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            This fic was originally posted on theforce.net, where I go by the screenname of SaberBlade.  If you recognize this, don't worry, it isn't plagiarized; I'm simply reposting it here also.

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            General Disclaimer:  Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and the characters belong to their respective authors.  Anything you don't recognize is mine; please respect my muse.  I don't intend any infringement with this fic; it was created because I have an abiding love for Star Wars and a wish to share my interpretation of it with the world.

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            Details:

            Name: Miracle

            Time Frame: Post-NJO

            Pairing: Kyp Durron and Jaina Solo

            Summary: A crash landing leaves Jaina lucky to be alive, but she can't remember the last ten years of her life.  What will this mean for her and the man she was to marry?

            Rating: PG to PG-13.

            Post: Chapter 12 of ?

            Story Status: Work in Progress.

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            As always, reviews are appreciated.

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Gavin leaned back in his seat and waited for Jaina's reaction.

            She settled back in her chair herself, and the expectant look on her face faded into a small frown.  "Why does that vaguely annoy me?" she asked, glancing at the man who sat beside her.

            Kyp Durron didn't look happy either.  "Because we've postponed the wedding three times now," he growled.  "But in this case, I think it's necessary.  Again."

            Sympathizing with Kyp Durron was not something that Gavin had expected to do in his life.  But he couldn't help it: the man might have been trouble for most of his life, but he had probably been through just as much pain as he had caused others.  Adding this to everything wasn't quite fair.

            "I'm not sure if I'm happy with Harrar's suggestion myself," he admitted, "but we don't have many more options.  He's confirmed that there is a splinter group among the Yuuzhan Vong that believe you are a living, breathing affront to their goddess, and he thinks that this would be the best way to keep you safe.  They've tried to kill you once; Harrar suspects they will try again, and for once, I completely agree."

            He leaned forward and folded his hands on his desk.  "You can follow Harrar's suggestion and go to Sekot where you, he assures me, will be safest, or I'll assign you a twenty-four-hour guard here and keep you grounded until we're sure it's safe for you to fly again.  Either way you're a target, and either way you'll be protected.  It's your choice."

            Jaina said nothing, but she again glanced at Durron.  Their eyes met and held for a long moment.  Gavin tried not to shiver; he was sure there was some communication between the two, and while he understood that they might want privacy, he didn't like the- the- he searched for a word- the [i]spookiness[/i] of the whole deal.

            The two Jedi finally broke eye contact; Jaina's brown eyes focused on him.  "Kyp comes with me," she said clearly.

            Gavin felt a smile pulling at his lips.  "I don't think we could stop him," he said.  "Sekot, then?  Are you sure?"

            Jaina nodded.  "Yes, sir."

            "All right."  He glanced at Kyp, who didn't voice any objections, then back to Jaina.  "Who else besides your family knows you've had memory loss?"

            "That I know of, sir, Tekli, Wedge and Iella, and Jagged Fel.  That I know of."

            Gavin frowned.  "I hadn't wanted to lose Fel, but I suppose it's for a good cause.  He'll be accompanying the two of you to Sekot- I want to send someone who knows the truth about you, Sticks," he explained, and her confusion cleared.  "That way you'll have someone else there who can point things out things you've forgotten.  Not that I don't trust you, Master Durron," he added hastily.

            Kyp's smile was tight and somehow feral.  "Two that remember might notice something that one would miss," was all he said, but Gavin nodded, satisfied.  Kyp at least understood that Jag was along as a bodyguard as much as a friend.  The message was relayed; Jaina would be kept safe by two of her closest friends.

            "Good," the general said, and stood.  "Tahiri sent coordinates.  It's an ten-day trip to Csilla, which is where you'll jump from.  You'll be leaving on the freighter Nissia in eight hours; Master Durron, your aid will be required in getting your fighter aboard.  I'll notify Colonel Fel of his new assignment.  Questions?"

            "No, sir, thank you, sir."  Jaina stood, returned his salute just as sharply as she always had, and turned to leave.

            "Jaina," he called after her; she paused and looked back.  "May the Force be with you," he said quietly.

            "Thank you, General," she said, and the first trace he'd seen of a smile graced her face. She stepped out into the hall and Gavin heard Griggs immediately begin to torment her.

            Durron paused in the doorway and, just as Gavin resumed his seat, spoke.  "I'm not going to let anything happen to her."  His eyes were intense and his voice firm.

            "Good," Gavin said, forcing himself to meet the burning eyes evenly.  "She's not out of the sandstorm yet."

            Durron merely nodded, and shut the door behind him- just as Jaina's light laughter, in response to something witty Griggs had said, no doubt, floated through.  The laughter eased Gavin's mind considerably, even as he keyed his comm and spoke with the Nissia's crew.  She had seemed more alive today, more back to the Jaina Solo that he remembered.  She was slowly regaining her feet.

            He only hoped that they wouldn't be cut out from under her by another attack.

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            Jaina hadn't felt optimistic since she had first awakened in the medical center- had it really only been four days ago?  She thought back.  Yes, today would be her fifth day awake.  It seemed odd to think that she had been out of bacta less than a week, that she had just started her fifth day of amnesia.

            So much had happened- changed- within such a short amount of time.

            "I should see Tekli before we leave," she said aloud.

            Kyp, walking beside her, nodded.  "That's a good idea.  We'll see her after I put Stubborn away."

            "No," she decided.  "I'll see her while you're putting Stubborn away."  And at his look, "I'm perfectly able to hire a hovercar to take me to the medical wing."

            "I don't like the idea of you going off on your own."

            She rolled her eyes.  "You people tell me I'm twenty-six, then treat me like I'm ten.  Make up your minds."

            As she'd hope, Kyp laughed.  She enjoyed the sound, just as she enjoyed the arm he slung around her shoulders as they entered their building.  "I remember you when you were ten.  I think I like you better at twenty-six."

            She made a face up at him.

            "Although, come to think of it, at ten you had a bit more respect for your elders."

            At that, she giggled.  "Should I find you a cane, old one?" she teased as they stepped into the lift.

            The lift doors shut and her mirth died as his mouth came down, hard and hungry, on hers.  Kyp released her as the doors swooshed open onto their floor.  "I don't think I'm senile quite yet," he informed her.

            "No," she agreed shakily.  "Not quite yet."  Her hand touched her mouth unconsciously, and the Twi'lek who had been waiting for the lift tittered.

            "Still arguing," he said, tossing one lekku over his shoulder.  "I suppose now you'll tell me that you fight only so you can make up afterwards."

            Kyp's grin was unrepentant.  "It makes life interesting," he called over his shoulder.  The lift doors slid shut on the Twi'lek's chuckle.

            "Who was that?" Jaina asked as they made their way down the hall.

            "Merrig," Kyp said, and pointed to his door.  "He's a chef at the Golden Star.  That's where we usually meet up when we're too tired to cook."  He entered the code, then paused.  "I should have made you try to get the code."

            Jaina shook her head.  "Probably wouldn't have worked when I thought about it."

            "True enough."  And he bent and kissed her again, this time gently.  When he pulled away, he looked down at her for a long minute, then said simply, "Thank you."

            At that moment, it was easy to see why she had loved him; even easier to know that she still loved him.  "I love you," she told him softly, and was gratified to see his green eyes darken and his sharp features soften a bit with pleasure.  He didn't kiss her again, but rather pulled her tight against him.  Jaina gave a little sigh of happiness and shut her eyes. 

            "You're never getting rid of me, you know," he said after a minute.

            A rush of warmth and gladness, centered somewhere around her heart, began to spread.  Jaina's smile grew- "You've said that before, haven't you?" she asked, suddenly as sure of that as of anything else she knew.  "I know you've said that before, when we were standing like this."

            "Yeah," Kyp said, and his voice seemed a bit hoarse.  "I have."

            The memory hung so close before her she felt that one little breath of wind could have blown it into her mind.  "You've said that lots of times," she managed, concentrating on the little niggling bits of knowledge that taunted her with their nearness.

            "Yeah," Kyp confirmed, and now she was sure that his voice was tight. 

            She sought after the shimmering memory with all her strength, but as suddenly as it had sparkled to life, it faded away into nothing.  Tears stung the backs of her eyes, and she tried to blink them away.  "It's gone," she said, defeated.  "It was there- I was so close to it-"

            "Sh," Kyp soothed her, hands rubbing circles on her back as she fought to hide her tears.  After a pause, when she had lost that hitch in her breathing, he said, "I'd tell you that probably once a day.  Whenever I went off somewhere without you, I'd tell you that before I'd leave.  And sometimes whenever I couldn't believe you were here with me and had agreed to marry me, I'd say that."

            It wasn't quite the same, him telling her why she felt the words were important.  It wasn't the same as remembering why they meant something to her on her own.  But still, "Is it a promise?" she asked quietly.

            His hands stilled on her back.  "It's a promise," he said.  "You're never getting rid of me."

            She tried to recapture the joy, the carefree happiness, the optimism.  Dizzying relief swept through her.  "Good," she said, and relaxed against him before she realized she had been tense. 

            Kyp's arms tightened slightly, and then she felt his lips press against her hair.  They stood together for a long moment, content to simply hold each other.  The feel of Kyp pressed against her, of having his arms around her and her hands locked around his waist- it was both terrifyingly new and comfortingly familiar.  That was how everything about him seemed, really, Jaina realized.  Everything was happening for the first time, since she couldn't remember ever having done any of this before, and yet her body and parts of her mind recalled just enough for her to be sure that there were no real firsts occurring. 

            She'd go mad trying to understand it all, so she simply turned off that part of her frantically working mind and enjoyed the experience of being held, of human contact.

            She didn't know how long they had simply stood just inside their door- thankfully it was shut, otherwise their neighbors would most likely think them both crazy- but eventually, both loosened their grips.  It had probably been several minutes longer than she had thought, Jaina guessed, remembering earlier that morning and desperately trying not to blush.  That had taken up a bit more time than she had thought possible to be spent simply kissing.

            Kyp must have noticed her pink cheeks, because while his smile was simple, his eyes danced with wicked delight.  He tapped a finger against her cheek.  "Maybe again later, Goddess," he said, and she felt her face heat even more.  "But right now I've got to get my things together."

            "I'll wait," she said, following him into their room.

            "You could make the bed," he offered.  Just as she opened her mouth to agree, his eyes gleamed.  "It's only fair, since you were the one who decided we should sleep together last night."

            Her mouth snapped shut and she wondered if it was possible for her to flush any redder.  Apparently so, for Kyp laughed, pulled her back into his arms, and told her, "It hasn't been this easy to make you blush in years."

            "You're enjoying this entirely too much," she protested.

            "Of course I am," he agreed instantly, and chuckled.  He leaned forward, kissed her cheek and trailed his lips up to her ear, where he murmured, "Because I know just how far down the blush goes."  And his hand paused just above her stomach.

            She stared at him in shock, felt her the heat in her cheeks rise to a scorching level, and did her best to swallow.

            He only laughed again and brushed a light kiss against her lips.  "This is going to be fun," he murmured.

            Jaina found her voice at last.  "Fun?" she repeated incredulously, ordering her heart to slow down to a reasonable rate and largely failing.  "What's going to be fun?"

            Kyp simply grinned down at her, smile wicked and eyes positively gleaming with a light that made her want to shiver and back away- or step closer.

            "Yeah," he said, and he sounded content.  "Lots of fun."