Lyrics:  Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette

I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it

Jag stared at Jaina incredulously, not wishing to believe what he was hearing.  Of all things, how could she doubt him on this?  Just because he'd received a message from Csillia requiring him to report back.  Sure, they'd both known it was coming and it most definitely wasn't any less of a shock and disappointment to him as it was to her, he just tried not to display his sadness and annoyance.  Jaina, on the other hand, was on something like a warpath.  It surprised him more than anything did merely because he'd thought that she would do exactly that: flip.  But that had been an idle thought, not something he'd thought he would have to go through.

You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was

With a sigh at his stupidity, he watched Jaina's retreating frame before the door slid shut.  This say was definitely not going well.  First news from Csillia.  That would most likely mean he was being reassigned...or worse.  But that fact Jaina was taking it horribly was only making the situation worse.  Deciding he couldn't just let them part on a bad note, Jag sighed again and exited after her.  It was at times like these that Jag wished he had the Force.  It would've been much easier to locate Jaina if he did.  There was probably no point in dialing up her comm; she'd have turned it off.

You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

Forty-five minutes later, Jag found Jaina sitting in her room.  He knew that it probably wouldn't be the smartest thing he'd ever done, but he walked over and sat across from her, gaze level on hers.  Jaina's eyes were red-rimmed, startling Jag slightly.  He hadn't expected her to cry after she'd left.

"Jaina?" he asked tentatively.

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service

She watched him for a few minutes and it took all Jag's control to keep from squirming under her teary gaze.  He saw her close her eyes once more and he wondered if he'd even be getting a response.  Deciding to chance thinking he wouldn't, he went on.

"Look, Jaina, I'm not going to just up and disappear into the Unknown Regions," he began.

You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

He knew there would be disbelief on her face, but he plowed on anyway.  "I'm not about to give you up.  I...Jaina, I love you and I'm not going to give up something like that.  Just because I've got to go back to Csillia doesn't mean that I won't return, even if I have to denounce my oath to the Chiss."

Jag paused again, looking at Jaina's face cautiously only to find her watching him.  Tears were brimming again along her lower eyelids, threatening to overflow.  Jag offered an uncharacteristic smile, hoping she might say something.  He received no response, only her fixed attention.  Deciding that was as good as he was going to get for the moment, Jag concluded to go on.

You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience

"Look, Jaina, this is as blunt as I care to put it.  You have my heart and if you're sad, it's going to make me the same way.  I only care about you being happy at this point.  I don't feel like adding more sorrow to your life."

Somehow, Jag thought, that got through.  Jaina's chin rose carefully from her knees.  Her arms relaxed around her legs, having been before clutching them to her chest as she sat in a human ball.  She looked at him for a few seconds before closing her eyes again, pushing the tears in her eyes to running down her face.

You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long

Cursing himself for his stupidity as he stood, Jag quickly took a seat next to Jaina on the couch, pulling her to him.  She didn't protest, rather released her legs to wrap her arms around him.  She didn't say a word, never gave any soft of muffled cry, and the only way Jag knew she was crying was that where her face was buried in his shoulder, his jumpsuit was becoming wet with the tears.  Having no choice but to let her cry until she was ready to stop, Jag merely threaded her hair between his fingers, brushing it down her back silently.

I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now

Some degree of time later, Jag was still sitting on the couch in Jaina's quarters, Jaina herself asleep with her arms wrapped loosely around his left arm, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.  Jag's fingers were linked together to hold her, though they weren't needed to keep her in his lap, and he merely watched the sleeping angel.  His angel.  Maybe the fables of angels from the moons of Iego were just that:  stories told by pilots.  But maybe there was some truth to them.  The angel didn't necessarily need to come from a moon of Iego, did she?  Couldn't she be found within your command structure, portraying an all-powerful Yuuzhan Vong Trickster Goddess?  Somehow, Jag thought they could.

You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault