Lyrics:  Linger by the Cranberries

If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.
I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.

Kyp Durron walked down the hallways of the base, his mind absently flicking over his earlier conversation with Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker. No, Masters Skywalker, he didn't want anything more than to be Jaina's friend. No, Masters Skywalker, he didn't harbor any ill will towards Jag for making Jaina happy. Well...maybe he did... But in all truth, he knew it was meant to be. He knew that Jaina and Jag were meant to be together just the same way Tatooine was meant to be with it's twin suns.

He keyed the entrance to his room and, as he walked past it, let his Jedi robe drape across the back of the couch in the living section of the appartment. The door connecting to Jaina's room was across from it, and Kyp leaned back against the couch, staring at it blankly for a minute.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

Jaina sat contentedly in the circle of Jag's arms, her head rested on his chest. Her hands were resting absently in her lap as she struggled to think of something else to say. Deciding she couldn't think of anything else really worth voicing, Jaina just closed her eyes and gave a contented sigh. She opened herself to the Force, intent on falling back into it only to find another hindrance very close at hand. Kyp had just entered his room and was now standing across from the door that connected their two appartments, apparently staring at it. Tentatively she brushed his presence with the Force, unsure as to what he was thinking.

She received a similar brush in reply, one that was filled with contentment and confidence. Jaina, contented with it, instead lifted her head to look at Jag's face once more. His lips were turned up in a distinct yet subtle smile, one that caused her to give the crooked Solo grin in return. A moment later, she felt the brush of his lips against her forehead. Jaina pulled away slightly, only to turn her face up and kiss him on the lips.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

Though he longed to show his true feelings toward her, Kyp sent back only a brush equal of what she'd sent him. Through their Force bond, he knew that Jaina was sitting contentedly with Jag. Before any of his emotions rose past his control, Kyp brushed Jaina's Force presence once more before cutting off their bond, afraid that if he left it open any longer he wouldn't be able to keep from letting her know how he truly felt about her being with Jag. Not that it was his duty to want to kill the pilot; no, that was Han's job. He just wished that Jaina would, instead of going to Jag, come to him for the attention Jag was giving her at present. But that would never happen. She deserved the happiness Jag gave her. He knew that in his head and even in a part of his heart. It just was up to what already believed that to convert the rest of him into accepting it.

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.

Jaina hardly noticed Kyp's presence as it was cut off in their bond, so absorbed as she was. Jag's kisses were now roaming across her jaw before turning to run down her neck. Content was an understatement of her feelings at this moment, that was for sure. After letting Jag go to his own devices for a few minutes, she put her fingers under his chin to lift it so that she could see in his eyes once more. Seconds later her mouth was once again claimed by the dark-haired, green-eyed man she was sitting in the lap of.

If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

His fingers curled into a fist as he struggled once again to keep his emotions in check. He was distinctly aware that if he even wanted that to happen he would have to leave his apartment. So Kyp grabbed the brown robe from where it was draped, put it on over his tunics and then left the room will speed only a Jedi could posses.

Not quite knowing where his feet were taking him, but no really caring, he found he was on his way to the recreational area of the building complex. Well, buildings plural. As he entered the room, he caught sight of Mara Jade Skywalker entering through another door. Smiling slightly, Kyp walked over to her.

"Up to sparring?" He asked the other master tentatively.

The redhead looked him over, her green eyes critical. At last the former Emperor's Hand nodded, a smile crossing her features. "Certainly, Master Durron. Someone needs to keep you on your toes."

And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?