Jenous led Jag and Jaina through a maze of dark ally's and collapsed building. As they traveled, Jenous filled them in on what had happened since Jacen Solo's escape.

"Yah, all us folks down here knew about him. Poor kid. Squished his brain from the very start, trying to make him into one of them. But he was a fighter he was…gave us a whole lot of time before he escaped, he did. We owe him a lot." Jaina nodded her head, as if confirming to herself that that was what Jacen had related back to her after his escape.

"So then the world brain has been giving them problems right?"

"As far as we can tell. All we go off of is how they act when they scout around for us. And lately, they haven't been coming around much. As far as we know, they're still stationed on the other side of the planet. We were surprised to see ones take down your ship though. They haven't been coming this close to us since your brother landed here."

"How do you know so much about Jacen?" Jaina queried.

"Oh he was a trooper that one. When he first come to the planet, they made him wander for days and days, trying to figure out how to turn him I guess. His only companion was that alien who traveled with him. They were both kind enough when we actually spotted them. After a few reports from other camps around here, the story spread that Jacen Solo was coming to save us." Jenous shrugged. "I guess he did all that he could do."

The conversation died down and soon enough, the group came to a large building, still intact with symbols and demon figures painted all along it. Jaina gasped at the site of them. As they stepped inside, Jag leaned over to Jaina.

"Signs of evil to the Vong," he whispered in her ear. "They keep them far away." Jaina nodded as she understood. This was probably the safest place for them at the moment…

Jag dropped his small pack on the ground and surveyed the room that Jenous had given them. The walls were all covered in types of undergrowth and weeds. There were two bed in the room, both stacked with a few moldy sheets and blankets, compliments of a smuggler named Fera.  It was cramped, about the size of Jag's one person quarters on the Rebel Dream. Well, it's not home…Jag thought grimy as he saw Jain walk up to one of the beds, testing it's firmness. She laughed. Mimicking knocking on a door she knocked on the bed.

"Hard as rock," she commented.

"Hey at least there are blankets." Jag sat down on the bed, not even caring about it's stiffness. They both lay on their beds in silence for a few minutes. The building was very quite. It was during the night shift of Courasaunt and most everyone was asleep except for those who were on guard duty. Jag wondered if Jaina was asleep. He desperately wanted to talk to her. The thoughts that he was having after their last conversation replayed in his mind…Friends? How do you do that?

"Jag?" Jain whispered towards him. Okay, so she's not asleep.

"Uhuh…" he mumbled back.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"How we're gonna get out of here," he lied.

"Jag?"

"Uhuh?"

"How stupid do you think I am?"

Jag did a double take and he sat up in his bed. Looking towards her he saw that she was staring at him. He realized his mistake. Running his hands through his hair he took a deep breath.

"You."

"What?"

"I was thinking about you. About you and me…me and you…romance stuff." He gave her a side smile and lay down on his side, facing her. She was still staring at him.

"And what about us?" She raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Oh give it up Jaina! You know as well as I do!"

"Do I?" She asked as she got up and walked towards him. She knelt on the floor in front of him and rested her chin near his face.

"Yes you do," Jag wouldn't let her get out of it.

"Of course I know. I am a Jedi." Jag looked appraisingly at her and wondered where she was going with this. "I just want to hear it from you." She smiled.

Jag sat up again and continued to look into her eyes. "Why do I have to say it if we both know what it is?"

"Because you're the boy and you have to bring up bad steps in a relationship," she stood up and sat on the bed next to him. "A girl is supposed to lean on your shoulder and cry." She grabbed his arm and put it around herself, snuggling into his embrace. Jag didn't quite know how to reply. He felt a drop of liquid splash onto the hand that Jaina was holding around her. He looked over to her and saw the tears in her eyes.

"Oh Jaina…baby, don't cry…" He gripped her hard and brought his other arm around to enfold her in a hug. She sobbed into his uniform.

"Where did we go wrong Jag?" She asked between tears. "Why didn't it work?"

Jag stroked her hair but gave no reply. After her crying died down he kissed the top of her head and pulled her a ways away so they could look at each other.

"Here's the problem Jaina. I know you as Jaina Solo, not Jaina, not Sticks. And you know me as Jagged Fel, not Jag, not Colonel Fel. We skipped from this stated of total hatred to a state of…" jag didn't know the right word to say. Where they really lovers? If he didn't even know her middle name or who her first crush was? Jaina filled in the blank.

"Love?" She seemed hopeful that that was the word that he wanted. Neither of them had said the word before, at least not to each other's face. But it did feel very right. He smiled at her and her tension faded away as she realized the same thing that he had.

"Friends…" he said finally. "How are we gonna do that?"

"Here, I'll start," she said firmly. She pulled her legs up on the bed and sat Indian style in front of him. He mimicked her position and waited for her to proceed.

"I was born on Courasaunt, first. Remember first because Jacen likes to tell everyone that he was first and not me…"