several squadrons; Rogue, Vanguard, Twin Suns, and others. Gavin Darklighter grinned, the two young pilots were glowing amidst their friends. Pilot morale was high, everyone was in great spirits, despite the loss at Borleias.
"I must admit, Gavin, this isn't that bad of a party. How'd you get the MDs to concede to a party in the ward?"
Gavin nearly jumped out of his skin, and almost spilled the tumbler of whiskey he held. He turned around slowly, wincing. "Wedge, ah, I er-"
"That would be General, Colonel Darklighter." Wedge shot coldly.
"Er, General. How nice of you to, ah, grace us with your presence." He stuttered.
"Thanks for the invite, Colonel. Might I add that this is strike two?"
"Two?! What was the first one from?"
"The little stunt you pulled on Borleias."
"Ah. Well, we never got around to sending invites, General. It was just spread by word of mouth. Squadron to squadron. You know, that sort of thing. It was a spur of the moment thing." Gavin smiled uncertainly, remembering how Wedge loved to get revenge. Wedge just narrowed his eyes, and glared at him. Gavin gulped.
"I invited General Fel and his crew, also, Colonel Darklighter." Wedge commented, voice icy.
Gavin tried to repress a sign of annoyance. "Wedge-er, General," he corrected at the glare Wedge shot him, "You just don't invite people whose normal state of being is grim, to a party intentionally!"
Wedge nodded. "I know. It's called 'party-crashing'. I also took the liberty of inviting a few other friends. Excuse me, I'd like to talk to my nephew." He shouldered his way through the crowd surrounding the two young pilots.
Tycho appeared next to the pale Gavin. "He's just kidding you know. About being angry. Not about inviting the Chiss, though."
Gavin's eyes were wide. "Not funny."
***
Jag laughed, sipping a whiskey and sliding his arm around Jaina's shoulders. "I wish I could have seen it."
The pilots of Rogue Squadron just laughed, mumbling amongst themselves. Jag just rolled his pale green eyes and he leaned down to kiss Jaina. The Rogues immediately started cheering and catcalling, and when Jag pulled away, Jaina's face was flushed with embarrassment.
Wedge spoke up. "You sure have loosened up from when you first came here."
Corran grinned, responding for Jag. "He's surrounded completely by your band of maniacs and delinquents, Wedge. How could he not loosen up?"
This drew another chuckle from the group. Wedge grinned. "Just remember Horn, you're part of my band of maniacs, too."
Corran didn't answer that, just sipped his lomin ale.
Wedge turned back to Jag. "Anyway, it's good to see you out of bacta and in good health, Jag."
The faintest smile teased Jag's lips. "Thanks, Uncle Wedge."
"And you as well, Lieutenant Solo. Oh, that reminds me, Jaina, while we're here," he fumbled in a pocket, pulling out a flimsy wrapped packet, handing it to Jaina. She studied it quizzically, and Wedge smiled. "Consider it your engagement present." Shock overrode both Jag and Jaina's face, but before they could protest, and before Jaina could open the package, Wedge raised his voice. "Can I have your attention, please, everyone?" he called out. The groups chattering and whispering fell silent, and turned to listen to Wedge. "I have an announcement to make. Due to her courage, and bravery and levelheadedness in the time of adversities, it is my pleasure to present Lieutenant Jaina Solo with the rank insignia of Major."
The group applauded and cheered, and Jag pulled her into a fierce hug, and snuck a kiss. Jaina blushed bright red, surprise and wonder evident on her face. "Thanks, Wedge." She said, pleased.
"I have the most confidence that you will excel in your new rank, Major." Wedge saluted, and a grinning and ecstatic Jaina returned it. Nodding one last time to Jag, Wedge disappeared into the crowd. Jag wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her again. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured, touching his forehead to hers. "It's about time you got that promotion." A silence rippled around the group, but the two pilots took no notice. Jaina just stared into the depths of his pale green eyes, smiling, and was about to say something, when someone coughed. Jag glanced away, at the source of the sound, and immediately released his hold on Jaina, looking like a Coruscanti Poison Stinger had just stung him. Jaina followed his line of sight curiously, and her bright smile faded away. Jag closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath. He snapped into a militarily straight position, and saluted. "General Fel."
The man clad in black returned the salute. "Colonel Fel."
Jaina suddenly felt fear clench her heart. This was Jag's father. Instead, she smiled at the graying, one-eyed General, waiting for Jag to make the introductions. Jag smiled nervously. "General, this is someone I'd like you to meet. Father, this is Major Jaina Solo. Jaina, this is my dad."
She stepped forward, hand extended. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, General Fel."
***
'Familiar…why does she look so familiar? Other than she's Leia Organa's daughter…the dark brown hair-that's it! She's the one who was with Jag that one time…this just gets more and more interesting, doesn't it?' Baron Soontir Fel smiled at Jaina, stepping forward, and shaking her hand firmly. "The pleasure is mine, Major. I am glad to hear you are in good health. And, you as well, Jagged."
Jag smiled slightly, stepping forward to embrace his father. "Jaina, if you would excuse me…"
She nodded. "Go ahead. Just don't keep me waiting. I recall the last time you had a conversation with your father…"
Spots of color appeared high on Jag's cheeks. "I won't. I promise, Major."
Jaina winked at him, before turning to talk to some Twin Suns pilots.
Jag turned to his father. "What are you doing here?"
His father looked mildly surprised. "Wedge invited me. I can't come to a welcome back party for my son?"
Jag smiled slightly. "Glad you're here."
"Yes, I am too, now, about this Major Solo, you know, the one whose throat you were sticking your tongue down," Jag blushed, his face burning, but Soontir went on, "How long has this been going on?"
"A little while," Jag admitted.
"A little while?" Soontir repeated.
"Yes, sir."
"And you were going to tell me exactly when?"
"I'm not sure, hadn't thought that far yet."
"My son, tactical genius and always predicting and thinking ahead, didn't think ahead?" Soontir exclaimed.
Jag felt his cheeks burn again. He said nothing.
"Well, Jagged, it seems like she's ok. For a Rebel." Conceded the older Fel.
"General," Jag hissed, "They are not Rebels any longer. They're Reps."
"Same difference. I heard she saved your life?"
"Correct, sir, and I in turn have saved hers many times as well."
General Baron Soontir Fel smiled at the young colonel in front of him. He nodded. "And you care about her, as well?"
"Yes, sir, we care about each other deeply."
The older Fel's eye narrowed. "Very well then, you should not keep her waiting."
Jag's smile grew. "Thank you." He turned and went back to Jaina, coming up behind her, and slid his arms around her waist, drawing her to him. She looked over her shoulder, into his pale green eyes, and smiled. Jag leaned in for a kiss. "Thanks for saving my life, Major." He whispered into her ear.
Jaina smiled, leaning back in his strong arms. "Life wouldn't be worth living if you weren't here, Colonel."
***
An hour or so later, General Fel pulled Jaina aside. "Jagged tells me you saved his life. I want to say thank you. I owe you one. If it hadn't been for you, we probably would have lost another child."
Jaina smiled. "Jag's tough, and he usually doesn't need much saving. More often than not, he's the one saving me. You don't owe me anything. I'm just trying to repay the debt I owe your son, if it weren't for him, I'd be dead a thousand times over."
General Fel nodded, observing and analyzing the young Rebel. 'Finally, I think I've found the one Rebel X-wing pilot who's not a cocky and self- centered egotist. I think I like her. If Jag wants a Rebel, this one would be ok with me.'
Jaina's smile grew, but she didn't let on that she'd understood what the General had thought. 'Don't want to weird him out too much yet.'
***
Han and Leia Organa Solo threaded their way through the throng of partying pilots, trying to find their daughter, Jaina. Han's frown increased as he spotted her in discussion with a one-eyed man. He nudged his wife with an elbow. "Doesn't he look familiar?"
Leia gasped. "That's Baron Soontir Fel!"
Han bristled. "What's an Imperial doing at a Rebel party? Crashing it?"
"Han! He's Jag's father, he has just as much right to be here as you do!" Leia whispered, watching the exchange with interest, until Jaina wandered off, looking for someone.
Han rolled his eyes. "Right, Princess. Would you like something to drink, I think I-"
A screech cut him off, and then a small blur ran into him, hugging him. "Daddy!"
He swung her around. "Hey, sweetheart!"
Jaina smiled at her dad. "I didn't know you guys were going to be here!"
"Wedge invited us," her mother interjected, stepping in to hug her daughter as well, "We heard about your incident."
"Yeah," Han added, "And we heard you saved an Imperial."
Jaina grinned. "His name is Jag."
Leia froze. "As in, Colonel Jag Fel?"
Jaina nodded, "That's the one."
Leia exchanged amused glances with Han. Jaina rolled her eyes, and she sensed Jag coming up behind her. She whirled to greet him. "Jag, these are my parents, I'm sure you've met before, but, this is my mother, Ambassador Leia Organa Solo, and this is my dad, Han Solo. And, this, is Colonel Jagged Fel." She said, voice filled with pride.
Jag shook Leia's hand before bowing. "Ambassador."
Leia laughed. "Call me Leia, Colonel."
Jag smiled slightly, "Alright, please, then, call me Jag. Everyone else does, except my mother and father." He stepped forward to shake Han's hand. "General Solo."
Han cracked a famous lopsided Solo grin. "I resigned my commission years ago, Jag. Just Han now, no matter who hard your uncle will try to reactivate me."
Jaina slid an arm around Jag, and grinned slyly up at him. Her parents once again exchanged amused glances, which quickly changed to shocked ones as Jag leaned down to kiss Jaina. Leia could tell it took all Han had not to go up to Jag, rip him away from his little girl and then beat him up. She was proud of his control, and Leia reached out and squeezed his hand, tugging him away. "He seems to be nice. He's a superior pilot, and a tactical genius from what I've heard, and their little romance could tie the NR with the Chiss."
Han sighed in exasperation. "As hard as you try to stay out of politics, you just can't can you? I don't like him. He's not good enough."
"Will anyone ever be?" Leia asked.
Han looked thoughtful for a moment. "No." he stated simply.
***
alright, like I said at the top, the next chapter's going to be the last one, but that's cuz im sick of writing along this idea…maybe I'll start a new jaina/jag since other books have been released since I started this…I dunno…well, anyways, more up soon! :D