Disclaimer: Same as always.
Notes: Wow, I'm really spoiling you. Another update so soon.
Dedication: Jennifer, this is for you. Think about your last review, and there you go. This is it.
Jaina stared through transparisteel and bacta at Jag. Most of his body was covered in first- and second-degree burns. He had cuts and abrasions all over. According to Telki, he also had major internal injuries. She and Taesa had worked for almost twenty minutes trying to stabilize him before unceremoniously dumping his body in the bacta tank.
Taesa and Telki came and stood on either side of Jaina. "We put him in a healing trance," Taesa told her. "It won't work as well on him as it would on a Jedi, but it will help, we think. At least it can't hurt."
"How long until you can pull him out?" Jaina asked quietly.
"Five to seven days," Telki answered. The little Chanda Fan looked up at Jaina. "He was very close to the explosion, almost as if it was set to detonate when someone was close enough." She paused for a moment. "Anyway, the blast caused major damage, and the piece of debris landing on him only worsened his condition. Some of the scars may never heal."
Jaina nodded, not looking at either of her companions. She continued to look at Jag, silently thanking the Force that he was going to be okay. After a few moments, the two healers left, leaving Jaina alone with her thought once more.
She didn't know how long she stood like that, arms crossed over her chest, feet spread apart slightly, before she felt her parent's join her. She didn't turn and greet them, or even acknowledge their presence. In fact, she completely ignored them.
Finally, Leia spoke. "You're taking this harder than I took your father being frozen in carbonite."
"Yeah, well you two weren't married at the time," Jaina told her mother.
"And you are?" Han asked sarcastically.
"Our one month anniversary was three days ago," she told him, finally turning to look at her parents, wondering at their reactions.
Her mother looked shocked, but also like something finally made sense to her. Han didn't disappoint either. His eyebrows shot up to nearly his hairline, his eyes widened to saucer-size, while his jaw nearly dropped from his face. He looked incredulously at his only daughter.
"What?"
"Jag and I got married one month and three days ago," Jaina said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Fifteen minutes before we left Borleias. He moved all of his stuff into Kyp's room when you showed up here. We were trying to figure out some way to tell you where you wouldn't shoot him on the spot."
Han seemed about to go into a rage, but Leia stopped him with a hand on his arm. She turned to her daughter. "Why didn't you want us to know?" she asked quietly, hurt evident in her voice.
Jaina visibly struggled for a moment to come up with an answer. "Because Dad would've acting like he is now, and you would have tried to talk us out of it," Jaina finally answered quietly. "We just wanted a quietly little ceremony, which we got."
"But then why didn't you just tell us?" Leia persisted.
"Because of this!" Jaina exploded. "Because I knew that you would react like this. We just wanted to be happy! We didn't want our parents to freak out, but I guess that was a given, wasn't it?" Her voice now held more venom than ever before. She looked her parents in the eye and continued, letting her voice drop the venom and become almost pleading. "Can't you just be happy that I found someone to love and spend the rest of my life with? Can't you forget your opinions of Jag for just one minute, and be happy for us?"
"We are happy for you," Leia told her daughter quietly. "We're upset and disappointed in you that you didn't tell us earlier about this. And no matter what you think, we don't hate Jag. We think that he's a nice young man. And don't pay attention to what your father says about him. He's just being overprotective."
Jaina turned back around so that she could look at Jag floating in the bacta. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone now," she told her parents over her shoulder. Neither Han nor Leia said a word, but Jaina felt them leave. She continued to gaze at Jag, wondering which scars would heal and which ones wouldn't.
Well, Anakin, looks like I didn't have much of a choice about telling Mom and Dad, Jaina thought, hoping somehow that her brother would hear her. Now all I have to do is tell everyone else. Somehow, I have a feeling that'll be harder than telling Mom and Dad.
Jaina sighed, not looking forward to the experience any.
"You're what?" Mara asked, incredulously.
"Jag and I are married," Jaina repeated.
It was three hours after her encounter with her parents in the medical bay. She had gathered everyone that didn't yet know about the marriage in the lecture hall at the center of the base. They had all been sitting comfortably until Jaina's revelation. Now, Mara was on her feet, her stance indicating what she thought of the union.
"Isn't this a little soon?" the red-haired woman asked. "A little rash?"
"Don't talk to me about rash decisions!" Jaina exclaimed, jumping to her feet in front of her aunt. "I remember when you and uncle Luke got engaged. You went on that mission acting barely civil to each other and you come back totally in love and engaged. Don't you dare talk to me about rash decisions!"
"Calm down," Luke interjected, placing himself between the two women. "Both of you. What's done is done and can't be changed. So stop this useless bickering."
"Fine," Mara conceded first, returning to her seat. Jacen, whom had been handed Ben when Luke stood up, handed the child to his mother.
"Jaina?" Luke persisted, turning to look fully at his niece. He noticed for the first time how weary she looked. Almost losing the person you love more than anything can do that to you.
"Fine," she said. "Whatever. I'm really not in the mood to fight about this right now. It's not like I have to justify myself and our reasons to you people." She turned and headed towards the door. "If you need me, I'll be in my quarters, trying to get some sleep," she called over her shoulder.
Luke returned to his seat next to his wife. He slouched down in the chair and turned to Mara. She was clearly upset about Jaina's marriage, but seemed to be trying to work through it. He caught sight of Jacen sitting on Mara's other side, looking shell-shocked. Luke inquired if he was alright.
Jacen didn't seem to hear his uncle. He asked in a clearly confused voice, "Jaina's married?"
Notes: There it is! Everyone knows now. Trust me, later on, maybe before Jag comes out of bacta, Jaina will have a heart to heart discussion with Luke, Jacen, and maybe Mara. I haven't decided yet. Anyways, leave me a comment or two. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can. Thanks!!
Notes: Wow, I'm really spoiling you. Another update so soon.
Dedication: Jennifer, this is for you. Think about your last review, and there you go. This is it.
Jaina stared through transparisteel and bacta at Jag. Most of his body was covered in first- and second-degree burns. He had cuts and abrasions all over. According to Telki, he also had major internal injuries. She and Taesa had worked for almost twenty minutes trying to stabilize him before unceremoniously dumping his body in the bacta tank.
Taesa and Telki came and stood on either side of Jaina. "We put him in a healing trance," Taesa told her. "It won't work as well on him as it would on a Jedi, but it will help, we think. At least it can't hurt."
"How long until you can pull him out?" Jaina asked quietly.
"Five to seven days," Telki answered. The little Chanda Fan looked up at Jaina. "He was very close to the explosion, almost as if it was set to detonate when someone was close enough." She paused for a moment. "Anyway, the blast caused major damage, and the piece of debris landing on him only worsened his condition. Some of the scars may never heal."
Jaina nodded, not looking at either of her companions. She continued to look at Jag, silently thanking the Force that he was going to be okay. After a few moments, the two healers left, leaving Jaina alone with her thought once more.
She didn't know how long she stood like that, arms crossed over her chest, feet spread apart slightly, before she felt her parent's join her. She didn't turn and greet them, or even acknowledge their presence. In fact, she completely ignored them.
Finally, Leia spoke. "You're taking this harder than I took your father being frozen in carbonite."
"Yeah, well you two weren't married at the time," Jaina told her mother.
"And you are?" Han asked sarcastically.
"Our one month anniversary was three days ago," she told him, finally turning to look at her parents, wondering at their reactions.
Her mother looked shocked, but also like something finally made sense to her. Han didn't disappoint either. His eyebrows shot up to nearly his hairline, his eyes widened to saucer-size, while his jaw nearly dropped from his face. He looked incredulously at his only daughter.
"What?"
"Jag and I got married one month and three days ago," Jaina said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Fifteen minutes before we left Borleias. He moved all of his stuff into Kyp's room when you showed up here. We were trying to figure out some way to tell you where you wouldn't shoot him on the spot."
Han seemed about to go into a rage, but Leia stopped him with a hand on his arm. She turned to her daughter. "Why didn't you want us to know?" she asked quietly, hurt evident in her voice.
Jaina visibly struggled for a moment to come up with an answer. "Because Dad would've acting like he is now, and you would have tried to talk us out of it," Jaina finally answered quietly. "We just wanted a quietly little ceremony, which we got."
"But then why didn't you just tell us?" Leia persisted.
"Because of this!" Jaina exploded. "Because I knew that you would react like this. We just wanted to be happy! We didn't want our parents to freak out, but I guess that was a given, wasn't it?" Her voice now held more venom than ever before. She looked her parents in the eye and continued, letting her voice drop the venom and become almost pleading. "Can't you just be happy that I found someone to love and spend the rest of my life with? Can't you forget your opinions of Jag for just one minute, and be happy for us?"
"We are happy for you," Leia told her daughter quietly. "We're upset and disappointed in you that you didn't tell us earlier about this. And no matter what you think, we don't hate Jag. We think that he's a nice young man. And don't pay attention to what your father says about him. He's just being overprotective."
Jaina turned back around so that she could look at Jag floating in the bacta. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone now," she told her parents over her shoulder. Neither Han nor Leia said a word, but Jaina felt them leave. She continued to gaze at Jag, wondering which scars would heal and which ones wouldn't.
Well, Anakin, looks like I didn't have much of a choice about telling Mom and Dad, Jaina thought, hoping somehow that her brother would hear her. Now all I have to do is tell everyone else. Somehow, I have a feeling that'll be harder than telling Mom and Dad.
Jaina sighed, not looking forward to the experience any.
"You're what?" Mara asked, incredulously.
"Jag and I are married," Jaina repeated.
It was three hours after her encounter with her parents in the medical bay. She had gathered everyone that didn't yet know about the marriage in the lecture hall at the center of the base. They had all been sitting comfortably until Jaina's revelation. Now, Mara was on her feet, her stance indicating what she thought of the union.
"Isn't this a little soon?" the red-haired woman asked. "A little rash?"
"Don't talk to me about rash decisions!" Jaina exclaimed, jumping to her feet in front of her aunt. "I remember when you and uncle Luke got engaged. You went on that mission acting barely civil to each other and you come back totally in love and engaged. Don't you dare talk to me about rash decisions!"
"Calm down," Luke interjected, placing himself between the two women. "Both of you. What's done is done and can't be changed. So stop this useless bickering."
"Fine," Mara conceded first, returning to her seat. Jacen, whom had been handed Ben when Luke stood up, handed the child to his mother.
"Jaina?" Luke persisted, turning to look fully at his niece. He noticed for the first time how weary she looked. Almost losing the person you love more than anything can do that to you.
"Fine," she said. "Whatever. I'm really not in the mood to fight about this right now. It's not like I have to justify myself and our reasons to you people." She turned and headed towards the door. "If you need me, I'll be in my quarters, trying to get some sleep," she called over her shoulder.
Luke returned to his seat next to his wife. He slouched down in the chair and turned to Mara. She was clearly upset about Jaina's marriage, but seemed to be trying to work through it. He caught sight of Jacen sitting on Mara's other side, looking shell-shocked. Luke inquired if he was alright.
Jacen didn't seem to hear his uncle. He asked in a clearly confused voice, "Jaina's married?"
Notes: There it is! Everyone knows now. Trust me, later on, maybe before Jag comes out of bacta, Jaina will have a heart to heart discussion with Luke, Jacen, and maybe Mara. I haven't decided yet. Anyways, leave me a comment or two. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can. Thanks!!