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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 13 of ?

            Story Status: Work in Progress.

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            As always, reviews are appreciated.

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"I don't like the idea," Leia said, watching her daughter stuff clothing into her two bags.

            "Why not?" Jaina asked, looking up from rolling up a shirt that really should have folded.

            Leia sighed, stepped forward, and took the ball of fabric from Jaina.  Shaking it out and folding it neatly, she tried to put her worry into words.  "There's a splinter group of Yuuzhan Vong targeting you, and they're sending you to their planet.  That's a bit backwards to me."  She went to lay the shirt in the bag, saw the haphazardly packed clothing already stuffed in the bag, and put the shirt on the bed instead.  "It doesn't seem like a step in the right direction."

            Jaina's grin was brief and absentminded.  "No, it doesn't, does it?  But it felt like the best choice to me."  She was collecting the few toiletries she'd left scattered on her desk.  Unlike her clothing, those she packed with expert precision into a smaller stiff bag.  She looked up as she snapped the bag shut, and stared at it with a surprised expression on her face.  "How did I manage to fit everything in?" she wondered.

            Leia sighed again.  "You're a pilot, Jaina, and you pack like one.  And you're ignoring me."

            Jaina heaved a sigh and moved back to the bed.  She set the stiff bag down, then looked up at her mother.  "Not ignoring, precisely.  Just sort of, um, filtering."  She looked at the shirts that Leia had unpacked, not lying neatly stacked on her bed.  "You didn't have to do that."

            "You pack like your father.  I'm used to it," Leia said.  "Jaina, I really am not sure that this is the best thing for you to do.  Not with your memory gone."

            Leia's daughter sat still for a few heartbeats, giving Leia a chance to study her more closely.  She had been bright and cheerful when she and Kyp had arrived, and as such, hard to pin down.  Now that she was finally motionless, Leia could see that her daughter was no longer so pensive, so concerned, so desperately trying to find out what was going on and what she had missed.  She was settling down; the darkness beneath her eyes had shrunk, and she looked nearly rested for the first time in days. 

            As Jaina hadn't slept in her room last night, Leia was hard pressed not to ask just why she'd been over at Kyp's so early in the morning.  If she'd been the one to talk to Jaina when she'd commed, Leia had no doubt she would have asked.  But no, Jacen had merely relayed the message and not asked any of the questions Leia would have.

            "Mom," Jaina began, and looked up at her, deep brown eyes contrasting sharply with creamy skin- skin which, Leia was pleased to note, held a hint of color once more.  "When we were kids, you used to tell us to trust our feelings.  Do you still think we should?"

            Though she had a feeling she wouldn't like the reasoning behind Jaina's logic, Leia agreed.

            "When General Darklighter told me that I could go to Sekot, it just seemed like something was telling me to go there."  She shrugged.  "Jedi instinct, gut feeling, one of Dad's hunches, whatever- my first impression was that I should go.  I've been relying on first impressions and gut feelings a lot these past few days, and they haven't hurt me yet.  I think I should go."

            Leia took a breath, reminded herself that her little girl wasn't a little girl anymore, and let it out.  "All right.  I just don't like the idea of you being all by yourself just yet."

            "Kyp and Jag will be with me," Jaina pointed out.

            "Neither of which are related to you."

            Jaina raised one eyebrow.  "Kyp's close enough."

            Leia promised herself she wouldn't ask about Kyp.  It was none of her business how the two of them were working things out- she just hoped that things turned out well.  "He'll take care of you."  She had no doubts about that much, at least.

            "Yeah."  Jaina sounded a little too pleased with herself on that count, and so Leia was quick to continue the conversation.

            "So you and Jag had a nice day yesterday?"

            "Mmhm," Jaina agreed, and she began to place her neatly-folded clothing back into the bag.  "I understand why we're friends."

            Leia was curious, and asked, "What was your first impression of him?"

            Jaina paused, considering, and finally said, "Loyal.  Honorable.  And very polite.  He needs to unbend a bit more, but he's brave and trustworthy."  She paused again.  "I felt like I could talk to him about anything, and that he'd do his best to look out for me.  He's like a male version of Tenel Ka- noble, polite, stubborn, proud, and with a sense of humor that you have to dig for."  Leia choked back laughter.  "What?"

            "I'm wondering just how he and the Queen Mother would react to the comparison," she said drily.

            Jaina's smile was slow.  "They'd probably both wonder just where I found similarities," she said, and shrugged.  "I don't know.  He's a friend.  Almost like an older brother, but not quite."

            Leia smiled before she could help it.  "Now I wonder what Jacen would say to that."

            Jaina laughed.  "Ah, but he's not older than me, now is he?  Anyway, I'm glad Jagged's coming along.  I feel comfortable with him."

            "That's good," Leia said, and kept herself from asking about how she felt about Kyp.  It had taken time to grow used to the idea of having Kyp as a son-in-law, but now that she had, she found the idea of Jaina happy with anyone else a bit hard to fathom.  But that would be meddling, and Leia had promised herself not to meddle.  "And overall, I'm forced to admit that your feelings and first impressions seem to be pretty accurate."

            "I thought so," and Jaina sounded pleased again.

            Leia bottled her motherly curiosity down, and asked a much broader question than she wanted to.  "What did you think of everyone else?"

            Jaina's hands again paused in her packing.  As she resumed her task, she began to speak.  "Jacen grew up.  He's still the same, but he understands who he is now.  Before he just seemed to be asking questions and never finding any answers.  Now he's still questioning, but he's questioning the answers, not the questions.  Does that make sense?"  Not waiting for a reply, she continued on.  "He's stronger, more controlled in the Force.  It's easier to link up with him.  He understands things better now.  But he's still my little brother and he still has a warped sense of humor."

            She finished repacking her now-folded clothing, and began to add the few other belongings she'd decided to take.  "Dad's a bit different.  He got older, and I'm not sure I like that.  But inside he's still the same old Dad I remember."  She zipped the bag and then looked at her mother, and she smiled.  "You're the most changed," she said, to Leia's surprise.  "You're not as buried underneath images anymore.  You're strong in the Force, more a Jedi than you were ten years ago.  I look at you and I think mother and friend, not mother and princess or mother and chief of state like I did before.  I'm proud of being your daughter.  It's like you peeled away all those layers that hid who you really are, and I like whoever's underneath."

            Leia swallowed tears.  "I love you, sweetie."

            "I love you too, Mom."  And Jaina hugged her.  As she released Leia, her eyes sparkled with sudden mischief.  "Even though you're desperately trying not to pry about Kyp."

            She gave a watery laugh.  "I'm trying to remind myself that you're not my little girl anymore and that you have a life of your own."

            Jaina laughed too, and when she spoke, her eyes were still dancing with amusement.  "So is it working, or are you going to pry all the same?"

            Leia tugged at Jaina's loose hair.  "It's not working.  Where were you last night, young lady, and just what do those feelings of yours say about Master Kyp Durron?"

            Jaina's grin spread.  "Now you sound like the Mom I remember."

            Leia crossed her arms, and gave her daughter a mild glare.  "I'm waiting."

            "I don't like being away from him," Jaina said simply.  "I can't sleep unless I've got something of his with me.  I trust him, I'm attracted to him, and I feel safe with him.  I like making him laugh."  Her lips quirked.  "I get the feeling I like arguing with him.  I'm still in love with him, Mom."

            "I thought so," Leia agreed.  She sat down on the bed and looked up at her daughter.  "And I'm glad.  I wasn't too happy when you first agreed to be Kyp's apprentice all those years ago, and I was a bit worried when you two first started showing up to everything together.  But he loves you, Jaina, and he made you happy.  It's all a mother can ask for her daughter."

            "I'm still going to marry him."

            Leia didn't so much as blink, and she was proud of herself.  "Does he know that yet?"

            "Yeah."  And to her amazement, Jaina flushed.  "I told him this morning after I fell asleep at the apartment last night."

            "Oh, really," Leia said, torn between delight and consternation.  "Do I need to have your father give Kyp a lecture, or are you just blushing because it's warm in here?"

            "Mom!"

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            "So."  Han, well aware that Leia was most likely interrogating Jaina under the guise of helping her pack, glanced at the dark-haired man leaning against the chair.  "You look better."

            Kyp's grin flashed.  "Yeah."

            Han grinned back, knowing that the only person able to make Kyp that happy was Jaina.  "Told you everything would work out, kid."

            "Yeah.  You were right."  Kyp met his eyes squarely.  "Thanks."

            Han waved his hand, unconcerned with Kyp's gratitude.  "Congratulations.  Again.  So do I need to repeat all those things I said the first time around, or do you still remember them?"

            The Jedi's smile grew a fraction wider.  "Don't worry, you won't have to hunt me down anytime soon.  I'll take care of her."

            Han nodded, completely satisfied.  "Good.  You might marry her, but she's still my little girl.  Hurt her and I hurt you.  It's that simple."

            "Message logged."

            "Good."  They lapsed into silence once more.  A bit uncomfortable, Han broke it.  "Leia's probably giving Jaina the third degree."

            "Jaina can take care of herself."

            "Yeah, I guess."  Han stared at Kyp, remembering the brash teenager he'd helped escape from Kessel.  Still brash, Han reflected, but not really so much of a kid anymore.  That thought was shrugged aside instantly.  No, still a kid.  If he started thinking about how much the kid had grown, he'd feel old.  Kyp was still a bit too cocky for his own good, still too strong in the Force for Han to really understand... still strangely comfortable with pensive silence.  Han cleared his throat.

            "I'm glad you're going to be sticking around," he offered at last. 

            Kyp looked away from Jaina's door.  "Me too."

            "How is she?"  Han could ask Kyp what he couldn't ask Jaina; hopefully Kyp would give him a straight answer.

            His hopes were safe.  The happiness in Kyp's eyes didn't fade, but concern was present in his voice.  "She's still Jaina," he said honestly.  "But she's still figuring out just what that means.  She's trying, and she's doing a lot better."

            "Is she happy?" Han blurted.  That was the main thing he needed to know. 

            "I want to think so."

            "Good."  Han blew out a breath.  "That's all I need to know.  How much time do you have before you two leave?"

            "Six hours.  I've got to put Stubborn on the freighter still, and Jaina wants to see Tekli before we leave."

            "Six hours," Han repeated thoughtfully.  Laughter erupted from Jaina's room; he glanced at the door, but it didn't open.  "You got any plans besides those?"

            Kyp smirked.  "Not for today, no."

            Han bit down his automatic, fatherly response of Keep your hands off my daughter- he'd gotten pretty good at ignoring that response over the past two years- and decided it was probably best for his peace of mind if he didn't ask what those other plans entailed.  He liked the kid, and wanted to keep it that way.  "Want to come back here after dealing with Stubborn and Tekli?  Jacen'll be back and we can have dinner before you leave."

            "Sounds fine to me," the younger man said.  "Don't we have to check with the ones in charge, though?"

            Han eyed Jaina's door.  "I think I can talk 'em into it," he said.