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~These are more of Jaina's memories. The chapter has some PG-13 content. If that offends you, don't read it.~

Chapter 4: Go tell him..

"Twin Five, get out of there!! Your shields are too low!! I repeat, get out- " It was too late. Twin Five, a very green pilot by then name of Ari Bastist, had pulled up to escape the squadron of skips that surrounded him, only to run headlong into one. Jaina checked her console. Her squad was down to nine, her lowest number since she had taken over Twin Suns from her Uncle Luke.

"Twins, get back to base. This is a direct order from General Antilles. Report back to base."

Jaina sighed, "You heard him, Twins. Back to base." The descent was spent in utter silence. She had lost three pilots today, all of them rookies. What was she going to do? She'd have to recruit more pilots. I'll have to talk to Kyp about this. She shuddered at the thought. But she couldn't talk to Jag, he was reporting back to Chiss space at the moment. He would be back, but not for another month. He'd been gone for two months already. She missed him terribly. She ached for his touch, for his kisses. Her memories were wearing thin; she needed new ones to keep her sated.

Jaina landed in the hangar bay, the same hangar bay that she and Jag had shared their first kiss in. She raced through her post-flight checklist and back to her quarters. Maybe she had a holo from Jag.

Sith spit, Jaina! Snap out of it! You can't be that head over heels for him already. Besides, I thought goddesses didn't mingle with mere mortals.

Kyp.

Kyp Durron. The one person she needed to talk to but really didn't want to was invading her thoughts. Ferociously, she slammed up her mental guard. The last thing she needed was Kyp Durron telling her how to run her love life. He knew about her relationship with Jag. But he was the only one who knew. Her mother, her father, even her twin brother didn't know about her relationship with Jag. She wasn't really prepared to tell them, not just yet. She could just imagine their reactions. Her father, Han Solo, a Corellian, would be, well, less than thrilled that his princess was involved with the son of Soontir Fel. Her mother would be disappointed, and, being Leia Organa Solo, the former Chief of State of the New Republic, would worry about it being a political scandal, seeing as hwo Jag was the son of an Imperial baron. And Jacen..Jacen would definitely have his own two credits to say about this. But he might understand. Jacen was different now. He'd been back from the Vong for less than a month. He was so different. So solemn, so serious. She shook her head. Jacen would never be the person she knew.

Jaina punched in the code to unlock her quarters. Sure enough, the light on her holo was flashing. Jaina sat on her bed and punched a button to play her messages. The first one was from Jacen.

"Hey sis, how are you? Keeping out of trouble I hope." Even through the holo Jaina could see the transparisteel in Jacen's eyes. She shuddered, not wanting to think about what Jacen had gone through. What she had gone through after Myrkyr. His message continued.

"Anyway, as soon as Mom and Dad dock tomorrow, Uncle Luke wants to meet with all of us. I can't say what about right now. See you there. Take care, Jaya. I love you."

Jacen's image fizzled out and was replaced by one of her parents. Jaina smiled at their image. They were standing side by side, arms wrapped lovingly around each other. After Chewie's death, her father had pushed everyone away. If he had been a Jedi, he would have definitely been touching the Dark side during that time. Sith, he might have even been a formidable rival to Darth Vader, her grandfather, himself. She turned her attention back to their holo.

"Hi, princess! Just wanted to drop you a holo telling you that your mom and I are fine and that we'll be in Mon Cal space in about three standard days. Look us up when we get there. That is if goddesses aren't too busy..We love you, sweetheart." The image flickered and faded away. This time, it was replaced by the one person she longed to see more than the Force could now, Jag. His message was short, but still full of caring and concern.

"Hi, Jaina. I hope everythin is going well with Twin Suns. I miss you so much. I can't wait to leave Chiss space. Wow, that's something I never thought I'd say. I'm going to try to leave for Mon Cal tomorrow. The first thing I'm going to do when I see you - Wait, I'll leave that as a surprise. And speaking of surprises, turn around and look on your 'fresher."

Jaina stared at the holo, puzzled. Look in the 'fresher? What could possibly be in there? Jaina opened the door to the refresher unit, only to find Jag standing inside. Jaina's face broke out into a smile. Jag was equally as happy.

"How did you- What are you- Oh Force, Jag, I'm so glad to see you." She threw herself into a passionate embrace. Jag was back, and safe, and in her arms again. "Wait, I thought you said you were going to leave tomorrow."

Jag smiled, something he rarely did. "Well, I lied." He couldn't take it anymore. He lowered his head so that his lips were just barely grazing hers, his breath was hot on her face. "Force, I've missed you." And with that, he claimed her lips as his own. It had been far too long. He burned for her touch, her lips, the scent of her body. Hungrily, he probed her mouth with his tongue. He wanted so much to do more than just this, but even just kissing her right now was proving to evoke a physical reaction from him. Jaina felt this and arched into him. She wanted him so badly. The time they had spent away from each other was too much, and it cam along too often. Jag lifted her up and she locked her legs around his waist. He carried across the room and sat down on her bed, her legs still locked in their grip of his body. He moaned into the kiss, eliciting a moan from her in response. She opened her mouth wider and pressed herself into him harder, rocking her body against him. He turned himself over, placing her beneath him in the bed. He lowered himself onto her, fully relishing the moment he had with her. And just when he had slipped his hand beneath the fabric of her flight suit, his comlink bleeped. He broke the kiss and angrily keyed the comm on.

"This had better be good!" He barked into the connection.

"Yes, sir, it is. Because I'm going to tell you how you're going to die."