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Chapter 3
Jaina's first stop after leaving Janson and the gang was at her quarters to check her comm messages. Seeing the light blinking on the console, she punched in her access codes. Immediately, a holo of Wedge popped up.
"Haha, Lieutenant," his image said. "Very funny. I suppose you're never going to let me live this down. And if you do, I can be sure Janson won't. Being called to attention by a lieutenant! Anyway, there's an Insiders meeting planned for 1500 sharp. Be there." His face took on a mischievous look. "Oh, and if you happen to see my nephew, be sure to pass on the word. I can't seem to get a hold of him."
"I'll be sure to tell him," Jaina murmured as Wedge's face was replaced by the emblem of the Insiders: the New Republic insignia with a lightsaber bisecting it.
Jaina left her room and set off in search of a certain Imperial colonel. Wrapped in her thoughts, she didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching her until she heard a familiar voice.
"Hello, Goddess. You certainly look preoccupied."
Jaina turned around, startled, to come face-to-face with Colonel Jagged Fel, Wedge's nephew. "Well, Colonel, I was, actually." She tried not to show how her being quivered from the mere sight of him.
Jag smiled the special smile he reserved only for her, and his green eyes sparkled. "Care to unburden your mind?" He bowed and gestured towards a small, unoccupied conference room.
Jaina grinned back. "I'd love to, Colonel." She preceded Jag into the room, then waited impatiently as he closed the door and keyed the lock mechanism.
He snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. "So, Goddess, where have you been?"
Jaina swung around to face him fully. "It's Jaina, in private, Jag. I honestly hate it when you call me Goddess. I keep feeling as if you weren't talking to me, but to somebody standing just behind me that I can't see. If it wasn't absolutely necessary to maintain security, I would demand that everyone stop calling me Goddess and granting me special privileges that only serve to make the other Squadron leaders hate me." Jaina paused and reveled in Jag's touch as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled. "Besides, where I was can wait for later."
Jag smiled in response, then caught her lips up in a kiss. Jaina sighed against his mouth in contentment as she reached up behind him to run her fingers through his short black hair. Jag stroked the small of her back as he deepened the kiss, finally breaking for air. Jaina quickly pulled his head down for more, and moaned in the back of her throat as he complied.
Several minuets later, Jag trailed kisses along her forehead as he asked again, "Where were you, Jaina? I was worried about you."
Jaina smiled. "You shouldn't have worried. You know that we Jedi can take care of ourselves."
Jag frowned. "Jaina, with all the Peace Brigadiers ready to turn over the entire Jedi population over to the Yuuzhan Vong and looking for you especially, I'm not so sure you can take care of yourself. I know the Jedi used to be the most powerful force in the galaxy, but that's not true anymore. Times have changed, Jaina. Promise me you'll never go off on your own again without first notifying either Uncle Wedge or me. I don't want you to die."
Tears filled Jaina's eyes at his tender concern. She kissed him softly. "I promise," she whispered.
Jag returned the kiss. "Good," he murmured against her lips.
A few moments later Jaina broke the kiss. "As a matter of fact, I was at Myrkr."
Jag stiffened in shock. "Why." he trailed off.
Jaina looked him squarely in the face. "Because I had to," she responded. "I went back so I could come to terms with my brother's death."
Jag raised an eyebrow at her words. "Brother's death? Does this mean you think Jacen's still alive?"
Jaina hung her head. "I don't know," she confessed softly. "When all the other Jedi felt Jacen die, I was so immersed in the Dark Side I didn't feel anything except through the others' pain. I thought he was dead. I couldn't feel him anymore. But how can I go in the face of my mother's complete certainty of Jacen's being alive? Oh, Jag," she cried, "I don't know what to believe anymore!"
Jag raised her chin with a finger so he could meet her tear-filled eyes. "Believe in this," he said softly. "Believe in us." He kissed her gently.
Jaina wrapped her arms around him, drawn up into the amazing feeling of his lips on hers. The kiss was filled with the promise of his love, of all the tenderness Jag felt towards her. It was the sweetest thing she had ever experienced.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Jaina gazed deep into Jag's eyes. "I love you, Jag."
"I love you too, Jaina." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed this!!
Jaina's first stop after leaving Janson and the gang was at her quarters to check her comm messages. Seeing the light blinking on the console, she punched in her access codes. Immediately, a holo of Wedge popped up.
"Haha, Lieutenant," his image said. "Very funny. I suppose you're never going to let me live this down. And if you do, I can be sure Janson won't. Being called to attention by a lieutenant! Anyway, there's an Insiders meeting planned for 1500 sharp. Be there." His face took on a mischievous look. "Oh, and if you happen to see my nephew, be sure to pass on the word. I can't seem to get a hold of him."
"I'll be sure to tell him," Jaina murmured as Wedge's face was replaced by the emblem of the Insiders: the New Republic insignia with a lightsaber bisecting it.
Jaina left her room and set off in search of a certain Imperial colonel. Wrapped in her thoughts, she didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching her until she heard a familiar voice.
"Hello, Goddess. You certainly look preoccupied."
Jaina turned around, startled, to come face-to-face with Colonel Jagged Fel, Wedge's nephew. "Well, Colonel, I was, actually." She tried not to show how her being quivered from the mere sight of him.
Jag smiled the special smile he reserved only for her, and his green eyes sparkled. "Care to unburden your mind?" He bowed and gestured towards a small, unoccupied conference room.
Jaina grinned back. "I'd love to, Colonel." She preceded Jag into the room, then waited impatiently as he closed the door and keyed the lock mechanism.
He snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. "So, Goddess, where have you been?"
Jaina swung around to face him fully. "It's Jaina, in private, Jag. I honestly hate it when you call me Goddess. I keep feeling as if you weren't talking to me, but to somebody standing just behind me that I can't see. If it wasn't absolutely necessary to maintain security, I would demand that everyone stop calling me Goddess and granting me special privileges that only serve to make the other Squadron leaders hate me." Jaina paused and reveled in Jag's touch as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled. "Besides, where I was can wait for later."
Jag smiled in response, then caught her lips up in a kiss. Jaina sighed against his mouth in contentment as she reached up behind him to run her fingers through his short black hair. Jag stroked the small of her back as he deepened the kiss, finally breaking for air. Jaina quickly pulled his head down for more, and moaned in the back of her throat as he complied.
Several minuets later, Jag trailed kisses along her forehead as he asked again, "Where were you, Jaina? I was worried about you."
Jaina smiled. "You shouldn't have worried. You know that we Jedi can take care of ourselves."
Jag frowned. "Jaina, with all the Peace Brigadiers ready to turn over the entire Jedi population over to the Yuuzhan Vong and looking for you especially, I'm not so sure you can take care of yourself. I know the Jedi used to be the most powerful force in the galaxy, but that's not true anymore. Times have changed, Jaina. Promise me you'll never go off on your own again without first notifying either Uncle Wedge or me. I don't want you to die."
Tears filled Jaina's eyes at his tender concern. She kissed him softly. "I promise," she whispered.
Jag returned the kiss. "Good," he murmured against her lips.
A few moments later Jaina broke the kiss. "As a matter of fact, I was at Myrkr."
Jag stiffened in shock. "Why." he trailed off.
Jaina looked him squarely in the face. "Because I had to," she responded. "I went back so I could come to terms with my brother's death."
Jag raised an eyebrow at her words. "Brother's death? Does this mean you think Jacen's still alive?"
Jaina hung her head. "I don't know," she confessed softly. "When all the other Jedi felt Jacen die, I was so immersed in the Dark Side I didn't feel anything except through the others' pain. I thought he was dead. I couldn't feel him anymore. But how can I go in the face of my mother's complete certainty of Jacen's being alive? Oh, Jag," she cried, "I don't know what to believe anymore!"
Jag raised her chin with a finger so he could meet her tear-filled eyes. "Believe in this," he said softly. "Believe in us." He kissed her gently.
Jaina wrapped her arms around him, drawn up into the amazing feeling of his lips on hers. The kiss was filled with the promise of his love, of all the tenderness Jag felt towards her. It was the sweetest thing she had ever experienced.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Jaina gazed deep into Jag's eyes. "I love you, Jag."
"I love you too, Jaina." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed this!!