After the first one, I found myself wondering how Jag felt

Since I'd misunderstood the ending of TUF… heh

So I wrote his POV of the celebrations

Enjoy…

I lean back against the table, and take a sip of the drink in my hand. Big mistake. Off to the left, I see someone – Wes Janson; how typical – sniggering over the punch bowl. I decide that the plant beside me will appreciate the concoction a lot more than I will.

Once I put the now-empty glass down, I let my gaze drift across to the dance floor. There are so many people here, so many friends and families celebrating. Celebrating peace, although they are all so unused to it, it's hard to imagine how they'll survive this any better than they have in the war.

No, it's not hard to imagine at all. They have each other; they have their friends and families to help them through everything; the battles for survival in war, the problems of peace.

That's what connects everyone in this room, what stitches them all together irrevocably – we have all survived the past five years, and nothing can change that or destroy the link it brings us. These people, these men, women and children, are as much my family as my parents and sister back home. I have relied on them, they have relied on me, and we're bound together through it all.

Imagine! Bound to the rebels. Impossible, but it happened. And I wouldn't change it for the galaxy.

Out on the dance floor, I see two people, the two I know the best, the two who know me best. They're dancing, together, and the love between them makes me gasp. I smile, sadly, but not too much so. I should've known it would happen – in fact, I think I did. I find myself wondering why it didn't happen sooner, and realising the answer is myself.

I tear my gaze away from them and look round again, trying not to wonder whether I'm happy for them, or jealous. But before I can decide, someone else approaches me, leans against the table beside me. She glances up at me, green eyes smiling, and looks out at the dance floor as well.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?"

I'm taken by surprise, and wonder what she's talking about. "Yes…"

"The war, I mean. Is it really over? I don't dare believe it."

"Oh." Of course, the war. What else could she have been talking about? "I know what you mean. It's hard to adjust to the feeling, after fighting so long. It'll take a while to get used to." There's a pause, and then-

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, and I look at her in surprise. She glances up, then nods towards the dance floor.

I follow her gaze and see them again, locked in a kiss. Strangely, the pain I expect in my stomach doesn't appear, and all I feel is a slight wistfulness, a little happiness that they've found each other after so long. I don't have time to wonder why, as something rises up inside me and I straighten, turning to the blonde-haired girl – no, woman – beside me. "Dance?"

She laughs as the music changes to a fast-paced jazz number and I pull her onto the dance floor by her arm. We dance, keeping up with the beat, and I find myself wondering where I learnt to dance like this. Certainly not with the Chiss.

Our dance brings us crashing into other couples, but we don't care. Her happiness is contagious, and I find myself laughing right along with her, swinging her round in my arms, pulling and pushing through the crowds in time to the music. Her green eyes meet mine and we laugh again, the joy intoxicating.

As the song fades and band start another, slower number, we find ourselves next to the other couple. I smile at them, and they seem surprised, but a smile spreads on their own faces at the same time, and we all break out in joyous laughter again. There are no hard feelings between us as we return to the dancing, as I find myself with the most unlikely of dance partners for this slow song – and feeling that it's right.

And so I get lost in the exuberance of the moment, in the feelings of relief and joy at the war's end, in the surprise that a swirl of love can bring. Love is something you never expect until it happens, and when it does it feels so right you wonder why it never happened before.

I've had enough of wondering for tonight, though, and so I simply dance.