Come Clean by Hilary Duff
Let's go back
Back to the beginning
Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned
It was slightly surprising to Kyp when he woke up to find that a storm was going on outside. It wasn't exactly snow or sleet, and not exactly rain either. He was so transfixed by the movement of the mixture that he must've stayed staring at it for over half an hour. Only the movement from the rest of the house caused him to realize it might be a good idea to get moving and out of the room.
Through the connection he always had with Jaina, Kyp found that she was already awake and down in the kitchen. Jag was, as usual, already with her. The elder Fels were also in the kitchen, yet they weren't sitting down.
'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle
Was no life
I defy
Deciding that, even though it wasn't perfect weather outdoors, he didn't want to stay in the house all day, Kyp got dressed in casual clothes and made his way down to the kitchen. Kyp paused once in the hallway to look at a holoimage on the wall. In the holo, there were seven people, the most easy to recognize being Baron and Baroness Fel, and Jag. The other four all shared features with the people Kyp recognized. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be Jag's family.
He said nothing about the holo when he entered the kitchen, merely offered morning greetings and took a bite of the bagel offered to him. The rest of the conversation seemed to drift away from his line of thought, and he found himself staring into the rain or snow- whichever it was- and becoming lost in thought. Kyp was brought back to the room by Jaina's voice.
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
"Kyp? Kyp, you okay?"
Slightly startled, he looked over at her concerned face, and a slight part of him twinged. He couldn't keep these feelings for her, it wouldn't be right. It was just... It was just that he knew that he'd always love her, even if she were married to Jag.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I was just thinking," he said quickly. "What did you say?"
I'm shedding
Shedding every color
Trying to find a pigment of truth
Beneath my skin
Jaina, looking slightly exasperated now that he was proven fine, shook her head. "Never mind. It doesn't much matter anyway." She grumbled something else under her breath, something Kyp didn't catch, but whatever it was, it made Baron Fel laugh for the first time during their entire visit.
"Well, I suppose I was wrong for judging you'd have a less-diverse vocabulary than your father," he said, still chuckling slightly. Jaina's frown turned upwards and she couldn't help grinning.
"It's just the weird Solo sense of humor."
'Cause different
Doesn't feel so different
And going out is better
Then always staying in
Feel the wind
Kyp had no clue what to do around the house. Jaina had asked him to come along, but he still couldn't fathom why. There really was no purpose to him being there, if not to spar or argue with. Yet Jag was good enough for those purposes if she really wanted to do either.
However, he didn't have much a choice anymore. He'd obviously boarded the Jade Shadow of his own free will, yet he hadn't bothered to stop and think about what he was actually going to do once on Csilia. Perhaps he'd thought something good might come out of it, he didn't know. Or perhaps it had been subtle guidance from the Force.
The thoughts were driven from his head as Kyp saw a speeder pull into the drive. Turning in his chair, he called over his shoulder to whoever might hear him. "Looks like the rest of the family's arrived."
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
Syal Fel was the first to make it to the foyer. She opened the door and was at once met by the sight of what Kyp thought to be a mirror image. The girl had long blonde hair and was just about Syal's height, face chiseled with the same killer smile.
"Wyn!" Kyp watched the holostar wrap her daughter in a hug, aware that Soontir Fel had also turned up at some space in time. A darker-haired girl appeared behind 'Wyn', and Syal's face seemed to shine with a new light. "Oh, Cem, you're back!"
I'm coming clean
Let the rain fall
Let the rain fall
I'm coming...
It was a strange thing to be watching, Kyp thought. He'd never really experienced anything like that, but wouldn't exactly say it was something he was envious of. The two Fel girls entered, sopping wet, but still smiling. Jag and Jaina, both dressed- for once- in casual clothes, appeared seconds later, the former's face held in a smile at the sight of his sisters.
The darker one, Cem, noticed the pair first and was quick to run over and hug her brother, then study Jaina. "So who's this, big brother?"
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
It was interesting, Kyp admitted, to watch the goings on without taking part in them. Syal and Wynssa were already lost in what appeared to be a talk about how your technical crews were the most important thing when you went on stage, and how you should always love them and respect them. Apparently the girl had taken after her mother in what she wanted to do for a living.
Yet it was Cem that Kyp's mind wandered to as the day wore on. The Fel girls and had all gone off, dragging Jaina along, to see if they could alter her tastes to that of Csilian likenesses. Kyp had the strangest suspicion that they would be extremely unsuccessful. That had left Kyp talking with Baron Fel over Starfighter Command and the shadow bombs, but then Kyp had decided to walk through Syal's hothouse garden. It was a truly beautiful place, yet Kyp still found himself thinking back to Cem Fel. What was his problem, any way? She was Jaina's age, yet he also loved Jaina...
Force, his life was confusing.
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Back to the beginning