The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 1
By obi's girl
"Are you saying you know where Jaina's body is?" Gavin asked Sera, as she and Kyp stood in his office. He had already ordered a search team to locate her body and bring it home. Now, he had to give them different orders to look in a different place, far beyond the point they were looking at. "How do you know this? Did you have a vision?"
Sera bit her lip, "It's more like a hunch," Gavin rolled his eyes as she continued, "I know you need concrete information Colonel but just listen to what I have to say,"
"Listen to her," Kyp added, "Sera told me about her epiphany on her way over here, and to be honest, I don't think she's that far off."
"Go ahead, Sera," he mused, sitting down.
Sera moved Kyp aside, grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen. "According to reports, five other x-wings had been shot down prior to Jaina's, and the 5th one was shot down about the same time Jaina died. You know you grabbed the wrong body but you didn't really know what direction her x-wing went. Now Jag's claw craft was situated about here," she managed, drawing a circle around a badly drawn claw craft. "He was facing the east, which he assumed was where Jaina was and of course we know that can't be true because we still don't have her body. But what if...what if she was behind him the whole time,"
"Wait, you're saying Jaina's x-wing was positioned behind his claw craft...but how can that be?"
"The fifth unknown x-wing was in front of Jag. It looked exactly like Jaina's but he wasn't able to distinguish clearly if it was hers, and over the COM, you can never tell the direction where the other person is. Jag assumed since the x-wing he was seeing was Jaina because it was surrounded by 5 coral skippers and shot down,"
"But it wasn't," Gavin added, "If she was behind him the whole time, that means her x-wing had to have fallen in the opposite direction, away from the original site."
She smiled, "If you trace her flight path, you'll find her x-wing and her body and this whole mess will be behind us,"
Gavin mirrored her smile, "I'm going to have to promote you Fey`lina if you're right about this,"
"I hope I am...All you need to do is follow her flight path and you'll find her."
His smile suddenly disappeared, "Who was the other pilot then, if it wasn't Jaina?" Sera shrugged and then she looked at Kyp and her eyes widened. "Sera, who was it?"
"Karia Ylena," she whispered.
"Karia Ylena. Yes, I remember her...she and Jaina were twins. Their resemblance was uncanny; I understand why he thought he was holding Jaina in his arms. Except Karia has a tattoo on her right arm; that's the only distinguishable mark between them."
Sera raised her eyebrow, "And no one thought to look for this tattoo?"
He shrugged, "Jag assured Jaina's family it was her and they didn't question him, and Luke clarified it was her before the funeral," Gavin paused, "Look, you two can go. I'll get this information to the head of the search team."
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The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 2
"The Affair"
By obi's girl
"Karia Ylena," Jag mused as he glanced at Celeste. Celeste was shocked to see him after the small interlude between them in her quarters. She was sure she wasn't going to see Jag again for a couple days, when he had the chance to thinks things over. "The body the military found wasn't Jaina's," he said.
Celeste huffed, tapping her pen, "But you talked to her before she died.how could the military have been mistaken?"
Jag shrugged, turning to her, "I met Karia shortly after I joined Twin Suns. She and Jaina joked that Karia was her long lost twin sister. Karia could even imitate Jaina's speech pattern. But I remember she said to me one time, that was different between them was Karia had a tattoo on her arm."
"A small tattoo. I can't believe that's the only distinguishable feature to tell them apart,"
"Force signature and lightsaber," Jag mused as he suddenly grabbed Jaina's lightsaber from his belt. "Karia wasn't a Jedi; she was more of a pilot - so why did she have this?"
Flashback
"Karia," Jaina said, grabbing the extra lightsaber from her belt. If anything happens, I want you to have this."
Karia frowned, flipping her hair aside as she sat on the locker bench. She took the cylinder in her hands and huffed, looking up at Jaina again. "What use will it be? I'm a pilot and the only stick I know how to use is a pilot's stick,"
Jaina smirked, "I know that but this is more for decoy reasons rather than protection. Times are more dangerous now and I can't risk being killed...I know it's a lot to ask but I need you to do this for me. Please Karia, I need you,"
Karia smiled, igniting the lightsaber, "It's the same as yours."
She shrugged, "It has to be."
"I'll do it, Jaina. I'll be your shadow, your face.."
~~
"Karia did her duty to protect Jaina and now, she's dead because Jaina signed her death warrant," Jag mused.
Celeste moved from behind her desk and sat on the edge of the front, "So, the military's looking for her real body now, I presume?"
He turned to her, "They have to. Matters are still complicated."
"Are they?"
Jag looked away, "Celeste, we can't, remember. We decided it would make matters worse if something happened."
She shrugged, "I know that but the kiss you gave me that day in my apartment, haunts me. Don't tell me you've forgotten completely."
"I haven't,"
Celeste smiled, "Jag, I know we're not supposed to cross the line but we've always crossed it, and we both know it."
"And you want to cross the line farther?" he added, "I won't, I refuse to betray Jaina's memory like that."
Celeste huffed, leaned forward and kissed him. Jag pulled away and then pulled her towards him again and kissed her in return. "No, this is wrong..." he mused.
"In the office, it's wrong," she corrected, "Someone maybe watching. I'll go to your place. 9:00."
Jag gulped, "This isn't love, Celeste..."
"It probably isn't, but we owe it to ourselves to find out."
He shrugged, kissing her again and then let go. Jag wiped his mouth and looked away. "Nine o'clock. I'll see you at nine o'clock." He turned to her briefly and left the office.
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The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 3
"No Turning Back"
Celeste huffed, fidgeting as she stood before Jag's quarters. What exactly was she doing there? To prove she didn't feel anything for Jag? She had been second-guessing herself ever since she left her office and searched through her wardrobe for something to wear. This wasn't her normal character --- she didn't usually invite patients to have affairs with her. This was crazy, really crazy but she was already there and she couldn't turn back.
She hesitated, reaching up to the com and pressed her thumb to it. As she waited for Jag to answer, Celeste breathed slowly. This has to be a mistake, a crazy mistake but she couldn't go back. No turning back, she thought. Finally, Jag answered. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Jag moved aside and Celeste walked inside the apartment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do so I cooked dinner first," Jag mused as she turned to the left and was taken aback. He had prepared a beautiful dinner for the two of them; a single white rose sat in the vase. "It's a Celestial Spring Rose; very rare and very hard to find."
"How did you get it then?" she asked.
Jag shrugged, "I asked the computer for all the different types of roses...I wanted this dinner to be special. Finally, I came upon this one and asked if it was available anywhere. It's close to extinction but I asked the computer to replicate one for me," He turned to her and smiled, "You look beautiful."
Celeste blushed, "Thank you...I, Jag, I'm not sure if we should be doing this."
"I thought this was your idea; now, you're second-guessing yourself. It's bad a characteristic for a doctor; psychiatrists are supposed to be firm in their ideas and thoughts. It's a dangerous combination if you're not," he joked.
Celeste smiled and then moved towards the table. Jag gulped, moving his position and pulled out the chair for her. "How am I doing so far?" he whispered into her ear.
"Fine," she murmured and sat down. Jag took his seat on the opposite chair. "So, what we do have to eat?"
Jag raised an eyebrow, removing the lids on both their dishes. "Fried Salmon, curried rice and spied chicken soup...I hope that's not too much,"
"Sounds delicious," she mused, taking her fork and cutting a piece of the salmon. Jag cleared his throat, eating a piece himself. "Shouldn't we talk or something?"
He shrugged, "This isn't a therapy session, Celeste,"
"I know it isn't but this dinner shouldn't be complete silence...I've never liked silence. There's an almost eerie, dead feeling if a room is completely silent."
"Music," he mused and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a soft medley started playing.
She smiled, "You've thought of everything, haven't you? A delicious dinner, exotic rose and beautiful music. Is there anything you've missed?"
"Desert," he paused, smiling, "but I think we'll get to that later in the evening."
~~
Kyp Durron smiled as he turned back to Sera. She smiled at him in return as he walked closer to her and sat beside her on the bed. Kyp raised his hand and lightly touched her cheek. They both had waited for so long for this moment...the constant flirtation and teasing. "You were wonderful today," he whispered, tracing the curves on her jaw.
Sera shrugged, "I've been trained to look for small details like that. As a spy and liaison, I have to look at everything from every angle,"
Kyp leaned forward, smiling mischievously, "You're good at what you do, aren't you, Wildcat?"
She laughed, pushing him away slightly. "Don't tell me you've forgotten who you are, Sera?"
"Those days are finished, Kyp. I'm not like that anymore. Sera 'Wildcat' Fey`lina is dead; I'm just Sera,"
He fidgeted, "Why does it bother you so much? What is it about those days that haunt you?"
She shrugged, "They weren't bad days...I was young, naive and a sly young girl. I thought I could get away with anything, even murder,"
"You murdered someone to get what you want? I don't believe that..."
Sera scowled, turning to him, "Then you don't know me at all, if you think I'm not capable of murder. I have killed people Kyp to get what I wanted and of course, on Tatoonie, if someone turns up dead, it's rarely looked at. Authorities believed it was because of a gambling problem. No real concern,"
"Sera," Kyp started as he moved beside her, "I know who you are and you are not a murderer. I have never known you to hurt anyone. The Sera I do know, is a compassionate, loving and tough but not a murderer.."
"You think you know me, Kyp but you don't. All these years we've been friends, you thought you knew who I was but you never did. None of them did," she whispered as Kyp suddenly kissed her. "You should care, ya know..."
He shrugged, "I probably should care and worry and panic, but I don't care,"
~~
"May I have this dance?" Jag asked Celeste, as he extended his hand to her. Celeste smiled, slipping her hand through his and stood up. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
She shrugged, still smiling, "I guess I am," Celeste sighed, resting her head on his right shoulder. "It still scares me, though. I mean, isn't this a bit impersonal?" she whispered.
Jag laughed, "The dance or that we're this close to each other?"
"The dance - it still feels odd."
"Hope you don't say that again later," Jag countered.
Celeste snaked an arm around his neck and sighed, "I've just never done this before."
Jag pulled back and looked at her incredulously, "Go on a date?"
She smiled, "No, I've been on a date before. What I meant was invite a patient of mine to dinner and desert. It's not something I'd normally do."
"Oh," he mused and stopped dancing. Celeste frowned as he walked away from her and sat down on the bed. "Come here; sit down." Celeste gulped, sitting beside him. Jag smiled, rolling his eyes, "You can sit closer than that, doctor." She huffed, slowly inching closer to him. She didn't move as Jag's hand touched her cheek and slowly slid down her shoulders. Celeste smiled at Jag as she uncomfortably sat next him to on the bed. She had her doubts about this being right or wrong, but looking into Jag's eyes, she wasn't sure anymore.
She gasped again as Jag leaned forward and kissed her. Celeste huffed, pulling away again, "No, this is wrong..." she whispered and stood up from the bed.
"I thought you wanted this..."
Celeste turned to him, "Is this really what we want, Jag?"
He shrugged, "Remember what I said before? I said it's bad a characteristic for a doctor not to know the difference between what is right and wrong...I admit, we don't know if this is right. These feelings between us, it could be just nothing but we ignore this, we'll never know."
Celeste shivered and her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Jag stood up and braced her waist from behind and kissed her neck. "If you hate me in the morning, or if we end up hating each other --- better to get it over with now rather than later," he joked.
She laughed and turned to him, "Does everything always have to be a joke, Jag?"
He shrugged again, "Not always."
They stared at each other again; Celeste smiled, shrugging herself, "I guess this is the only way to find out," she mused as Jag leaned in and kissed her again. As they kissed, Celeste found herself pulling him back to the bed...
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The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 4
"Choices"
A/N: Finally, this is the last chapter of the funeral. I am soo happy and relieved it's over. Well, not quite. Of course, there's going to be a sequel, and it will be titled "I'd Still Miss You," and starts immediately after the funeral. And yes, Jaina will finally come back to the land of the living, with Cherith!
Enjoy the final chapter & it's shocking conclusion
Celeste bit her lip as she slept beside Jag. What had she done? What had she become? She'd spent the night with her patient; she had dinner with him, danced and she slept with him. Celeste turned over and glanced at Jag. He was still sleeping and as far as she knew, it was still early. Celeste leaned over the bed, grabbing her things and as she sat up, Jag grabbed her wrist.
"Jag please, I have to go. If someone sees me..." Celeste cried.
"It'll be all over the HoloNet,¡" he finished, "Grab your things and get dressed. I'll do the same." Jag slipped from the bed and ran to the fresher.
Celeste turned away, dressing herself but still felt confused. What was going to happen now? She was a doctor, she had a career but now she knew that was all finished. The rules clearly stated she wasn't allowed to have affairs with any of her patients and she broke that rule, willingly. "Um, last night was wonderful. Dinner was lovely," she started.
Jag didn't answer so she continued, "It was memorable - probably the most romantic date I'd ever been on and the end of my career probably,"
Finally, Jag stepped out of the fresher in a clean shirt and pants. They stared at each other again, but it wasn't a lustful stare. He smiled, "You'd better go before the halls get really busy,"
"Yes," she said and fidgeted again, "Look Jag, what happened last night..."
"I felt something," Jag interrupted her and averted his eyes from her face, ¡°But our feelings - they're forbidden, aren't they? And you're not supposed to be here."
Celeste huffed, "I felt something too but we can't discuss that now," she paused and looked at him, "You'll see me today for your appointment. We'll talk then,"
Jag nodded, "Isn't that breaking the rules?"
She smiled, "It probably is but I think we're both in deep trouble already."
Jag leaned down and kissed Celeste, holding her head as he whispered in her ear, "I can't tell you what these feelings are but I think you know already,"
Celeste cleared her throat as he let go, "I should go," Jag didn't say anything as she walked to the door. Jag followed her and pressed his thumb to the pad.
~~
"I should go," Sera mused as she stared into Kyp's face. "I should go and check with Gavin if something has developed,"
Kyp smiled, leaned down and kissed Sera, "I love you, Sera Fey`lina."
She shrugged, looking at him credulously. Had she finally won him over? After many years of flirting and teasing, had Jedi Master Kyp Durron finally admit he felt something for her instead of hiding? "You love me?"
Kyp looked down and fidgeted, "I think I've always loved you. Last night, just made things a little more clear."
Sera laughed, rolling her eyes,"You just better not think I'm easy and will follow you around like a little bantha. I'm more independent than that, Durron,"
"I don't expect you too," he smiled.
~~
Both men smiled, not really noticing each other as they exited their apartment and they both looked up and their smiles disappeared. Sera and Celeste looked at each other as well but were less in shock. Sera turned to Kyp first, and kissed his cheek before taking off. Celeste huffed and looked back at Jag, "I'll see you this afternoon for your appointment," she said. Jag nodded speechlessly as Celeste quickly took off.
"You slept with her?" Kyp whispered.
Jag shrugged, turning, "This never happened, Durron,"
Kyp growled, grabbing Jag's shoulder, "You slept with your doctor. Jag, I know you've been having problems but your doctor? Did she come over for a nightcap or something?"
He nodded, looking away, "It wasn't like that. You don't understand,"
"She willingly stopped by and decided she wanted to spend the night with you,"
"I seduced her!" Jag shouted, glaring at Kyp. "But this never happened. We never had this conversation and I didn't see you; you didn't see me either. You're not going to tell anyone about this,"
Kyp shrugged, "Even Jaina, if she comes back? You're going to lie to her about this situation?"
Jag growled, "It never happened. You never saw Celeste come here so you can't prove anything. This never happened." Kyp didn't say anything as Jag turned and shut the door of his apartment.
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Chapter 8, Post 1
By obi's girl
"Are you saying you know where Jaina's body is?" Gavin asked Sera, as she and Kyp stood in his office. He had already ordered a search team to locate her body and bring it home. Now, he had to give them different orders to look in a different place, far beyond the point they were looking at. "How do you know this? Did you have a vision?"
Sera bit her lip, "It's more like a hunch," Gavin rolled his eyes as she continued, "I know you need concrete information Colonel but just listen to what I have to say,"
"Listen to her," Kyp added, "Sera told me about her epiphany on her way over here, and to be honest, I don't think she's that far off."
"Go ahead, Sera," he mused, sitting down.
Sera moved Kyp aside, grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen. "According to reports, five other x-wings had been shot down prior to Jaina's, and the 5th one was shot down about the same time Jaina died. You know you grabbed the wrong body but you didn't really know what direction her x-wing went. Now Jag's claw craft was situated about here," she managed, drawing a circle around a badly drawn claw craft. "He was facing the east, which he assumed was where Jaina was and of course we know that can't be true because we still don't have her body. But what if...what if she was behind him the whole time,"
"Wait, you're saying Jaina's x-wing was positioned behind his claw craft...but how can that be?"
"The fifth unknown x-wing was in front of Jag. It looked exactly like Jaina's but he wasn't able to distinguish clearly if it was hers, and over the COM, you can never tell the direction where the other person is. Jag assumed since the x-wing he was seeing was Jaina because it was surrounded by 5 coral skippers and shot down,"
"But it wasn't," Gavin added, "If she was behind him the whole time, that means her x-wing had to have fallen in the opposite direction, away from the original site."
She smiled, "If you trace her flight path, you'll find her x-wing and her body and this whole mess will be behind us,"
Gavin mirrored her smile, "I'm going to have to promote you Fey`lina if you're right about this,"
"I hope I am...All you need to do is follow her flight path and you'll find her."
His smile suddenly disappeared, "Who was the other pilot then, if it wasn't Jaina?" Sera shrugged and then she looked at Kyp and her eyes widened. "Sera, who was it?"
"Karia Ylena," she whispered.
"Karia Ylena. Yes, I remember her...she and Jaina were twins. Their resemblance was uncanny; I understand why he thought he was holding Jaina in his arms. Except Karia has a tattoo on her right arm; that's the only distinguishable mark between them."
Sera raised her eyebrow, "And no one thought to look for this tattoo?"
He shrugged, "Jag assured Jaina's family it was her and they didn't question him, and Luke clarified it was her before the funeral," Gavin paused, "Look, you two can go. I'll get this information to the head of the search team."
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The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 2
"The Affair"
By obi's girl
"Karia Ylena," Jag mused as he glanced at Celeste. Celeste was shocked to see him after the small interlude between them in her quarters. She was sure she wasn't going to see Jag again for a couple days, when he had the chance to thinks things over. "The body the military found wasn't Jaina's," he said.
Celeste huffed, tapping her pen, "But you talked to her before she died.how could the military have been mistaken?"
Jag shrugged, turning to her, "I met Karia shortly after I joined Twin Suns. She and Jaina joked that Karia was her long lost twin sister. Karia could even imitate Jaina's speech pattern. But I remember she said to me one time, that was different between them was Karia had a tattoo on her arm."
"A small tattoo. I can't believe that's the only distinguishable feature to tell them apart,"
"Force signature and lightsaber," Jag mused as he suddenly grabbed Jaina's lightsaber from his belt. "Karia wasn't a Jedi; she was more of a pilot - so why did she have this?"
Flashback
"Karia," Jaina said, grabbing the extra lightsaber from her belt. If anything happens, I want you to have this."
Karia frowned, flipping her hair aside as she sat on the locker bench. She took the cylinder in her hands and huffed, looking up at Jaina again. "What use will it be? I'm a pilot and the only stick I know how to use is a pilot's stick,"
Jaina smirked, "I know that but this is more for decoy reasons rather than protection. Times are more dangerous now and I can't risk being killed...I know it's a lot to ask but I need you to do this for me. Please Karia, I need you,"
Karia smiled, igniting the lightsaber, "It's the same as yours."
She shrugged, "It has to be."
"I'll do it, Jaina. I'll be your shadow, your face.."
~~
"Karia did her duty to protect Jaina and now, she's dead because Jaina signed her death warrant," Jag mused.
Celeste moved from behind her desk and sat on the edge of the front, "So, the military's looking for her real body now, I presume?"
He turned to her, "They have to. Matters are still complicated."
"Are they?"
Jag looked away, "Celeste, we can't, remember. We decided it would make matters worse if something happened."
She shrugged, "I know that but the kiss you gave me that day in my apartment, haunts me. Don't tell me you've forgotten completely."
"I haven't,"
Celeste smiled, "Jag, I know we're not supposed to cross the line but we've always crossed it, and we both know it."
"And you want to cross the line farther?" he added, "I won't, I refuse to betray Jaina's memory like that."
Celeste huffed, leaned forward and kissed him. Jag pulled away and then pulled her towards him again and kissed her in return. "No, this is wrong..." he mused.
"In the office, it's wrong," she corrected, "Someone maybe watching. I'll go to your place. 9:00."
Jag gulped, "This isn't love, Celeste..."
"It probably isn't, but we owe it to ourselves to find out."
He shrugged, kissing her again and then let go. Jag wiped his mouth and looked away. "Nine o'clock. I'll see you at nine o'clock." He turned to her briefly and left the office.
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The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 3
"No Turning Back"
Celeste huffed, fidgeting as she stood before Jag's quarters. What exactly was she doing there? To prove she didn't feel anything for Jag? She had been second-guessing herself ever since she left her office and searched through her wardrobe for something to wear. This wasn't her normal character --- she didn't usually invite patients to have affairs with her. This was crazy, really crazy but she was already there and she couldn't turn back.
She hesitated, reaching up to the com and pressed her thumb to it. As she waited for Jag to answer, Celeste breathed slowly. This has to be a mistake, a crazy mistake but she couldn't go back. No turning back, she thought. Finally, Jag answered. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Jag moved aside and Celeste walked inside the apartment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do so I cooked dinner first," Jag mused as she turned to the left and was taken aback. He had prepared a beautiful dinner for the two of them; a single white rose sat in the vase. "It's a Celestial Spring Rose; very rare and very hard to find."
"How did you get it then?" she asked.
Jag shrugged, "I asked the computer for all the different types of roses...I wanted this dinner to be special. Finally, I came upon this one and asked if it was available anywhere. It's close to extinction but I asked the computer to replicate one for me," He turned to her and smiled, "You look beautiful."
Celeste blushed, "Thank you...I, Jag, I'm not sure if we should be doing this."
"I thought this was your idea; now, you're second-guessing yourself. It's bad a characteristic for a doctor; psychiatrists are supposed to be firm in their ideas and thoughts. It's a dangerous combination if you're not," he joked.
Celeste smiled and then moved towards the table. Jag gulped, moving his position and pulled out the chair for her. "How am I doing so far?" he whispered into her ear.
"Fine," she murmured and sat down. Jag took his seat on the opposite chair. "So, what we do have to eat?"
Jag raised an eyebrow, removing the lids on both their dishes. "Fried Salmon, curried rice and spied chicken soup...I hope that's not too much,"
"Sounds delicious," she mused, taking her fork and cutting a piece of the salmon. Jag cleared his throat, eating a piece himself. "Shouldn't we talk or something?"
He shrugged, "This isn't a therapy session, Celeste,"
"I know it isn't but this dinner shouldn't be complete silence...I've never liked silence. There's an almost eerie, dead feeling if a room is completely silent."
"Music," he mused and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a soft medley started playing.
She smiled, "You've thought of everything, haven't you? A delicious dinner, exotic rose and beautiful music. Is there anything you've missed?"
"Desert," he paused, smiling, "but I think we'll get to that later in the evening."
~~
Kyp Durron smiled as he turned back to Sera. She smiled at him in return as he walked closer to her and sat beside her on the bed. Kyp raised his hand and lightly touched her cheek. They both had waited for so long for this moment...the constant flirtation and teasing. "You were wonderful today," he whispered, tracing the curves on her jaw.
Sera shrugged, "I've been trained to look for small details like that. As a spy and liaison, I have to look at everything from every angle,"
Kyp leaned forward, smiling mischievously, "You're good at what you do, aren't you, Wildcat?"
She laughed, pushing him away slightly. "Don't tell me you've forgotten who you are, Sera?"
"Those days are finished, Kyp. I'm not like that anymore. Sera 'Wildcat' Fey`lina is dead; I'm just Sera,"
He fidgeted, "Why does it bother you so much? What is it about those days that haunt you?"
She shrugged, "They weren't bad days...I was young, naive and a sly young girl. I thought I could get away with anything, even murder,"
"You murdered someone to get what you want? I don't believe that..."
Sera scowled, turning to him, "Then you don't know me at all, if you think I'm not capable of murder. I have killed people Kyp to get what I wanted and of course, on Tatoonie, if someone turns up dead, it's rarely looked at. Authorities believed it was because of a gambling problem. No real concern,"
"Sera," Kyp started as he moved beside her, "I know who you are and you are not a murderer. I have never known you to hurt anyone. The Sera I do know, is a compassionate, loving and tough but not a murderer.."
"You think you know me, Kyp but you don't. All these years we've been friends, you thought you knew who I was but you never did. None of them did," she whispered as Kyp suddenly kissed her. "You should care, ya know..."
He shrugged, "I probably should care and worry and panic, but I don't care,"
~~
"May I have this dance?" Jag asked Celeste, as he extended his hand to her. Celeste smiled, slipping her hand through his and stood up. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
She shrugged, still smiling, "I guess I am," Celeste sighed, resting her head on his right shoulder. "It still scares me, though. I mean, isn't this a bit impersonal?" she whispered.
Jag laughed, "The dance or that we're this close to each other?"
"The dance - it still feels odd."
"Hope you don't say that again later," Jag countered.
Celeste snaked an arm around his neck and sighed, "I've just never done this before."
Jag pulled back and looked at her incredulously, "Go on a date?"
She smiled, "No, I've been on a date before. What I meant was invite a patient of mine to dinner and desert. It's not something I'd normally do."
"Oh," he mused and stopped dancing. Celeste frowned as he walked away from her and sat down on the bed. "Come here; sit down." Celeste gulped, sitting beside him. Jag smiled, rolling his eyes, "You can sit closer than that, doctor." She huffed, slowly inching closer to him. She didn't move as Jag's hand touched her cheek and slowly slid down her shoulders. Celeste smiled at Jag as she uncomfortably sat next him to on the bed. She had her doubts about this being right or wrong, but looking into Jag's eyes, she wasn't sure anymore.
She gasped again as Jag leaned forward and kissed her. Celeste huffed, pulling away again, "No, this is wrong..." she whispered and stood up from the bed.
"I thought you wanted this..."
Celeste turned to him, "Is this really what we want, Jag?"
He shrugged, "Remember what I said before? I said it's bad a characteristic for a doctor not to know the difference between what is right and wrong...I admit, we don't know if this is right. These feelings between us, it could be just nothing but we ignore this, we'll never know."
Celeste shivered and her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Jag stood up and braced her waist from behind and kissed her neck. "If you hate me in the morning, or if we end up hating each other --- better to get it over with now rather than later," he joked.
She laughed and turned to him, "Does everything always have to be a joke, Jag?"
He shrugged again, "Not always."
They stared at each other again; Celeste smiled, shrugging herself, "I guess this is the only way to find out," she mused as Jag leaned in and kissed her again. As they kissed, Celeste found herself pulling him back to the bed...
tbc
The Funeral
Chapter 8, Post 4
"Choices"
A/N: Finally, this is the last chapter of the funeral. I am soo happy and relieved it's over. Well, not quite. Of course, there's going to be a sequel, and it will be titled "I'd Still Miss You," and starts immediately after the funeral. And yes, Jaina will finally come back to the land of the living, with Cherith!
Enjoy the final chapter & it's shocking conclusion
Celeste bit her lip as she slept beside Jag. What had she done? What had she become? She'd spent the night with her patient; she had dinner with him, danced and she slept with him. Celeste turned over and glanced at Jag. He was still sleeping and as far as she knew, it was still early. Celeste leaned over the bed, grabbing her things and as she sat up, Jag grabbed her wrist.
"Jag please, I have to go. If someone sees me..." Celeste cried.
"It'll be all over the HoloNet,¡" he finished, "Grab your things and get dressed. I'll do the same." Jag slipped from the bed and ran to the fresher.
Celeste turned away, dressing herself but still felt confused. What was going to happen now? She was a doctor, she had a career but now she knew that was all finished. The rules clearly stated she wasn't allowed to have affairs with any of her patients and she broke that rule, willingly. "Um, last night was wonderful. Dinner was lovely," she started.
Jag didn't answer so she continued, "It was memorable - probably the most romantic date I'd ever been on and the end of my career probably,"
Finally, Jag stepped out of the fresher in a clean shirt and pants. They stared at each other again, but it wasn't a lustful stare. He smiled, "You'd better go before the halls get really busy,"
"Yes," she said and fidgeted again, "Look Jag, what happened last night..."
"I felt something," Jag interrupted her and averted his eyes from her face, ¡°But our feelings - they're forbidden, aren't they? And you're not supposed to be here."
Celeste huffed, "I felt something too but we can't discuss that now," she paused and looked at him, "You'll see me today for your appointment. We'll talk then,"
Jag nodded, "Isn't that breaking the rules?"
She smiled, "It probably is but I think we're both in deep trouble already."
Jag leaned down and kissed Celeste, holding her head as he whispered in her ear, "I can't tell you what these feelings are but I think you know already,"
Celeste cleared her throat as he let go, "I should go," Jag didn't say anything as she walked to the door. Jag followed her and pressed his thumb to the pad.
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"I should go," Sera mused as she stared into Kyp's face. "I should go and check with Gavin if something has developed,"
Kyp smiled, leaned down and kissed Sera, "I love you, Sera Fey`lina."
She shrugged, looking at him credulously. Had she finally won him over? After many years of flirting and teasing, had Jedi Master Kyp Durron finally admit he felt something for her instead of hiding? "You love me?"
Kyp looked down and fidgeted, "I think I've always loved you. Last night, just made things a little more clear."
Sera laughed, rolling her eyes,"You just better not think I'm easy and will follow you around like a little bantha. I'm more independent than that, Durron,"
"I don't expect you too," he smiled.
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Both men smiled, not really noticing each other as they exited their apartment and they both looked up and their smiles disappeared. Sera and Celeste looked at each other as well but were less in shock. Sera turned to Kyp first, and kissed his cheek before taking off. Celeste huffed and looked back at Jag, "I'll see you this afternoon for your appointment," she said. Jag nodded speechlessly as Celeste quickly took off.
"You slept with her?" Kyp whispered.
Jag shrugged, turning, "This never happened, Durron,"
Kyp growled, grabbing Jag's shoulder, "You slept with your doctor. Jag, I know you've been having problems but your doctor? Did she come over for a nightcap or something?"
He nodded, looking away, "It wasn't like that. You don't understand,"
"She willingly stopped by and decided she wanted to spend the night with you,"
"I seduced her!" Jag shouted, glaring at Kyp. "But this never happened. We never had this conversation and I didn't see you; you didn't see me either. You're not going to tell anyone about this,"
Kyp shrugged, "Even Jaina, if she comes back? You're going to lie to her about this situation?"
Jag growled, "It never happened. You never saw Celeste come here so you can't prove anything. This never happened." Kyp didn't say anything as Jag turned and shut the door of his apartment.
tbc
