All right, everyone, this is the grand finale, and look for my new fic,
which will be on the site soon, entitled The Battle At Hand…it's a
Jaina/Jag fic after Rebel Stand…hope you enjoy this last chapter! maybe
I'll write a sequel later! and now, with out further ado, the Final
Chapter:
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Long after the party had ended, Jaina stood staring out a viewport, thinking. The lounge of the med-room was a disaster, but what else could be expected from a Rogue party? She stared out amongst the stars, wondering, when she sensed someone come up from behind her, and slid his arms around her waist. That someone was Jag, and he pulled her to him in a gentle embrace. She leaned back in his strong embrace, luxuriating in the feel of his arms around her. Jag kissed the side of her face, and she sighed.
"It is beautiful out there, isn't it?" Jag murmured into her ear.
Jaina smiled. "It is. You know, from right here, you can't tell that anything's wrong in the galaxy, or that we are being invaded by psychotic aliens."
She could tell he nodded, and they lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
"Standing here, looking out reminds me of the first time I met you," Jag whispered, "When we were on Ithor. You remember that?"
Jaina smiled. "How could I forget? You were the grim, cocky, patronizing pilot from the distant regions, and I was the Jedi X-wing pilot who fascinated you."
Jag chuckled, and Jaina could feel the rumble in his chest. He laced his fingers with hers, and continued on. "And then, I didn't see you again for two years, until Hapes…that dinner…and we argued about everything. I thought you had to be the most confusing woman in the galaxy…" He smiled again, "And you probably thought I was the hottest pilot in the known galaxy, right?"
Jaina laughed. "Right."
"And after that, everything kinda blurred together. Your crash on that weird little jungle planet nearly scared me to death, and then your aunt and uncle set up that dinner for us at Eclipse…and my dad showed up at Alderaan…and then I'm in bacta…and suddenly, poof, here we are."
"Well, when you put it that way, I guess time does fly when you're having fun." She quipped. "Well, fun most of the time." She amended, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Jag placed a kiss on her hand, and rested his head on top of hers. She twisted around in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead thoughtfully, before clearing his throat. Jaina glanced up at him curiously. "What?" she whispered.
"I was just thinking how much I love seeing the galaxy with you in my arms." He said softly.
Jaina smiled. "I thoroughly enjoy seeing the galaxy with your arms around me, Colonel. I feel safer this way; more protected, more loved."
Jag caught his lips with hers, savoring the kiss. He felt her open her mouth against his, inviting him to deepen the kiss, which he did. Jaina ran her fingers through his short black hair, and seconds stretched into moments until they both needed to break for air. She stepped back just slightly to look up at him, and smile softly, her smile lighting up her whole face, and her brandy-brown eyes sparkled. "Any special reason for that, Colonel?"
Jag grinned, shaking his head, looking down into her mesmerizing brandy eyes. "No reason, other than I love you…I love kissing you and holding you, love everything about you…and I'd love to see the rest of the galaxy with you in my arms, forever."
Jaina's breath caught in her throat, and her deep brown eyes widened slightly. "Jag," she whispered, "Are you asking me to-"
Jag took both of her hands in one of his, and he dropped to one knee, while his left hand reached into a pocket. He pulled out a small platinum ring, with a single corusca gem set in the center, sparkling with in the dim light. "Jaina," he said, voice catching, "Jaina Solo, would you make me the happiest man in the galaxy… and be my wife?"
Unshed tears sparkled in Jaina's liquid brown eyes, as she looked down at Jag's earnest, yet nervous expression. Her brown eyes locked with his pale green ones, and she saw love and admiration and caring in his gaze, and she knew his gaze mirrored her own. A tear slipped out, and slid down her cheek, and she drew a shaky breath. Licking her lips to wet them, she whispered, voice breaking, "Nothing in the galaxy or beyond could please me more. Yes, Jagged Fel, I will marry you." And then she was lost in the sweetness of his lips as he rose to kiss her, his hand sliding the exquisite ring onto her hand.
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Long after the party had ended, Jaina stood staring out a viewport, thinking. The lounge of the med-room was a disaster, but what else could be expected from a Rogue party? She stared out amongst the stars, wondering, when she sensed someone come up from behind her, and slid his arms around her waist. That someone was Jag, and he pulled her to him in a gentle embrace. She leaned back in his strong embrace, luxuriating in the feel of his arms around her. Jag kissed the side of her face, and she sighed.
"It is beautiful out there, isn't it?" Jag murmured into her ear.
Jaina smiled. "It is. You know, from right here, you can't tell that anything's wrong in the galaxy, or that we are being invaded by psychotic aliens."
She could tell he nodded, and they lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
"Standing here, looking out reminds me of the first time I met you," Jag whispered, "When we were on Ithor. You remember that?"
Jaina smiled. "How could I forget? You were the grim, cocky, patronizing pilot from the distant regions, and I was the Jedi X-wing pilot who fascinated you."
Jag chuckled, and Jaina could feel the rumble in his chest. He laced his fingers with hers, and continued on. "And then, I didn't see you again for two years, until Hapes…that dinner…and we argued about everything. I thought you had to be the most confusing woman in the galaxy…" He smiled again, "And you probably thought I was the hottest pilot in the known galaxy, right?"
Jaina laughed. "Right."
"And after that, everything kinda blurred together. Your crash on that weird little jungle planet nearly scared me to death, and then your aunt and uncle set up that dinner for us at Eclipse…and my dad showed up at Alderaan…and then I'm in bacta…and suddenly, poof, here we are."
"Well, when you put it that way, I guess time does fly when you're having fun." She quipped. "Well, fun most of the time." She amended, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Jag placed a kiss on her hand, and rested his head on top of hers. She twisted around in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead thoughtfully, before clearing his throat. Jaina glanced up at him curiously. "What?" she whispered.
"I was just thinking how much I love seeing the galaxy with you in my arms." He said softly.
Jaina smiled. "I thoroughly enjoy seeing the galaxy with your arms around me, Colonel. I feel safer this way; more protected, more loved."
Jag caught his lips with hers, savoring the kiss. He felt her open her mouth against his, inviting him to deepen the kiss, which he did. Jaina ran her fingers through his short black hair, and seconds stretched into moments until they both needed to break for air. She stepped back just slightly to look up at him, and smile softly, her smile lighting up her whole face, and her brandy-brown eyes sparkled. "Any special reason for that, Colonel?"
Jag grinned, shaking his head, looking down into her mesmerizing brandy eyes. "No reason, other than I love you…I love kissing you and holding you, love everything about you…and I'd love to see the rest of the galaxy with you in my arms, forever."
Jaina's breath caught in her throat, and her deep brown eyes widened slightly. "Jag," she whispered, "Are you asking me to-"
Jag took both of her hands in one of his, and he dropped to one knee, while his left hand reached into a pocket. He pulled out a small platinum ring, with a single corusca gem set in the center, sparkling with in the dim light. "Jaina," he said, voice catching, "Jaina Solo, would you make me the happiest man in the galaxy… and be my wife?"
Unshed tears sparkled in Jaina's liquid brown eyes, as she looked down at Jag's earnest, yet nervous expression. Her brown eyes locked with his pale green ones, and she saw love and admiration and caring in his gaze, and she knew his gaze mirrored her own. A tear slipped out, and slid down her cheek, and she drew a shaky breath. Licking her lips to wet them, she whispered, voice breaking, "Nothing in the galaxy or beyond could please me more. Yes, Jagged Fel, I will marry you." And then she was lost in the sweetness of his lips as he rose to kiss her, his hand sliding the exquisite ring onto her hand.