Disclaimer: "I wish I was you wish you were me I think I'd like
to be you think you'd like to be me too."
Reader Responses:
Artemis347 - *chuckle* Are you? Well, I suppose from the stuff I've shown on this website, you probably are... check out some of my other stories - or better yet my webpages *evil grin*
mariko -Thank you for reviewing! As far as J/J go - I can't promise anything - I myself don't really know where this is going - and I'm a K/J fan! acks!
a Fan - Glad you're enjoying it! Here's some more!
Adam Lyons - No, no hint. Yes I'm slipping up. Probably because at this point I had no idea where I was going and had no hint for the next! I have a hint for this one, though it isn't written yet, it's where I want to go. TAWG I'm long winded today....
FaithAngel - As I told mariko - *I* don't even know where this is going.... So stick around, who knows?
Flute Kahlan Solo Fel - *grin* thank you! Affect the J/K relasche? Dunno yet. and Jag.. well, he's Jag :)
Jaina - In chapter five, when the dogfight happened, Kyp muses on his dream that had happened two weeks earlier. That's when Jag left. I tried to clear things up a little in this one. :)
Nyiestra - Thanks! Oh I'm so glad, more people should like Kyp, he's really not all that bad :)
A/N:
Hey all! I know there's more of you out there reading this, some of you have even reviewed! I beg of you to make me a happy elf and continue reviewing - how else will I know whether this story pushes buttons?
Kyp: You're begging now?
Yes.
Kyp: -=rolls eyes=- Well, at least you kept me alive this time.
-=grins=- don't count your clucks before they're hatched, dear.
Kyp: -=looks mildly worried=-
ON WITH THE FIC!!!!
Hidden Love : Chapter Seven
By Raven Pan
"What do you mean?" Jaina frowned, tucking one leg beneath her as she peered at her uncle.
Luke shook his head, "That's not for me to tell. I've already said too much."
"But you know who they are," she pointed to the holo, "She has on a lightsabre, so she must have been a Jedi too - who are they?"
Luke was silent. He looked up as Mara entered the room, Ben on her hip. She moved over to sit in a chair nearby, but glanced at the holo. "What are you doing with a holo of Durron's wife and kids?" she asked bluntly.
Jaina's ears perked, "Wife... and kids?"
"Mara..." Luke seemed to warn.
"What?" she shrugged. "They're dead, no reason to keep 'em secret now, is there?"
"Dead?" Jaina spoke with a whisper. That seemed to explain so much.
"Oh Force, don't tell me he's still playing the lone widower," she snorted and turned from the room, the conversation no longer interesting enough to warrant her attention.
"Does Kyp know you've got this?" Luke asked her gently.
She shook her head without looking up, "No - He's.... They don't know if he'll make it."
He took in her concern with a kind smile, "Don't worry. Kyp's been a fighter as long as I've known him. He'll pull through."
"I really hope so," Jaina nodded. "I don't want to lose anyone else."
Silence reigned for a few more minutes, then... "Uncle Luke?"
"Yes?"
"Please tell me about them?"
Not being able to get more information out of her uncle, Jaina slowly made her way back to Kyp's quarters to put the picture away and collect the clothing. After thinking a moment, she set it on his desk with the other still-holos, and gathered up the clothes to put them in a sack.
Slowly, she made her way to the med-bay, depositing the clothes in a locker once she'd gotten there. She moved to the waiting room, and noted with surprise that Sharr was still there. "Why're you still here?" she queried.
He shrugged, "Made a promise." When she raised a questioning brow, he shook his head.
"What is it with you people and secrets!" she said with exhasperation, throwing her hands up in the air.
They were caught and brought back down. She turned to see Jag, "Secrets?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Uhm...."
"I'm sorry I had to leave, I needed to report to General Antilles."
"It's okay," she sighed.
"Come on, you need to go get some rest," he told her, taking her elbow and guiding her reluctant form out from the med bay.
Darkness and light created a scintilating pattern not unlike that of hyperspace. It dashed past on all sides as the lone figure looked up. Another figure approached quickly. Feminine, small, with bright blue eyes.
She wagged a finger at him, "Ah ah ah.... we're not quite ready for you yet," she winked. Then she paused as though in thought, then smiled, "Not sure when we will be."
The figure looked at her in confusion as she waved goodbye, disappearing almost as quickly as she'd come. The scintilations of hyperspace-like flight vanished, plunging the figure into pain-ridden darkness.
Loathe to be alone, Jaina had convinced Jag to stay with her. He oblidged, allowing her to cuddle up to him for the small comfort the contact would afford - though he quickly fell to sleep. A short while later, and careful not to wake the figure sleeping beside her, she reached and thumbed on her beeping comlink. "Solo."
"This is Dr. Sunavogan. You said you wanted me to comm you if there was any change in Master Durron."
"Yes?" her voice was almost expectant.
"The worst seems to be over. I'm confident he will recover."
Jaina grinned, "Thank you! Let me know if things change." Before the medic could reply, she shut off her commlink, and snuggled up next to Jag.
His eyes lazily slipped open, "What was that all about?"
"Kyp's going to live," she said with a small smile, picking invisible lint from his flightsuit clad arm.
He smiled, "Good. Go back to sleep."
As he planted a small kiss on her head, she finally allowed herself to fall into a calm sleep. Jag had returned, after only two weeks - and Kyp... was going to live.
Next Time:
"But... they were your family!"
"And they're dead, that is all. Don't ask me again," Kyp growled.
Reader Responses:
Artemis347 - *chuckle* Are you? Well, I suppose from the stuff I've shown on this website, you probably are... check out some of my other stories - or better yet my webpages *evil grin*
mariko -Thank you for reviewing! As far as J/J go - I can't promise anything - I myself don't really know where this is going - and I'm a K/J fan! acks!
a Fan - Glad you're enjoying it! Here's some more!
Adam Lyons - No, no hint. Yes I'm slipping up. Probably because at this point I had no idea where I was going and had no hint for the next! I have a hint for this one, though it isn't written yet, it's where I want to go. TAWG I'm long winded today....
FaithAngel - As I told mariko - *I* don't even know where this is going.... So stick around, who knows?
Flute Kahlan Solo Fel - *grin* thank you! Affect the J/K relasche? Dunno yet. and Jag.. well, he's Jag :)
Jaina - In chapter five, when the dogfight happened, Kyp muses on his dream that had happened two weeks earlier. That's when Jag left. I tried to clear things up a little in this one. :)
Nyiestra - Thanks! Oh I'm so glad, more people should like Kyp, he's really not all that bad :)
A/N:
Hey all! I know there's more of you out there reading this, some of you have even reviewed! I beg of you to make me a happy elf and continue reviewing - how else will I know whether this story pushes buttons?
Kyp: You're begging now?
Yes.
Kyp: -=rolls eyes=- Well, at least you kept me alive this time.
-=grins=- don't count your clucks before they're hatched, dear.
Kyp: -=looks mildly worried=-
ON WITH THE FIC!!!!
Hidden Love : Chapter Seven
By Raven Pan
"What do you mean?" Jaina frowned, tucking one leg beneath her as she peered at her uncle.
Luke shook his head, "That's not for me to tell. I've already said too much."
"But you know who they are," she pointed to the holo, "She has on a lightsabre, so she must have been a Jedi too - who are they?"
Luke was silent. He looked up as Mara entered the room, Ben on her hip. She moved over to sit in a chair nearby, but glanced at the holo. "What are you doing with a holo of Durron's wife and kids?" she asked bluntly.
Jaina's ears perked, "Wife... and kids?"
"Mara..." Luke seemed to warn.
"What?" she shrugged. "They're dead, no reason to keep 'em secret now, is there?"
"Dead?" Jaina spoke with a whisper. That seemed to explain so much.
"Oh Force, don't tell me he's still playing the lone widower," she snorted and turned from the room, the conversation no longer interesting enough to warrant her attention.
"Does Kyp know you've got this?" Luke asked her gently.
She shook her head without looking up, "No - He's.... They don't know if he'll make it."
He took in her concern with a kind smile, "Don't worry. Kyp's been a fighter as long as I've known him. He'll pull through."
"I really hope so," Jaina nodded. "I don't want to lose anyone else."
Silence reigned for a few more minutes, then... "Uncle Luke?"
"Yes?"
"Please tell me about them?"
Not being able to get more information out of her uncle, Jaina slowly made her way back to Kyp's quarters to put the picture away and collect the clothing. After thinking a moment, she set it on his desk with the other still-holos, and gathered up the clothes to put them in a sack.
Slowly, she made her way to the med-bay, depositing the clothes in a locker once she'd gotten there. She moved to the waiting room, and noted with surprise that Sharr was still there. "Why're you still here?" she queried.
He shrugged, "Made a promise." When she raised a questioning brow, he shook his head.
"What is it with you people and secrets!" she said with exhasperation, throwing her hands up in the air.
They were caught and brought back down. She turned to see Jag, "Secrets?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Uhm...."
"I'm sorry I had to leave, I needed to report to General Antilles."
"It's okay," she sighed.
"Come on, you need to go get some rest," he told her, taking her elbow and guiding her reluctant form out from the med bay.
Darkness and light created a scintilating pattern not unlike that of hyperspace. It dashed past on all sides as the lone figure looked up. Another figure approached quickly. Feminine, small, with bright blue eyes.
She wagged a finger at him, "Ah ah ah.... we're not quite ready for you yet," she winked. Then she paused as though in thought, then smiled, "Not sure when we will be."
The figure looked at her in confusion as she waved goodbye, disappearing almost as quickly as she'd come. The scintilations of hyperspace-like flight vanished, plunging the figure into pain-ridden darkness.
Loathe to be alone, Jaina had convinced Jag to stay with her. He oblidged, allowing her to cuddle up to him for the small comfort the contact would afford - though he quickly fell to sleep. A short while later, and careful not to wake the figure sleeping beside her, she reached and thumbed on her beeping comlink. "Solo."
"This is Dr. Sunavogan. You said you wanted me to comm you if there was any change in Master Durron."
"Yes?" her voice was almost expectant.
"The worst seems to be over. I'm confident he will recover."
Jaina grinned, "Thank you! Let me know if things change." Before the medic could reply, she shut off her commlink, and snuggled up next to Jag.
His eyes lazily slipped open, "What was that all about?"
"Kyp's going to live," she said with a small smile, picking invisible lint from his flightsuit clad arm.
He smiled, "Good. Go back to sleep."
As he planted a small kiss on her head, she finally allowed herself to fall into a calm sleep. Jag had returned, after only two weeks - and Kyp... was going to live.
Next Time:
"But... they were your family!"
"And they're dead, that is all. Don't ask me again," Kyp growled.