Jaina Solo was too exhausted to notice the man sleeping on her couch when she entered her quarters. She dumped her bag in the doorway to her bedroom, removed the outer layers of her robes and crawled into bed. In the back her mind, a little voice was trying to tell her that something odd was going on. First, Jacen had expressed surprise in their twin bond—a rare event—and now he was trying to hide something from her. Then, her senses had picked up the faint scent of a masculine aroma. She decided if she couldn't sleep she would give the situation more thought, but within a minute she was resting.

The noise of a bag hitting the ground woke Jag with a start. Looking at the chrono he muttered a Chiss curse to himself. He had overslept. He was going to make her dinner and have it waiting on her for when she returned from wherever she had been. He would at least have gone and purchased some flowers, but he had overslept. Thinking of how this part of his mission wasn't turning out so well, he knew somewhere in the Chiss afterlife Nawra was laughing at him. He sighed and pondered his options. Looking over at the comm unit, he saw the blinking red light and he knew she had not seen his message. This meant he had to stay at her apartment for the night if the message was going to work. Making his way over to the open doorway to her bedroom as quietly as he could, he saw her lying asleep. Part of him, a rather large part, wanted to crawl into bed with her. Then he caught sight of her lightsaber resting on the nightstand and figured that may not be the wisest course of action. Reluctantly, he made his way back to the couch and tried to sleep and to kill the stupid look he knew he had on his face from seeing her. He was only able to accomplish the former.
Jaina awoke out of habit at 0800. Walking out into her living area wearing the tank and shorts she'd slept in, she made her way to the comm station with her eyes closed. She did this for two reasons: she was not ready to surrender to being awake and she was afraid to see how many messages she had waiting on her. She sat down and began scanning her inbox. Her head said she was giving all the entries a look so they could be triaged and responded to accordingly. Her heart said she was looking for a name, his name. And there it was. Taking a shot of whiskey and a deep breath she opened the message to see four words:

Jaina—

Turn around.

--Jag

She couldn't move. Fearfully she opened herself to the Force to confirm what she feared and hoped. Jag was here.

If she turned around, what would she see? Jag with flowers, with words of love, with a ring and a proposal? Jag with a grim look on his face, with words of how he was sorry but there was no room in his life for her?

Taking another shot and another deep breath, she turned to see Jag—asleep on her couch. Once the shock passed she was torn between laughing, beating him, and crying for joy or frustration. Without realizing what she was doing, she crossed to space to the couch and sat on the floor next to him.

She sat there for a few minutes staring at him and probing him with the Force to make sure it was really Jag. He must have sensed her eyes staring at him because he awoke.

And there it was: the verdant hue that was Jag's eyes. That shade of green that she had searched flora and fauna for, but could never quite match.

"Good morning" she said.

"Hmmm" he granted in reply.

"You haven't seen or talked to me in two years and you come all the way from… wherever to sleep on my couch and grunt at me?"

"No" he said closing his eyes again, "but I am failing my mission."

"What mission?"

"To win you back."

"I'm a mission to you now?" she said with slight anger entering her voice. Then she remembered whom she was talking to. This was how he thought and lived. "I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted," she said, this time with mock anger in her voice.

"Please be flattered," Jag said with a near wince.

To this Jaina had to laugh, and the sound brought Jag that much closer to being whole again. Moving his body further into the couch, he extended his arm in a silent invitation for her to join him. He needed to feel her, to make sure he wasn't still asleep. He needed to know this was real.

She accepted the invitation. "Where were you?" she whispered.

"Csilla."

She paused, unsure if she wanted to hear the answer to her next question. "Why?"

"I went to tek chaf nud…"

Jaina shot him a strange look until she realized what had happened. "Jag."

"Hmmm?"

"You're so tired you're speaking in Chiss and don't know it, go back to sleep."

"Mmmkay."

Moments later she sensed he was back asleep. Still curious about the past two years of his life, she began taking a closer look at him. Wrapping her arm around his torso she noticed he had lost weight. It wasn't an unhealthy amount, but an amount nonetheless. Adjusting herself so that the left side of her body covered the right half of his, she began to take a close look at his face. The bags under his eyes scared her. Even during the darkest times of the war he never let the stress show so visibly on his body. She grew afraid that he had left one string of battles to be forced into more warfare. Gently, she ran her fingers along his face to ensure none of the bones had been broken. Satisfied that wasn't the case, the thought of him fighting for seven consecutive years thankfully became a little less likely. She traced the scar that ran from the side of his face into his hairline as she thought more of the possibilities.

Somewhere inside her head a voice told her to quit thinking about the past and where he was. He is here now. The rest of her head began to agree. She suddenly felt exhausted. It was as if all the sleep that had ignored her in the past few months now demanded her attention. Settling her arm back around him, she laid her head on his chest and smiled as he subconsciously pulled her tighter to him. For the first time in a long time she didn't fear the dreams that were to come. She knew they weren't the Force taunting her of what could have been, but would be.