Title: Waiting In the Wings
Summary: Jaina Solo must figure out her complicated love life. Wackiness ensues.
Rating: T
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Pairing: K/J
Feedback: Keep it on the constructive side
Spoilers: Up to NJO
Disclaimers: George owns all. Bow down before the Great One
Distribution: My site, KJSU, boards, ff.n, any others need only to ask so I can visit
Author's Note: Inspired by the TV show Angel and the Angel/Cordy/Groo triangle from Season three. I see Kyp as Angel, Jaina as Cordy, and Jag as Groo. Title is inspired by an episode, but the story does not follow that episode. No possession or ballet in sight people.
More Notes: My first official Star Wars Fic. Be nice.
Big Thanks: To SithGirl and DC (as always chica) for putting up with my newfound obsession with K/J and inspiring this story.
"I'm in love with Kyp Durron," Jaina Solo snorted incredulously at the man standing before her. Jagged Fel gave her a wan smile.
"That's what I said, Jaina," Jag confirmed openly.
"That's ridiculous!" Jaina exclaimed. "Kyp and I are just friends. We always have been!"
"I think it goes deeper than friendship, Goddess," was Jag's even reply.
"That's not true and you know it!" Jaina insisted. Jag shook his head ruefully.
"Is it? Is it really?" He gave Jaina a sad smile.
"Jag, don't do this. We're…" Jaina frowned as she found herself unable to find the appropriate words to define her feelings towards the young man in front of her.
"I'm convenient," Jag finished for her. Jaina looked stricken by his answer.
"How can you say something so callous? After everything…"
"Because it's the truth. As much as it hurts to think so, there it is." Jaina eyes went wide with the implications, but Jag continued before she could reply. "I love you, Jaina. I have tried to be what you needed. I've tried for a long time, but I can't do it anymore. I'm not Kyp. I can't be"
"Are you trying to say that I've been using you as some sort of substitute for Kyp, because that is crazy, Jag," Jaina said with a slight huff.
"I don't believe it's intentional, but yes. I think that's the gist of it," Jag confirmed ruefully, still noting the slight confusion on Jaina's face.
"But I don't have feelings for Kyp!" she insisted.
"Then why do you pull away when I try to kiss you? Why do you say his name in your sleep?" he demanded. Jaina was too stunned to reply immediately. They stood staring at each other in silence for some time before she found her voice.
"I don't know what you want from me, Jag," she said finally.
"Tell me you love me."
"I…" Jaina was feeling too confused to answer.
"You love us," Jag answered for her. "You're in love with an idea and like having someone to share your bed with when you feel like it. I'm only a substitute for what you think you can't have."
"Jag, that's not true," Jaina protested.
"Yes it is, Goddess. The thing you don't seem to realize is that he loves you too. He has for a long time." Jaina tried to ignore the what Jag had said, but her heart gave a little flutter at the idea. She shook her head to bid the thoughts away.
"Blast it, Jag, are you even listening to me? I am most certainly not in love with Kyp," she muttered, but she knew her resolve was weakening by the moment.
"Are you listening to me, Jaina? I've seen you and Kyp since Hapes and Borleias. You have a connection. It's not just your Force bond, either. You and Kyp share something, Jaina. Something I can't touch, no matter how hard I try. I've been there for you, but your heart's not in it Jaina. I'm beginning to wonder if it ever was. It's just taken me a long time to have enough courage to see it for what it was."
"Kyp and I… It's complicated, Jag," she said in a low voice. "I thought you understood."
"I do understand, Jaina," he assured
her. "That's the problem. I'm wrong for you." There
was the unmistakable air of sadness touching his voice. "I've
struggled with this for some time, but it's the right thing to
do. Jaina, I have to leave."
"Please, Jag…" she tried to
muster a plea but was unable to find her voice. She was beginning
to wonder if Jag had been right in the first place.
"Jaina, don't make this harder than it is. Your happiness does not lie with me. I hope Kyp knows how lucky he is." For some reason, Jaina could no longer find the will to fight him. She knew she would let him leave. Maybe Jag had been right after all.
"I'm sorry, Jag."
"I know you are, Goddess. Be happy." With that he kissed her gently on the cheek and left her apartment for good. Jaina sat down heavily on the couch. The weight of Jag's words were heavy on her mind. She thought she could cry, but the tears never came. The man she had supposedly loved had left her and she couldn't find the tears to shed. A part of her knew she would not mourn the end of this relationship. She had let Jag go. Did that mean he was right? That she had never really loved him in the first place? She looked over to the stand beside the couch and found an old holo, taken just after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war five years before. She was standing beside Kyp Durron, both of them in their flight suits, a smile lighting both their faces. For the first time, she noticed how comfortable they seemed to be with each other in that moment. She held the holo for some time and stared at it.
"I'm in love. With Kyp Durron," she said into the empty room.