Jag couldn't think of anything that was as boring as what he was doing.

Sitting at the holo board across from Jacen Solo, after having lost and won MANY games already, he sighed as he geared up for another one. Jacen pressed the button to configure that characters again, and Jag could tell he wasn't too happy about this either. The only problem was that neither of them could think of anything else to do…

"Jag?"

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Jacen's penetrating voice. Quickly composing himself, Jag looked up into the younger man's eyes.

Jacen smiled. "You were pretty good with that lightsaber back there." Jag got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. "You want to practice some more?" Jacen crowned his offer with an award-winning smile. Jag pursed his lips in thought, and then shook his head.

"I like my head where it is thank you…" Jag covered his smile with one hand and he saw that Jacen didn't bother to hide his.

"Oh come on Jag," Jacen chided. "You're not scared of a little kid beating you are you?"

Jag's forehead furrowed. Technically, Jacen and Jaina were only 2 years younger than him, but Jacen made it sound as if Jag was afraid to spar with a 10 year old. The truth was, Jag was positively frightened at the prospect of fighting Jacen Solo, but was too prideful to admit it. Trying to hide his fear, Jag forced on a grin and stood up, motioning for Jacen to follow.



Jag calmed his racing heart as he managed once more to block a blow that Jacen threw his way. He wasn't sure if Jacen wasn't using the force or not, but Jag could feel that the younger man was holding back all his skill. Jag had seen him against the Vong. Jag knew what the young Solo was capable of.

"I was going to tell you," Jacen started saying as he threw a few quick slashes at jag, which, thankfully, jag was able to block quite easily.

"Yes?" Jag said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his concentration.

"Nice move with that guy outside the Falcon…" Jacen jumped up in the air, avoiding Jag's swipe at his feet.

Jag grinned. "I almost forgot about that. I was too worried about Jaina at the time…"

Jacen nodded. "I noticed. Who was he anyway?"

Keeping his face passive, Jag jabbed down with Jaina's purple lightsaber, trying to get under Jacen's defenses, but of course it was parried.

"Oh he was just a smuggler that Jaina and I met up with…" Jag said recalling the memory. Jacen once again dodged a carefully planned move, bringing Jag's hopes down.

"He was the one who turned us over the Vong."

That got to Jacen. He stumbled for a second and barely managed to block Jag's next move, then Jacen flicked off his saber, Jag following suit.

"That was the guy who turned you over!!??" Jacen practically screamed. "And you only punched him twice?"

Jag tried to smooth over the situation. "Jacen, Jaina had third degree burns all over. It wasn't exactly the time to get revenge…"

Jacen put on an angry face, but it wasn't directed towards Jag.

"I should have kicked him harder…" Jag heard him growl.

Chuckling, Jag sat back on one of the seats, finally realizing how tired he was. His eyes drifted shut for a moment. When they opened, he saw that Jacen was staring at him with a grin on his face.

"What?" Jag asked.

"Tired Fel?" Jacen chuckled. "I guess we could take a break if you wanted too…" his voice trailed off and Jag put on a mask of passiveness.

"Just getting refreshed," he said quickly, standing up and biting back his fatigue. Jag and Jacen both flicked on their sabers before they began sparing again.



Han Solo stood outside the doorway to the quarters where his daughter was lying in a Jedi healing trance. Gulping down his fear, he pushed open the door and went inside.

She was lying peacefully on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently. Han closed the door behind him, blocking out almost all the light except for the small nightlight plugged into the wall on the far side of the room.

Quietly, he walked over to her slumbering form and sat down near her feet. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes, noticing the frail condition her body was in. His hand jerked back and he felt a stab of fear shoot through him knowing he had almost lost his baby girl.
Jacen had assured his father that Jaina was going to be just fine, but Han still had the duty to be a worried father. He had just gotten off the com with Leia and explained the situation. He estimated that they would get there by midday tomorrow. Jacen said that Jaina would be in the trance for anther three days at least.

Some faint starlight fell across Jaina's face, illuminating the scars and bruises that, Han was relieved, looked like they were healing.

He knelt beside the bed, giving her forehead a small kiss and holding her hand.

"I love you princess…"