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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 20 of ?

            Story Status: Work in Progress.

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            As always, reviews are appreciated.

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 SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1Tahiri couldn't help but grin.  "That's how it works."  She changed her tone of voice to one of sweet innocence.  "Poor Kyp, being bossed around by Danni."  Then she grinned again.  "See, I'm sympathizing."

            Kyp laughed, and Danni took that opportunity to drag him off towards a full meal.

            Leaving her alone with one Jagged Fel.

            Tahiri took a deep breath, then deliberately turned toward him.  It was stupid to feel nervous; she had no reason to feel nervous.  So she said the first thing that came to mind.

            "He's worn out almost as bad as Jaina is."

            Not the best way to start a conversation, Tahiri figured, but at least it was a start.  Jag seemed to agree.  He sighed and uncrossed his arms.  "It's hard on him," he said.  "If she hadn't lost her memory, they'd be getting married today."

            Tahiri shut her eyes.  "It seems like it would almost be kinder for her to have died," she said softly.  "That way he'd be able to mourn her and learn to live with what he missed, rather than having to wake up day after day with her still here and out of his reach."

            "Would that really be easier?" Jag asked.  "Would he really be able to simply mourn her and move on?  Or would she haunt him for the rest of his life?"

            The conversation was skating perilously close to personal ground, but Tahiri opened her eyes and forced herself to continue speaking.  She had started it, after all.  "Both, I think," she said.  "He'd move on.  Little things would hurt and remind him of her, but there would have been that sense of closure, that finality of death.  He would be able to get over the loss."

            She sensed, in the pause before he spoke, what he would say.  "And you know this from personal experience?"

            She wrapped her arms around her more for comfort than for warmth.  "I loved Anakin.  I always will love Anakin.  He was my first friend at the Academy, and my first love.  But he's gone.  He died partly so that I wouldn't.  It's not fair to him to simply sit around and mope about being left behind.  I survived losing him."  She let out a rather shaky breath and stared up at the just-emerging stars, shining bright through the darkening grey of nightfall.  "Little things still hurt.  I'll see something and think, 'Anakin would have liked that', or I'll go exploring and find a cave and wonder how long it would have taken him to have it completely mapped out.  Little things.  We'll have pouri for breakfast and I'll remember that he hated it.  And it'll hurt to know I'm still here without him.  But I survived, Jag."

            "Did you."  It was more statement than question; she had the feeling that she hadn't answered enough to satisfy him.  Still, for once, she remained quiet.  She had nothing left to say.

            The night sky had deepened into black, and the stars were fully out, before Jag spoke again.  "I think you're wrong," he said.

            "About what?"

            "About it being kinder if she had died.  If she died, she'd be gone, and he wouldn't have anything left of her.  This way, even if she's not quite the same as she was before, she's still here."  His eyes, uncannily green and bright in the darkness, glanced over at her.  "He still loves her.  He still can look up and see her, he can still know that somewhere she's safe.  She's still there for him, even if she's not his."

            Something in his eyes made her want to shiver, and so she asked quietly, "Are you going to marry her?"

            He blinked, and Tahiri had the satisfaction of seeing Jag completely confused.  It was hard enough for her to make the man react, to show emotion, but confusion was perhaps the emotion he was best able to cover. Seeing him admit to confusion was a rare pleasure.  "Where did that come from?"

            So she had been wrong.  She felt her cheeks color and was grateful for the darkness that hid her blush.  "You sounded like you were talking from experience," she said quickly, "and I know you loved Jaina, and now that she doesn't remember Kyp I thought maybe you and her would get back together, and that's why she wouldn't be Kyp's and how he'd still be able to see her and everything, and–"

            "Wait, slow down."  Jag stepped forward and changed his position, so that he was now sitting on the rock directly opposite her stump.  His mouth was twitching into a smile.  "I can't understand you when you speed-talk."

            "Anakin never could either," she said, then winced.  "Sorry."

            "All right," Jag said, and now she could hear the amusement in his voice.  "First of all, no, I'm not going to marry Jaina, and I don't think I would if she asked me.  She's still going to marry Kyp."

            Tahiri blinked.  "She is?  But if she doesn't remember–"

            Jag interrupted her again.  "She fell in love with him before, so what's stopping her from doing it again?"

            She considered that for a long moment, then asked, "Do they still love each other?"

            Jag looked down at his hands, and replied without looking at her.  "Kyp still loves her.  You only have to look at him to see that.  Jaina..." he hesitated.  "Jaina doesn't remember specifically loving him, but bits and pieces of it are fitting together.  She told me a few days into hyperspace that she doesn't sleep well away from him, and that she's comfortable with him.  She said that she agreed to marry him still because she believed that he had made her happy, and that she's selfish and still wants that happiness."  His eyes raised up to hers again.  "I think she loves him still, but she's a bit too confused to know if that's the new or the old Jaina loving him."

            "It makes sense, I guess," Tahiri said slowly.  "And I'm glad she is still with Kyp.  It means-" "-that she's not with you-" "-that on some subconscious level, she remembers what's right."

            "I suppose so." 

            They sat in silence for a while longer; Tahiri's tongue nearly ached from the effort to hold it still, to not fill the silence with chatter.  Jagged was usually quiet and she was usually loud, but it seemed that when the two of them were together, they managed to create an average level of noise.  But these long silences still sometimes puzzled her; it was as if he were perfectly content to simply stand in her presence and do nothing.

            She sighed, uncurled, and stood unsteadily on stiff legs.  Jag moved smoothly, with a fighter pilot's speed, to keep her upright.  "Thanks," she said, feeling somehow awkward, very aware of his hand on her elbow, at how close he was.

            "You're welcome," he said, and released her.

            "I think I'm going to go find a snack myself," she said, stepping back and stretching.  "Want to come?"

            He shook his head, and took his seat once more on his rock.  "No, I think I'll stay out in the open for a bit longer."

            "Suit yourself." 

            She was halfway across the conference area when he called out to her.  "Tahiri?"

            She paused and turned to look at him.

            "For the record, I was talking from personal experience."

            Tahiri stared at Jag for a long moment, and then to hide the emotion that had suddenly welled up, she turned her back on him without a reply and continued walking until she was out of the conference ring.  Then she let her feet fly faster and faster, until her bare soles ached from the pressure of pounding into the earth, and she ran across the field toward nothing, trying to escape the outpouring of hope that she had no right to feel.

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