Disclaimer: Star Wars characters are not my property, but I really wouldn't mind "owning" Jag Fel. J/K!! It all belongs to George Lucas, I just have fun with them

~This chapter is back in real time. In other words, it's not a memory.~

Chapter 6: No More

Jaina Solo sat in the corridor. She couldn't stand this. Jag was going to become her entire life, and she wasn't even really sure what she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to feel. Jag was her first "real" love. She wanted to be with him, and she really didn't want to wait until their wedding night. Feeling more determined, Jaina rose from her cross- legged position in the hall outside her quarters, only to hear the air raid siren shriek into existence.

"Shavit!" Jaina muttered underneath her breath. Her plans for Jag would have to wait until after this skirmish was over. All she could do right now way plead with the Force to keep her and her pilots safe, Jag more importantly. She raced to the hangar bay and powered up her X-wing, going through the routine of her pre-flight checklist. She looked over to see Jag's clawcraft already ready to go. He was taking the moment he had before the battle to center himself. Jaina wished she knew what he was thinking, but he had learned from the best, namely Kyp, how to put up mental barriers. He looked over at her briefly; a faint smile crossed his lips. Jaina wanted nothing more at this moment than to sprint over to his clawcraft and kiss him. Deep down she was afraid she'd never see him again.

As the Twin Suns Squadron ascended into the orbit above Mon Cal, Jag's mind was anywhere except where it should have been, on the battle about to unfold in front of him. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his encounter with Jaina. He wanted to be with her, but he was raised to respect the sacredness of marriage. Jaina was raised that way too, so why couldn't she understand why Jag felt this way. Every time they went into battle, Jag feared for Jaina's life. He didn't want to lose her, couldn't bear to lose her. Every time a skip came within 1000 meters of her ship, he wanted nothing more than to annihilate the skip and make Jaina dock planetside. He wanted to keep her locked up somewhere, away from all the wars, all the loss, all the pain. And to keep himself from having to feel any of that if he were to lose her. And suddenly, with a burst of clarity, he knew why Jaina pushed for their intimacy the way she did. She was afraid to lose him. Being with him was the only thing in this galaxy that kept her, and him, sane and safe. Jag knew what he had to do.

He turned his attention back to the impending battle. If he was going to be with Jaina, he needed to survive this.

"All right, Twins, break on my mark, go into standard battle formation and take it from there. May the Force be with you. Three, two, one, mark!" The Twins Suns Squadron broke out into battle formation, with Jaina, Kyp and Jag at the lead. The skips came at them from every direction. There must have been four skips for every New Republic ship out there. Jaina smiled a feral grin. She had but one thought right now. It was something her father always said.

Never tell me the odds.

Jaina pushed herself into battle, reaching out to bond with Kyp. The Force- meld that Jacen had come up with was extremely beneficial in battle. She drew on Kyp's presence, feeling it to be soothing for once. Jaina juked and jinked her stick control. That was how she had earned her nickname "Sticks". But Jaina pushed that thought aside and stretched out her senses with the Force. Nearby, she could feel Jag and the six other pilots in her squadron. She still hadn't replaced the other three pilots that were killed in the previous mission. That was another assignment she'd have to find time for. The skips kept coming one after the other. Her squad managed to pick them off depleting the skip to half their numbers, while not losing any of their own.

A voice crackled over the comm."Twins, fall back and return to base. That's an order from headquarters."

"All right, Twins you heard him. Back to base with you. I want you all to get some sleep tonight. So, that means nobody goes to the tapcaf, got me, Kyp?"

A laughing voice burst over the comm. "I hear and obey, Goddess."

Jaina grimaced at the title. She hated being the embodiment of the Yuuzhan Vong trickster Goddess, Yun-Harla. But it was a necessary evil. Jaina turned her attention back to her console where she saw that she was being hailed on a private frequency. She flipped the channel on her comm. "Goddess here."

"Jaina, when we get back to base, I want to talk to you."

Jaina blinked at Jag's voice over the comm. After what had just happened between them, she wondered why he wanted to meet with her. Their encounter in the corridor and Jaina resurfacing of her memories had not served to ease her tension. If she was alone with Jag right now for any amount of time, she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"Jaina, did you hear me?"

"Yes, I did, Jag. Why do you want to meet with me?"

"You'll find out."

Jaina's stomached knotted with anticipation. What in the world could Jag possibly want to talk about? But for both of their sakes, she hoped it would be a quick talk. Any more might prove to be her undoing.