Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with 'em!
Review Notes:
Katherine : -=returns bown=- I'm so glad! Hmm... both of them you say? -=thinks about it=- nah. *chuckle* glad you're enjoying it, though!
Trickster Jaina Fel : Hm.... hm.... How about now?
Mariko Duknic : Here ya go!
Artemis347 : *grin*
smeagol's preciousss : Hope hard enough, and you get what you hope for....
princessstephanie46 : Why thank you!
Evil Child : heh, hope you keep enjoying this :) (hope your friend stopped yelling too!)
Jillybean : heh, me too! fast paced? hm, I hadn't noticed. Maybe it's cause I don't like writing times when nothing's going on. I'll try to work on that!
Sunfalling : Wow! I'm inspiring? I feel so special now. ^_^
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm all 'bout Kyp/Jaina... why? Cause my hubbie's nine years older, that's why! ^_^;;
Hidden Love : Chapter Three
By Raven Pan
Kyp was sitting atop his X-wing, painting a few more kill markers in place. He liked to do that himself, in stead of the mechanics. It was... theraputic somehow. He looked up as he felt someone enter the otherwise empty hangar.
Colonel Jagged Fel was heading toward his clawcraft at an even, determined pace. Though, that seemed to be the *only* pace he knew. Mildly, Kyp wondered just what Col. Ferrocrete was up to now. "Where you off to, Fel?"
He stopped and turned a steely green gaze upon the Jedi seated atop his X-wing. "I'm going back."
Kyp frowned and jumped down to confront the younger man, "What do you mean, 'going back'? I know you promised Jaina you'd stay."
"I have my duties. She understands," Jag lifted his chin imperiously and sidestepped past Kyp.
Kyp reached out and grabbed his arm before he could pass. "I don't think you understand," he hissed in a low voice. "You made a promise, and leaving'll only hurt her more."
Jag shrugged out of his grasp and stepped back. "No, I don't think you understand, Master Durron. If I don't go now..." he shook his head and let out a sharp, barking laugh. "I don't need to explain myself to you."
"Think again," Kyp growled.
"Listen. I already told her goodbye. She knows I'll be back. Keep an eye on her for me, okay? Make sure she doesn't try to pull off anything stupid."
"Oh, I'll keep an eye out for her, alright," Kyp muttered as Jagged turned and entered his fighter. "But not for your sake. For hers."
Too angry to stay around in the hangar any longer, Kyp headed to his room. Perhaps he could sleep off the tumultous emotions roiling through himself.
*
Jaina waded back to wakefulness. Her head hurt, her eyes were sore, and something very uncomfortable was pressed up against her leg; between it, and the bed. "What the-?" She rolled onto her back and looked at the thin mattress.
Nothing there.... She rolled back onto her side, and felt the discomfort once again.
Then, it was as though a glowlamp went on in her mind. She returned to her back, and searched her pockets. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled out the offending wadded piece of flimsy. Then she frowned at it as though it were a Gamorrean doing ballet. Now, where in the galaxy did this come from?
She unfolded it, then realised it was the scrap she'd filtched from Kyp's room. Force, it seemed like ages ago.
Yep, it was Durron's handwriting alright.
She scooted to sit with her back to the wall, and began reading. Her eyes widened in shock, and a little anger at the first few paragraphs professing love. But then... then she saw, through his eyes, how she'd been his saviour as an inquisitive child. Through his words, she felt his pain as the gulf between them appeared; the anguish of her flirtations with the Dark Side and his desperation to pull her back to the Light. She saw his hurt at her relationship, if you could call it that, with Jagged Fel.
She blinked at the way the letter closed. She felt confusion at his belief that whatever he thought, or felt, was worthless. A plea for her to be happy. Determination that she never know how he felt. Confused, she folded up the flimsy, and moved to stuff it into her footlocker. She knew she should throw it out, but....
Noting the chrono's declaration that she had several hours of the night left, she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled off her boots, then her flightsuit, as she changed into something more comfortable to sleep in. She crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as she huddled against the darkness.
As she fell asleep, she never saw the ghostly apparition of a young Tanaabian woman, smiling secretly, in the corner of the room. She never saw the young woman tense and frown, never saw her leave for some unknown mission on the other side.
Hope you enjoyed! Let me know! ^@*@^
-- Next time in Hidden Love --
His hand slid down, leaving a smudge on the pane. He reached out a hand, and called his lightsabre to it. He eyed it speculatively, thumbing the power switch and allowing the violet blade to cast light into the darkness. He switched it off and held it lightly in his hand as he regarded it morosely.
"I wonder if it's worth it, anymore," he whispered to the empty room.
Review Notes:
Katherine : -=returns bown=- I'm so glad! Hmm... both of them you say? -=thinks about it=- nah. *chuckle* glad you're enjoying it, though!
Trickster Jaina Fel : Hm.... hm.... How about now?
Mariko Duknic : Here ya go!
Artemis347 : *grin*
smeagol's preciousss : Hope hard enough, and you get what you hope for....
princessstephanie46 : Why thank you!
Evil Child : heh, hope you keep enjoying this :) (hope your friend stopped yelling too!)
Jillybean : heh, me too! fast paced? hm, I hadn't noticed. Maybe it's cause I don't like writing times when nothing's going on. I'll try to work on that!
Sunfalling : Wow! I'm inspiring? I feel so special now. ^_^
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm all 'bout Kyp/Jaina... why? Cause my hubbie's nine years older, that's why! ^_^;;
Hidden Love : Chapter Three
By Raven Pan
Kyp was sitting atop his X-wing, painting a few more kill markers in place. He liked to do that himself, in stead of the mechanics. It was... theraputic somehow. He looked up as he felt someone enter the otherwise empty hangar.
Colonel Jagged Fel was heading toward his clawcraft at an even, determined pace. Though, that seemed to be the *only* pace he knew. Mildly, Kyp wondered just what Col. Ferrocrete was up to now. "Where you off to, Fel?"
He stopped and turned a steely green gaze upon the Jedi seated atop his X-wing. "I'm going back."
Kyp frowned and jumped down to confront the younger man, "What do you mean, 'going back'? I know you promised Jaina you'd stay."
"I have my duties. She understands," Jag lifted his chin imperiously and sidestepped past Kyp.
Kyp reached out and grabbed his arm before he could pass. "I don't think you understand," he hissed in a low voice. "You made a promise, and leaving'll only hurt her more."
Jag shrugged out of his grasp and stepped back. "No, I don't think you understand, Master Durron. If I don't go now..." he shook his head and let out a sharp, barking laugh. "I don't need to explain myself to you."
"Think again," Kyp growled.
"Listen. I already told her goodbye. She knows I'll be back. Keep an eye on her for me, okay? Make sure she doesn't try to pull off anything stupid."
"Oh, I'll keep an eye out for her, alright," Kyp muttered as Jagged turned and entered his fighter. "But not for your sake. For hers."
Too angry to stay around in the hangar any longer, Kyp headed to his room. Perhaps he could sleep off the tumultous emotions roiling through himself.
*
Jaina waded back to wakefulness. Her head hurt, her eyes were sore, and something very uncomfortable was pressed up against her leg; between it, and the bed. "What the-?" She rolled onto her back and looked at the thin mattress.
Nothing there.... She rolled back onto her side, and felt the discomfort once again.
Then, it was as though a glowlamp went on in her mind. She returned to her back, and searched her pockets. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled out the offending wadded piece of flimsy. Then she frowned at it as though it were a Gamorrean doing ballet. Now, where in the galaxy did this come from?
She unfolded it, then realised it was the scrap she'd filtched from Kyp's room. Force, it seemed like ages ago.
Yep, it was Durron's handwriting alright.
She scooted to sit with her back to the wall, and began reading. Her eyes widened in shock, and a little anger at the first few paragraphs professing love. But then... then she saw, through his eyes, how she'd been his saviour as an inquisitive child. Through his words, she felt his pain as the gulf between them appeared; the anguish of her flirtations with the Dark Side and his desperation to pull her back to the Light. She saw his hurt at her relationship, if you could call it that, with Jagged Fel.
She blinked at the way the letter closed. She felt confusion at his belief that whatever he thought, or felt, was worthless. A plea for her to be happy. Determination that she never know how he felt. Confused, she folded up the flimsy, and moved to stuff it into her footlocker. She knew she should throw it out, but....
Noting the chrono's declaration that she had several hours of the night left, she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled off her boots, then her flightsuit, as she changed into something more comfortable to sleep in. She crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as she huddled against the darkness.
As she fell asleep, she never saw the ghostly apparition of a young Tanaabian woman, smiling secretly, in the corner of the room. She never saw the young woman tense and frown, never saw her leave for some unknown mission on the other side.
Hope you enjoyed! Let me know! ^@*@^
-- Next time in Hidden Love --
His hand slid down, leaving a smudge on the pane. He reached out a hand, and called his lightsabre to it. He eyed it speculatively, thumbing the power switch and allowing the violet blade to cast light into the darkness. He switched it off and held it lightly in his hand as he regarded it morosely.
"I wonder if it's worth it, anymore," he whispered to the empty room.