Author : Wild-Melody

Disclaimer : They belong to George Lucas and their respective authors…I can't claim anything other than the story plot.

Class/Genre : Drama/Romance…it finally got changed!!

Summary : Jaina tries to sort through her vision and Jag catches her in the arms of another. Got you curious, if so, READ!!

A/N : Don't shoot me for the way this chapter ends, I thought it was a good place to end it and keep you wondering what's going to happen in the next one. Enjoy and review, please!!

STAR WARS : THE NEW JEDI ORDER

I'LL BE MISSING YOU

Chapter 8 : Vision of Consequence

Jaina sighed as she came out of her trance, it had only seemed like a couple of minutes but as she stole a peak at Jag's chrono, she realized that it had actually been hours that had passed instead. She grinned to herself and stretched protesting muscles that were cramped from being in one position for an extended period of time. Cracking her back she glanced briefly at the chrono again, "Just past last meal." She said quietly to herself. "Should still have time to grab a bite to eat," she said as she got up from the bed, stretching her arms up above her head.

"You're not going to be able too," Someone said from the doorway of the bedroom.

Jaina whirled around to see who had come, uninvited, into Jag's quarters. She almost tripped on her own feet and tried to steady herself by placing a hand supportively on the bed. Instead she fell with a soft thump onto the quilted surface. "Did you ever hear of knocking?" She questioned her guest.

"Why?"

"It's the polite thing to do," she responded. She got back up off of the bed and turned her whiskey brown glare on the intruder. "Besides, it's not nice to scare a lady."

A smile spread across his features, "I'll remember that next time. Besides which, I don't think I need to knock to come into my own quarters."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "What if I hadn't been completely dressed?" He had the decency to blush at this question. "Also, you scared me half to death, not a very nice thing to do to a person, you know?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you Jaina," he said as he moved further into the room. He glanced around the Spartan furnished room, his gaze lingering on the bed she had just vacated. "Did you…" he begun only to stop in mid-sentence.

"Did I what?" she asked.

He looked at her, his pale green gaze taking in her questioning look. "Did you find the answers you were looking for?" He finally asked. She just looked at him for a second. "The answers concerning your vision?"

She looked away from him, her eyes falling to the floor. "No." she said simply. "The answers I was looking for eluded me." She hadn't told him about what she had seen, wasn't sure if she could tell anyone.

"They'll come in time," he said, trying to be helpful.

She looked up at him, but avoided eye contact. How can you tell someone that in time it might be to late? How can you tell them that there isn't time? Time is not on our side in this one, it's our enemy this time around. She shook her head, the questions chasing one another around in her mind, never giving her peace. "Maybe," she finally said, unsure of what else to say. "I guess we'll have to wait and see." She looked away from him, a sudden feeling of dizziness over coming her as she had to fight to stay standing up. Blackness began to creep along the edges of her vision and she had a sense like she was falling into an incomprehensible black hole.

"Are you all right?" She just barely heard Jag ask, his voice was so soft, like he was light years a way.

She looked at him, actually met his eyes and smiled encouragingly. "I'm fine," she lied. "I think the hunger is just getting to me, that's all."

"Then I guess it's time to eat," Jag said, smiling mischievously.

She looked at him slightly confused, "But you said it was to late."

His smile broadened. "No, I said you wouldn't be able to."

"There's a difference?" She questioned.

"Yes."

"Care to explain?"

He smiled, but said nothing more. Instead he motioned for her to follow him out into the general quarters, where the dining table and chairs were. She followed him out, unsure of exactly what was going on. The lights were turned down low, and there was a hint of romantic music playing in the background. Jaina looked questioningly at Jag, "Um, exactly what is going on here, Colonel Fel?"

"I talked to your uncle earlier." He said, as if he hadn't heard her question.

"And?"

"He asked how you were doing after last night's attack." Jag answered as they stepped further into the darkened room.

"And?"

"I told him fine, which is the truth." Jag replied. He turned around to look at her, the light from the bedroom silhouetted behind her, making her look like a fallen Angel. If she had had a halo the effect would have been surreal. "He told me that the door to your quarters has been fixed, whenever you're ready to go back…" he trailed off as he saw a frown crease her beautiful face. "Something wrong?" He asked as he stepped back toward her.

"I…" she paused, as if she weren't sure exactly what to say. "I don't want to go back there yet," she finally blurted out as a bright blush crept up over her cheeks. She took a step toward him then stopped, indecision written plainly across her face. Then, as if she had made a last minute decision, she ran into his arms. "I'm not ready to face what's there, not yet. Please Jag, let me stay here just a little bit longer." She pleaded into his chest.

His arms went automatically around her, holding her close to his heart as her tears ran freely down her face and soaked into the front of his shirt. "Shh," he crooned, gently sweeping a hand through her hair. "It's all right," he said softly into her hair. "You can stay here just as long as you need, you know that."

She sniffled softly then ran a hand across her eyes and raised her face to look up into his green stare, "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," he responded.

The music playing in the background changed slightly and picked up the beat just a bit, but still had an undercurrent of romance to it. A piano and a flute held the foreground and drew Jaina's attention to it. "What exactly were you planning out here?" she asked, desperately changing the subject, not liking to show weakness.

"Dinner," Jag answered. He called for the lights to come up dimly and Jaina noticed the dining table was covered in a silken white tablecloth with two tall white candles placed in the center. Two places were set, each with an accompanying long stemmed wine glass. A dozen blood red roses sat in the middle of the table in a crystal vase, light glinting off of it in a myriad of colors.

"It's beautiful Jag!" Jaina exclaimed, her terror of a few minutes ago suddenly forgotten. "How did you…?"

"I had ample time while you were meditating." Jag answered. He struck a match and lit the two candles. They added an ethereal glow to the room, their light muted in the still murky depths of the dimly lit room. "So you like?"

"Yes! It's lovely." Jaina answered. She threw her arms around him again and hugged him tightly, and then she kissed him gently on the lips. "Thank you," she said once she had pulled away.

"Anything for you my Jedi Princess," he said and smiled down at her.

She looked up at him curiously, "Jedi Princess?" Where had he gotten this from?

He just looked down at her and smiled a secret smile. "Yes, you're my Jedi Princess." He said softly and kissed the tip of her nose. "Hungry?"

Quick change of subject, Jaina realized. "Jag?"

"Yes?"

"The JedI Princess stuff?"

"What about it?" He asked and maintained his innocent smile.

"Care to explain?"

"Nope. Hungry?"

Jaina looked up at him and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Men!" She muttered and threw her hands up in the air in mild frustration.

"Jaina?"

"Yes?"

"What about them?" Jag asked and he couldn't help but start to laugh at the full blow frustration that suddenly crossed her face. "Couldn't resist," he said and quickly kissed her to stop any sort of reply. "Hungry?" He asked once more and laughed again at the look she gave him.

"Yes!" She finally answered, feeling just a bit defeated. "But we will finish this conversation, it isn't over with yet."

"About men?" He asked.

She just glared at him, "You know what I mean!"

******

She wiped delicately at her mouth then placed the napkin down on the table. "It was wonderful Jag," she said.

"So was the company," he replied.

She blushed, "Don't try to sweet talk you're way out of it."

"Of what?" he asked innocently.

"You know what," she said and smiled sweetly at him.

"Not a clue." He said.

She felt a ripple through the Force and opened up to it, exploring it. Feeling where it was coming from then her face lost all of its color. The vision surfaced before her eyes again, in all its gory details. Hundreds upon thousands of lives cried out in pain, then in an instant they were gone. Winked out of existence in a single agonizing second. She felt the shudder coarse through her body and the tears start to trickle down her cheeks, escaping from beneath her eyelids.

She felt their deaths as if it were her own. The agonizing pain just before the extinction of life. She stifled the scream that she knew was embedded within her throat. Then the vision was gone, and in its place she saw the birth of that child again.

She heard the baby's first tentative wail, felt as it drew in its first breath of life and the joy felt by her parents. She couldn't see their faces, but instinctively she knew who they were, she knew who the parents were of this child. Then she felt pain consume her body and dully she realized that she was feeling the woman's pain in the vision. She was giving birth to another child. Twins, the Skywalker legacy.

Leia's legacy, which one day that would be Jaina's also. These were her children, her and Jag's. A baby girl, and a baby boy. She had witnessed the birth of her children.

Joy thundered through her, followed quickly by despair. If I can't have this, then why are you showing it to me?! She yelled silently to the universe.

She felt someone shaking her, calling her name softly in the distance. She came back to herself and looked up into the worried eyes of Jag. "Jaina?" He was standing over her, his beautiful green eyes clouded over with worry. He shook her shoulder again, "Jaina? Are you all right?"

"What?" Her voice was thick, like she had just woken up from sleep.

"Are you all right?" He asked again.

"What?" Her mind was confused. She glanced around her surroundings and belatedly realized that she was back in Jag's quarters. Had she ever left? The vision had been so real, like she had been right there…

"Are you all right?" He repeated the question, the worry coming off of him in waves.

"I…I…" She paused, not sure what to say. She quickly shrugged his hand off and stood up. "I have to go talk to Uncle Luke," she said hurriedly and ran out the door without even giving him a chance to respond.

Jag stared after her, confused by the sudden turn of events, and even more confused by what had just happened.

******

Jaina bolted out of the room, running down the corridor and almost bumping into someone in the hallway. "Sorry," she said hurriedly and continued in her flight to get as far away from Jag as possible. The man she had almost ran into stared dazedly after her, a confused look on his face.

"Wonder what that was all about," Wedge Antilles said to himself then continued on down the hallway to his nephew's quarters.

******

Jaina stood outside of her uncle and aunt's quarters, her hand midway up to trigger the buzzer. What am I doing? She asked herself. What exactly am I going to tell them? Can I tell them about the vision? Will they be able to offer some insight into it? Maybe something I hadn't seen or thought of in the first place.

She stood there for a few seconds more, unsure of what she should do. Was it actually a vision or just…just what? I don't even know anymore. I hope to the Gods that it wasn't a vision, yet…at the same time I wish it were. Those children…they could be mine. Jag's and mine. But if the first part of the vision is true, hundreds upon thousands of lives could die because of me. No, not because of me, because of Jag. A decision Jag makes, because of me. So I'm still at fault for the ending of thousands of lives.

Can I live with that? I'm a JedI…we're meant to protect. If I can stop the killing of thousands, I must. Even if it means the end of my happiness. What is worth more? My happiness and the possibility of those two lives or countless thousands of lives? Can I doom thousands of people for a chance at happiness? Could I live with myself if I did just that? Jaina sighed to herself, still unsure of what to do.

She activated the buzzer and waited for either her aunt or uncle to answer the door. Neither did, in fact no one answered it. There was no meeting, that she knew of. But that didn't mean that there wasn't one. She wasn't privy to all that went on within the confines of the base's walls. But surely if there had been a meeting Jag would've been there too. Maybe they had just stepped out or something.

She turned wearily from the door and walked slowly back down the hallway. Perhaps they're down at the spec ops bay, Jaina thought to herself and veered in her direction, heading toward the 'lift that would take her down to the hangar bay.

The ride down was uneventful, someone from one of the other squadrons had gotten on and had tried to make some small talk with her but soon found out she wasn't much in the mood to talk. They quickly got off, keeping their thoughts to themselves, but Jaina could feel their apprehension at being stuck in the 'lift with her. Being stuck in the 'lift with someone who thought they were far above everyone else. Jaina the goddess, the reincarnation of Yun-Harla.

She frowned and glanced at the reflective metal of the 'lift's walls. She looked at her distorted image and her frown deepened. She had changed considerably since the beginning of this war. Gone was the innocent girl who thought the whole galaxy was spread at her feet, waiting for her to explore it. In that girl's place was a war hardened woman. Her eyes were cold rocks of granite, memories of lost love lay hidden behind those hard orbs. Guilt had invaded her soul. She was no longer the carefree youth she had once been. She had become something else entirely, and that scared her.

She had swayed toward the Darkside, dangerously close to the Darkside. It had only been the confidence of another JedI, who had walked that same road, which had pulled her back. Without Kyp's help she probably would have walked down that path and never returned. If that had happened, she would have tarnished all her memories. Thrown away all that she had fought so hard for. Disgraced the memories of her brothers. Anakin was gone, but they would get Jacen back somehow. She didn't know how, but they would get him back, and then the Yuuzhan Vong would pay.

They'd send them back to wherever it was they had come from. And they would do it the right way.

******

Jaina walked into the special ops bay and looked around for her aunt and uncle. She saw her aunt's ship, but didn't see either Mara or Luke. She walked over toward the ship, which was docked right next to her father's ship. The boarding ramp was up, so that meant that they weren't inside…or they could be and just didn't want to be disturbed. She reached out gently through the Force, just to see if they were inside of the ship. She sensed nothing.

But she did sense something else and so she turned to watch as he walked slowly toward her. Kyp Durron. He had his usual cocky grin in place as he walked toward her, a single lock of his dark hair curled down in front of his green eyes. "Hey," he said softly as he stopped in front of her.

"Hi Kyp." She said.

"What brings you down here Great One?" He asked.

"Looking for Uncle Luke and Aunt Mara," she answered and turned as if to walk away.

"Haven't seen them all day," Kyp said and fell into step next to her.

"Oh."

"I think they went out to do something for General Antilles," Kyp added.

"Oh," Jaina said, but didn't look over at him.

"They took Tahiri with them," Kyp said.

"For not seeing them all day you sure know a lot about their activities." Jaina said as she stopped to regard him.

"Maybe I should rephrase that then." Kyp said, smiling down at her. "I haven't seen them all day since they left on their mission."

Jaina just looked at him. "When did they go out?"

"Earlier this morning."

"And they're not back yet?" Jaina asked.

"Not that I've seen. They could've come back and I just didn't see them, but then again I didn't know it was my day to watch them either."

"No one said it was," Jaina said smartly, growing impatient with him.

"Ok then," Kyp said, his smile still in place, as if he were enjoying annoying her.

"Is there something else you wanted, or do you just want to annoy me?" She said, her voice lowering in pitch.

"You seem troubled," Kyp responded. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Not with you, sorry." Jaina replied. "I need to find Uncle Luke, if you see him come in could you tell him that I'm looking for him?"

"Sure," Kyp said and looked at her thoughtfully.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Goo-" her voice cut off as she staggered forward, her vision blurring. Total blackness threatened to engulf her and she felt strong arms wrap themselves around her, supporting her suddenly weak body. No control left over her own powerless body, her head rested against a strong chest and she felt someone's hand gently rubbing her back.

She didn't understand what was happening to her. The dizziness engulfed her, threatening to pull her down into the blackness of the abyss.

And that was how Jag found them when he walked into the special ops bay. His eyes narrowed when he saw Kyp Durron holding onto Jaina and her doing nothing to pull away from him. Anger briefly flared in his soul and he quickly covered that up so that they wouldn't sense it and walked briskly from the bay and back to his room.

Ok, I'm going to end this chapter here for right now. I'm sorry for the delay, but I ended up starting and restarting this chapter at least three times, and finally on the fourth try I got it right. Or at least to my satisfaction. Then on top of that, I injured my hand and couldn't type for a few days so that added to the delay. I was hoping this chapter would be a lot longer than it was, but I promise the next one will be. Hope you like, and as always REVIEW!! I thrive on reviews, plus they tell me what you think of this story. Just think, if everyone that is reading this story reviewed…I'd have a lot of reviews!! Plus it might encourage me to get the next chapter up a hell of a lot quicker too. So come on, review!! Ok, now that I'm done, go review. Ok, now I'm done.

Next chapter will be more interesting…oh wait, this one was pretty interesting too, so…I know you're all probably mad about how this one ended, but hey, I gotta keep you guessing, don't I? Until next time, May the Force be with you!! Later.