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Jaina awoke to the sharp sent of stimcaf. She tried to sit up, but pain lanced along her sides. She groaned, unable to scream like she felt like doing, mostly because that would take oxygen she didn't have. A worried face topped by moonlight-blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes peered around the door jam to look at her.

"Jaina? What're you doing up??" Shan Brooks asked while rushing in and wiping sudsy hands on his black pants. "Are you alright."

"Sides. Pain. Shut it. Up. Have to go-" Jaina grunted, trying to un-contort her face and failing.

"You have to go nowhere," he annunciated carefully. "You are still hurting and therefore I declare you unfit to move and or be moved. Now stay."

And with that the tall man turned and left the room. Jaina stared after him helplessly, telling herself that she was sad to see him leave and that she wasn't admiring his body. Her denial lasted until he got back, and she blushed.

In the man's hand were three of the slim, circular injectors. Jaina looked at him, her dark gaze threaded through with pain and curiosity, her question wordless.

He obliged her. "They each hold something different. This one," he held up one that was blue on one side and green on the other. "Contains Kolto. It's a healing agent that works even better then bacta."

Jaina made a sound of surprise and he translated it. "Yes, it's rare. Almost impossible to get unless you have a plant," he explained slyly. "This one has Somniject" - this one was all blue - "and this one has an anesthetic."

"Som-je-t?" Jaina croaked out.

"Somnijet is a sedative. It's one which you will take willingly."

Jaina's eyebrows drew down over her glaring eyes and her mouth tightened into a plainly angry face. She then she shook her head wildly, her messy hair flying all over her pillow.

"Now, now," he said with a smirk. "Just be a good little dear."

"You'll poison me." She insisted, her voice very raspy.

His own face darkened. "I wouldn't. Trust me."

"Don't – know you."

His face cleared and he grinned at her, swiping the hair off of his forehead with one hand before sweeping into a bow. "Then allow me to introduce myself. I am your resident savior, isn't that enough?"

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Hours later, Shan Brooks, Savior of Jaina Solo, sat in the pilots seat with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark blue eyes were narrowed dangerously, unknowingly making him seem unapproachable. Around him streaks of hyperspace zoomed past as his ship hurtled through space. His ship; he almost laughed at that sentiment. Jaina. In his hold was Jaina's Miy'til fighter, in his wardrobe were Jaina's clothes, on his floor were Jaina's shoes and Jaina herself was slumbering in his quarters. Jaina. She had taken over his life once again.

Shan's face darkened even more.

"Stang it!" Shan suddenly hissed, standing up swiftly and spinning around to pace, frustrated, the length of the cockpit of his carefully modified yacht. It was, originally, a SoroSuub Horizon-Class Star Yacht that he had owned for close to three years and a gift from his employer. It had been carefully modeled after Jade Shadow, an awesome weapon that Jedi Master Jade-Skywalker owned, and there was little he treasured more in the universe.

Still, Shan was angry.

Solo had messed up his plans considerably, and despite his best wishes, he knew that she wasn't likely to go away. Or at least, she wouldn't once she knew what his mission was. And he very much doubted that he'd be able to hide anything from her. Why, even now she was probably getting up, ignoring his orders AND the sedatives and –

"Alright, who are you?" asked a hard and rasping voice from behind him. Shan froze, his back taut with suppressed emotions, then he whirled to face her, his moon-kissed hair flying every which way.

"What are you doing out of bed??" Shan demanded.

Jaina looked petulant. "I'm not sleepy. Now who are you?"

"I told you-"

"You told me nothing!" Jaina snapped at him. "Now tell me or I won't budge."

Shan wanted nothing more then to tell her the truth but instead he made himself snap at her. "Fine! Anything to be rid of you, I swear!" he whirled around again, throwing his hands in the air.

Jaina growled, her dark hair falling into her face, and her hands clenching tightly into fists. The man tossed a set of ID's to her, and she tried to catch them, but fumbled and dropped them to the floor, her Force enhanced reflexes notwithstanding. Snatching them up with the Force, she tried hard not to blush, but it was hard when the man sighed with exasperation. Jaina scanned the papers. "Shan Brooks?" she asked, startled. No… there has to be a mistake!! "You're…"

"Boba Fett's protégé? Yeah, I am." He leaned against the back of the copilot chair and folded his arms across his chest. "What's it to you?"

Jaina was silent, her mind racing to find a way out of what suddenly was a dangerous situation.