Hours later, they both awoke. Neither wanted to move. Both of their lives were comprised of few hours of peace, and they had never experienced those hours together. They knew each other so well, yet everything seemed new and awkward again.

Jag opened his eyes to absorb the sight. Jaina was still covering half of him for the most part, but she must have shifted around sometime during their sleep since her hair was mussed. Then again her hair could have looked like that before, Jag was not awake enough when for their first conversation to remember.

Feeling Jag beginning to run his hand up and down her back she turned her face to him. He still had bags under his eyes, but in one day there were starting to improve. She mentally cursed his buzzed hair and how it never showed effect of being smashed against a pillow or stifled by a pilot's helmet. She was almost too afraid of what the tangled mess on top of her head looked like.

"What time is it?" Jag asked.

"1500. Why? Planning on going back to sleep?" Jaina replied.

"No. Do you have something scheduled for today?"

Jaina closed her eyes to visualize her schedule on her datapad, "My schedule is free till next week."

They lapsed back into silence as Jag continued to rub her back and Jaina returned her head to his torso, enjoying the sound of his heart. This was how they stayed until Jag could feel Jaina smiling against his chest. "What is it?" he asked.

"What is what?" She asked coyly turning to face him again.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing." Jaina said as she turned her face away from him, hoping he would drop the line of questioning.

"You rarely smile, you usually smirk; it is impossible for 'it' to be nothing." He heard Jaina mumble something into his chest. "I apologize, I did not quite—"

"I said you smell nice."

He could not help but laugh at her statement. "It's been two days since my last shower. How can I smell nice?" He stopped laughing once he saw the shocked look on her face. "What is it?"

"You're laughing, you're sleeping in, and you just used a contraction." She responded in a tone of mock fright and shock.

"Meaning?" he asked.

"You're starting to act like the Corellian you supposedly are." She replied.

"Very funny." The silence then returned for another few minutes.

"Jag?"

"Yes?"

Jaina paused before quietly asking the question she dreaded, "Where did you go?"

He couldn't help but notice that she avoided eye contact while asking the question. "Jaina, look at me."

Reluctantly, she turned her eyes to meet his. It almost made him sick to see fear and doubt in her brown eyes. "In you message you seemed unsure whether or not I still loved you."

"This isn't an answer to my question."

"I will answer you in a minute, this needs said now. Jaina Solo, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I would never be able to fully live again without you. I knew I had to do whatever necessary to make you happy, and I had yet to shake your hand or hear your voice. Jaina, do not ever doubt again whether or not you have a place in my heart." He stopped when her face began to show nervousness. "What is it?"

"Nothing. That just sounded like, I don't know…"

"The beginning of a marriage proposal?"

"Yes."

"Not yet." He replied. Before she could respond in any way to his comment, he continued. "I was on Csilla. My friend was dying; I went to care for her."

"Oh Jag, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Flashes burst into her mind of a Chiss woman, the feeling of friendship, and bitterness at a disease that could be so cruel. They had both lost friends to instantaneous death in the war, but she had never experienced death drawn out in such a manner. She had come close with her Aunt Mara, but thankfully it hadn't happened. Unsure of what to say next, she asked, "What was she like?"

He sighed and attempted to configure the proper answer while fighting off the nagging feeling of already having this conversation. "Intelligent, feisty, stubborn. She was a brilliant strategist, and she was a sister to me." He paused before letting a Chiss curse escape him. He maneuvered his way from under Jaina and ran to her comm station. Without looking behind him, he knew Jaina had a bewildered look on her face. He imagined it was the expression she had worn when he had been ordered to "surprise" their commander in a battle against the Vong.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jaina asked.

"Slicing into Nawra's account" Jag replied.

"Who's Nawra?" Jaina asked with a shake to her head hoping that the movement would bring sudden clarity to what he was saying.

"My friend who we just talked about."

"What's so urgent?"

Jag avoided commenting on the fact that she was more concerned about why she was no longer the focus of his attention rather than the fact that what he was doing was illegal. "Nawra said that if I avoided a face-to-face conversation with you within on month's time after her death, she would send my private messages to and from you to my younger sister."

"Sithspit. How much time do we have left?" she asked nervously.

"Two days, but I am unsure on how she will know whether or not we have talked." Perusing through her messages and the coding of when and where to send messages for a few minutes, he sat back in the chair and ran his hand through his short hair. "You have got to be kidding."

"What's wrong?"

"She was lying to me. She was never going to send the messages to Wyn or my father. She was just scaring me into talking to you."

"First of all: scared you into talking to me? Second of all: your father?" she nearly screamed.

"First: I was going to come talk to you anyway. Second: I told you she was feisty."

Both stayed still for a few moments contemplating this latest tidbit of information. After Jaina's anger and fear had settled, she quietly admitted, "I wish I could've met her."

Jag spun the chair around to face her, "I do not. The two of you in the same room has no possible good outcome for me."

She had to laugh at his response. He rarely squirmed; it would be amusing to see him do so.

"How would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Jag asked.

"I'd like that very much."

"I will cook, just make sure you're there at 1900."

"You're going to cook?" she asked. She never remembered him cooking before.

Sensing her confusion and possible dread of what the outcome of the meal may be, he said, "We both inherited our cooking skills from our mothers, the difference is my mother can cook."

Jaina opened her mouth to retort but the sudden smell of myriad burnt or undercooked meals came flooding into her senses from memories of her childhood and stopped her from make a sharp remark. "In that case, do I need to bring anything?"

"Yourself, and that will be enough. Oh, and directions to the nearest market."

"Two blocks to the south, it's a small place but they have a nice variety."

"Sounds perfect. I will see you in a few hours." He said as he rose from the chair. He momentarily hesitated in thinking of what would be an appropriate show of goodbye. They had never said they were officially a couple again, but then again they had never said they had stopped being a couple.

Sensing his hesitation she closed the space between them, grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged down so she could reach his lips. She knew kissing Jag was great, but she had forgotten just how great.

A couple of minutes later, he broke away. "As nice as this is, I have a dinner to plan and fix. I'll see you in a few hours."

For the first time in a long time—at least outside a cockpit, anyway—Jaina felt something she rarely experienced: giddiness.

Before the feeling wore off and she realized what she was getting herself into, she keyed the comm for her parents' apartment.

"Mom? I need your help."