Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Star Wars or… Zekk, Han or Jaina. I do not own the song "Ghost of You and Me". Those belong to George Lucas and BBMAC respectively. Please don't sue, I have no money.

AN. This story is a sort of prequel to I'm Not In Love. This can be read on it's own and Jag does not appear in it. This is a related story about Zekk. I still support Zekk/Jaina but it's hard not to root for Jagged Fel. He is a good character and I'm glad he's with Jaina. (Though I still wish Jaina was with Zekk.)

Please enjoy.

Ghost of You and Me

By: X-wing Day

Zekk sat in a tent at another refugee camp. He had hoped that by helping refugees, by working, he could somehow get Jaina off his mind. He hoped to put aside his feeling about her…

But he could not, and now he wasn't even sure where she was or if she had fallen.

Before him on a small table stood three objects: A bottle of Corellian brandy, a candle and a small holo of Jaina. He picked up the holo and stared at it silently for a long time.

"What am I supposed to do with all these blues…" he spoke quietly to the holo. "Haunting me, everywhere no matter what I do. Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow, I can't let go. When will this night be over?"

Zekk stopped for a moment then began to sing softly.

"I didn't mean to fall,

In love with you,

And baby there's a name,

For what you put me through,

It isn't love,

It's robbery,

I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me."

Zekk put the holo down and stood. He seemed to hear music that wasn't playing.

"Seen a lot broken hearts go sailing by,

Phantom ships,

Lost at sea and one of them is mine."

He drank a glass of brandy, seeming to be in pain.

"Raising my glass I sing a toast to the midnight sky,"

His voice became a pleading song.

"I wonder why the stars don't seem to guide me,"

He looked up as if seeing something beyond the tent, across some great distance.

"I didn't mean to fall,

In love with you,

And baby there's a name,

For all the things you do,"

He hung his head, closing his emerald eyes and bracing his hands on the table.

"It isn't love,

It's robbery,

I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me,"

Zekk's voice became strong again and he slammed a hand on the table. He looked up again.

"The ghost of you me,

When will it set me free,

I hear the voices call,

Following footsteps down the hall,

Trying to save what's left of my heart and soul…"

Zekk focused his eyes on the flickering candle as his voice became softer again.

"Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow,

I can't let go,

When will this night be over…"

He sang the last line as a whisper, letting his eyes fall shut again as he hung his head in despair.

Han Solo hadn't expected the singing from Zekk's tent, but even less expected was what he saw when he peaked in.

'Poor kid.' Han thought. 'He really did love Jaina.'

Han shook his head with pity and continued walking toward his own tent but he couldn't erase the image. It didn't take a jedi to see that much heartbreak.

AN.

So what did you think? I had another story idea with this song and character, if anyone wants to see it I will post it. Also I'm soon going to put up blooper endings for this story just for comedy.

Thanks For reading and thank you to all those who have reviewed my past stories and those who review in the future.

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