Lyrics:  Angels Would Fall by Melissa Etheridge

The rope that's wrapped around me
Is cutting through my skin
And the doubts that have surrounded me
Are finding their way in

Kyp dodged the lightsaber as it arched towards him. The blade that had just missed him halted and drove down in a harsh new downsweep instead. He barely had time to block the icey blue-white lightsaber with his own violet one before it was moving again. The dance of lightsabers went on for a good fifteen more minutes before Kyp's lightsaber was wrenched from his grasp. Even as he called it back to him through the Force, Mara had her lightsaber humming at his throat. With a grin he stepped back and saluted her before returning his deactivated lightsaber to his belt. Try as he might, he could not get the thought out of his head that he had failed yet again today. But he hadn't really failed, had he?

I keep it close to me
Like a holy man prays
In my desperate hour
It's better that way

A heavily-contented sigh slipped past Jaina's lips as Jag pulled away from her. She hadn't even noticed the time go by, not that it had been more than a half hour. Jag was looking down at her, a grin dancing in his eyes. The smile that already seemed permanently attached to her face when he was around broadened. She put her head on his shoulder, a finger absently tracing the contours of his chest through the dark gray shirt he wore. Fingers under her chin caused her to look up from watching her hand go around it's uncharted path. The fingers were soon gone from her chin only to be replaced with a firm kiss on her lips.

So I'll come by and see you again
I'll be such a very good friend
Have mercy on my soul
I will never let you know
Where my mind has been

Realizing he wasn't listening to Mara's 'post-battle' remarks, Kyp quickly tuned in to her last words and nodded.

"Well, I've worked past beyond what I wanted to already. See you in the mess later, Durron."

As Mara left, Kyp heaved a sigh and toweled his forehead. He could definitely use a good long shower now. Again using the Force, Kyp called his brown robe to him. Had he known he would be drifting to the gym, he wouldn't have even brought it. It was on that thread that his mind returned to the issue of Jaina and Jag. No doubt they would still be in her quarters when he got back. Well, his sparring with Mara had certainly recentered his focus for the half hour it had gone on, but it had by no means cleared his thoughts. Now that he had no where else to concentrate, he couldn't stop his mind from it's imaginings of he himself with Jaina rather than her with Jag.

Angels never came down
There's no one here they want to hang around
But if they knew

He watched Jaina silently as she went to the kitchenette. She came back after a minute to hand him a glass, which he accepted with a nod of thanks. Jag took a sip of the water absently as his eyes tracked Jaina returning to the kitchenette to put her glass on the counter. As she returned once more, she stopped by the window, her gaze caught by something outside. Jag set his glass down on the low coffee table in front of him and stood up to walk over. Jaina had her back to him as she watched whatever it was she was watching. He slipped his arms around her waist, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"What's so amazing?"

He could almost feel the smile on Jaina's face. "Nothing; just look at the sunset. It never seems to be the same on this planet. Even with the buildings obstructing it, it's beautiful."

If they knew you at all
Then one by one the angels
Angels would fall

A slight pang of shock traced across his mind at the thought that she might take into account something so small as the difference in the daily sunset. However, that shouldn't have been a surprise to him, considering she was Jaina Solo.

"Really...I bet I know something that's even more so," Jag replied after a minute.

He moved his chin from her head just as she turned around in his arms. On finger calmly prodded him in the chest as her brandy gaze fixed on him.

"Oh really," she challenged.

Jag nodded. "I've told you many times that your as beautiful as an angel from one of the moons of Iego." Before Jaina could give him her usual 'that's a figment of a pilot's imagination' answer, he kissed her.

I've crept into your temple
I have slept upon your pew
I've dreamed of the divinity
Inside and out of you

Kyp returned to his quarters a few minutes later, quite aware that his suspicions of Jag still being with Jaina would be correct. The sun was beginning to set now. With a jolt he realized that the day had gone by quicker than he had imagined. Not that that was a bad thing. It only marked that it was one more day he had gone on living with the fact that Jaina and Jag were meant for each other hanging over his shoulders.

The Jedi master hardly noticed the door to Jaina's joint quarters that he passed as he made his way to the 'fresher. At least he tried not to. His only hope was that Jag would not be staying the night next door, or that if the two of them went on with their time together they would move to Jag's quarters. If they didn't move elsewhere, as Kyp doubted they would, he would have a very hard time falling asleep, merely at the thought.

I want it more than truth
I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little death

Jaina grinned up at Jag through the dim lighting in the room. Though it was nearly black outside now and there wasn't much to be said in more detail to her room, she could make out the emerald color of his eyes perfectly. One could drown in those eyes, it wouldn't be a hard task. Calmly, she extricated herself from his grip and walked back towards the couch they had been sitting at earlier to reclaim her seat. Jag followed her, sitting down next to her. Jaina smiled slightly as she was pulled into his lap once more, not bothering to put up the least bit of a struggle. Why bother? It was much more fun to give in, at least in this case.

So I'll come by and see you again
I'll be just a very good friend
I will not look upon your face
I will not touch upon your grace
Your ecclesiastic skin

A part of his mind scolded him. Why didn't you tell Han in the first place that Jagged Fel was going out with his daughter, eh genius? It only took a minute before the other part of his mind jumped in. Great, now he was loosing it. He was definitely going crazy. Perhaps because that wouldn't be fair to Jaina? Maybe she is going out with that Fel kid...it doesn't mean that just because you can't be happy she has to suffer. She wouldn't be happy without him and come on, think about it...you're nearly twenty years older than her!

Before his thoughts took on any more of a conversation, Kyp shut the voices up. His hair still wet from his shower, the master went to sit in the open floor space in front of his couch. Deciding he had nothing better to do than meditate before he retired, Kyp sat down cross-legged and did just that.

I'll come by and see you again
I'll have to be a very good friend
If I whisper they will know
I'll just turn around and go
You will never know my sin