Well, here it is, just like I promised... I hope you like this post. I was
cracking up as I wrote it...
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Chapter Three
Kyp tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. Something was bothering him, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. He thumped his pillow in frustration. No one's dead, he reasoned. No one's in serious trouble. wait a minute. Stretching out with his senses, he encountered two very tumultuous presences in the Force that could only belong to two people. Only Jaina's presence was that strong, and there was only one person that could react as strongly to her: Jag Fel.
Kyp chuckled exasperatedly into his pillow. Honestly, how much shoving and interference do they need until they realize they're in love with each other? He waited a bit, then swung his legs out of the bed. The Force will never let me go to sleep until this mess gets straightened out, he thought, getting dressed. For some reason, the Force dictates that they have to be together.
Why couldn't they have just made things easier for everyone and just kiss and make up/out? Kyp opened the door and strode down the hallway. Oh, wait. I'm talking about the daughter of Han Solo and the daughter of Darth Vader, not to mention the son of Soontir Fel and the nephew of Wedge Antilles. They're genetically predisposed to do things the hard way. Okay, then. Why did I have to be the one to get them together??
Rounding the corner, Kyp continued complaining to the Force, or whatever happened to be listening. It's not fair. Why did I have to be the one to be stuck baby-sitting two lovesick, hormonal teenagers-well, young adults, anyway. Most baby-sitters want to keep their charges from making out in a dark closet somewhere. But oh, no. I didn't get the easy job. I have to try and get them to make out!
Kyp huffed. What is this going to take? Do I have to lock them into a room together and turn out the lights? He smirked. Well, at least they'd come to their senses, then! If I know Fel, he isn't gonna be able to keep his hormones in check. He'd last longer than most people I know, but he's still human. Yep, waaaaaaaaay down in there. And Jaina's a very attractive young girl.
He grinned. Maybe that's what I should do. But I mean, come on! Must I draw them a picture? Okay, class, it's time to fall in love! Put this here, and that there, and tada! You're done.
Shaking his head at the sheer obliviousness of the two youngsters, he rounded another corner and stopped. Jaina sat propped against Jag's door, head in her hands, sobbing. Just then, she looked up. "Oh, Kyp," she moaned dejectedly, tears rolling down her face. She stood up and hugged him, her tears soaking into his shirt.
Great, Kyp thought. Just come sob on my shoulder. Yep, that's me, Uncle Kyppie. Do I have a sign on my forehead saying "Come Cry On Me" or something??
He said none of this out loud, though. Instead, he rubbed Jaina's back and murmured comforting noises. "Shh," he said softly. "Everything'll be okay."
"No, they won't!" Jaina sobbed. "He hates me, and I just made a monkey- lizard of myself in there!"
Kyp choked on a chuckle as he suddenly envisioned a monkey-lizard with Jaina's features. It was, all in all, quite an amusing picture.
Jaina raised her head at the sound. "Do you think this is funny?" she asked angrily.
"Of course not, Jaina," Kyp soothed, pulling her back into his arms. "I was just imagining you as a monkey-lizard."
This earned a watery chuckle. "I suppose it is kinda funny," she conceded. Her shoulders shuddered with a sigh.
"Everything will look better in the morning," Kyp said. "Right now, you're overstrung and exhausted. After you get a good night's rest, the universe will be a better place."
Jaina leaned her head back and smiled. "Not to mention several pots of caf," she said, smiling. "And we mustn't forget the staple food of the pilot: pastries."
"You're absolutely right," Kyp smiled back. He liked holding Jaina. He didn't have any romantic ideas about their relationship. He loved her, it was true, but with the love of an older brother. And he knew she reciprocated his feelings. They had a deep bond, but it was the bond of siblings. He knew her heart lay elsewhere, and his. well, it was currently lying dormant in his chest like so many lumps of raw dough.
Jaina grinned as she caught his thoughts. "Your heart is anything but dormant," she said softly. "And thanks so much, Kyp. I love you." Again, it was the sibling bond that spoke. She reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
They both spun when they heard a stifled gasp behind them. Kyp stared into the burning eyes of one irate Chiss Colonel. If looks were lasers, there'd be nothing left of me right now except a pile of ashes.
"Jag." Jaina whispered.
Jag turned without a word and slid the door shut. He'd seen all he wanted to see.
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Dundundun! And the curtain falls once more on the tragic lovers, their fates and hearts being twisted by the evil, hyper Jaina Fel...
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Chapter Three
Kyp tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. Something was bothering him, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. He thumped his pillow in frustration. No one's dead, he reasoned. No one's in serious trouble. wait a minute. Stretching out with his senses, he encountered two very tumultuous presences in the Force that could only belong to two people. Only Jaina's presence was that strong, and there was only one person that could react as strongly to her: Jag Fel.
Kyp chuckled exasperatedly into his pillow. Honestly, how much shoving and interference do they need until they realize they're in love with each other? He waited a bit, then swung his legs out of the bed. The Force will never let me go to sleep until this mess gets straightened out, he thought, getting dressed. For some reason, the Force dictates that they have to be together.
Why couldn't they have just made things easier for everyone and just kiss and make up/out? Kyp opened the door and strode down the hallway. Oh, wait. I'm talking about the daughter of Han Solo and the daughter of Darth Vader, not to mention the son of Soontir Fel and the nephew of Wedge Antilles. They're genetically predisposed to do things the hard way. Okay, then. Why did I have to be the one to get them together??
Rounding the corner, Kyp continued complaining to the Force, or whatever happened to be listening. It's not fair. Why did I have to be the one to be stuck baby-sitting two lovesick, hormonal teenagers-well, young adults, anyway. Most baby-sitters want to keep their charges from making out in a dark closet somewhere. But oh, no. I didn't get the easy job. I have to try and get them to make out!
Kyp huffed. What is this going to take? Do I have to lock them into a room together and turn out the lights? He smirked. Well, at least they'd come to their senses, then! If I know Fel, he isn't gonna be able to keep his hormones in check. He'd last longer than most people I know, but he's still human. Yep, waaaaaaaaay down in there. And Jaina's a very attractive young girl.
He grinned. Maybe that's what I should do. But I mean, come on! Must I draw them a picture? Okay, class, it's time to fall in love! Put this here, and that there, and tada! You're done.
Shaking his head at the sheer obliviousness of the two youngsters, he rounded another corner and stopped. Jaina sat propped against Jag's door, head in her hands, sobbing. Just then, she looked up. "Oh, Kyp," she moaned dejectedly, tears rolling down her face. She stood up and hugged him, her tears soaking into his shirt.
Great, Kyp thought. Just come sob on my shoulder. Yep, that's me, Uncle Kyppie. Do I have a sign on my forehead saying "Come Cry On Me" or something??
He said none of this out loud, though. Instead, he rubbed Jaina's back and murmured comforting noises. "Shh," he said softly. "Everything'll be okay."
"No, they won't!" Jaina sobbed. "He hates me, and I just made a monkey- lizard of myself in there!"
Kyp choked on a chuckle as he suddenly envisioned a monkey-lizard with Jaina's features. It was, all in all, quite an amusing picture.
Jaina raised her head at the sound. "Do you think this is funny?" she asked angrily.
"Of course not, Jaina," Kyp soothed, pulling her back into his arms. "I was just imagining you as a monkey-lizard."
This earned a watery chuckle. "I suppose it is kinda funny," she conceded. Her shoulders shuddered with a sigh.
"Everything will look better in the morning," Kyp said. "Right now, you're overstrung and exhausted. After you get a good night's rest, the universe will be a better place."
Jaina leaned her head back and smiled. "Not to mention several pots of caf," she said, smiling. "And we mustn't forget the staple food of the pilot: pastries."
"You're absolutely right," Kyp smiled back. He liked holding Jaina. He didn't have any romantic ideas about their relationship. He loved her, it was true, but with the love of an older brother. And he knew she reciprocated his feelings. They had a deep bond, but it was the bond of siblings. He knew her heart lay elsewhere, and his. well, it was currently lying dormant in his chest like so many lumps of raw dough.
Jaina grinned as she caught his thoughts. "Your heart is anything but dormant," she said softly. "And thanks so much, Kyp. I love you." Again, it was the sibling bond that spoke. She reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
They both spun when they heard a stifled gasp behind them. Kyp stared into the burning eyes of one irate Chiss Colonel. If looks were lasers, there'd be nothing left of me right now except a pile of ashes.
"Jag." Jaina whispered.
Jag turned without a word and slid the door shut. He'd seen all he wanted to see.
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Dundundun! And the curtain falls once more on the tragic lovers, their fates and hearts being twisted by the evil, hyper Jaina Fel...