The breeze was cool on Jaina's face as she moved towards the towering house in the dark

The breeze was cool on Jaina's face as she moved towards the towering house in the dark. It was lit up brightly against the winter sky and she felt a pang of jealousy deep within her chest. Her cousin Han appeared to have it all, the elegant house, a family…

And what did I have? She thought stubbornly. Nothing. I grew up without the privileges, without my own parents. I had the love of my brother Thracken… and that was enough. She settled her anger before admonishing herself. Thracken had done so much for her, rescuing her from the Empire and her cousin Han Sal-Solo. She should be grateful for that at least.

"Do you remember much of that evening?" Thracken had asked cautiously, his pale hands clasped on his desk. He looked Jaina up and down as her mind fought to remember, but all she could do was shake her head pitifully. "No? Well, would you like me to tell you?"

Her face contorted in looks of concentration, eventually succumbing to a woeful smile. Yes, she wanted to know what had happened to her parents. Their parents.

"It was our cousin Han; do you remember much of him at all?" Again, she shook her head. She had no memory of having a cousin. "Thankfully you don't remember much. Anyway, it was your fifth birthday and we were all celebrating, me, mother, father and you. Little did we know that outside the security of our home, or what we perceived as secure, our cousin Han had bargained with the Empire to maintain his smuggling roots. He turned us in as Alliance sympathisers and that night they raided our home. Mother and father were executed inside the house, but I managed to pull you to safety, away from Han and the storm troopers."

Jaina could just nod at his story, blissfully unaware of the menacing tone her 'brother's' voice now took. "He sensed the power in you. The Force. If he had had his way then you would be in the empire's hands now, moulded into some sort of killing machine. Luckily we managed to flee Corellia that night, but I always knew deep down that he would try to find you again."

"Thracken, you sent me to find him, what if he-"

"Never underestimate our cousin Jaina. He is a pitiful creature, worth only to the Emperor himself. He senses your growing powers, so we must strike first. Han and his family must be destroyed for us to survive. He will not hesitate to do the same to us." Thracken rose and presented her with a small wrapped gift. She could feel the pulsating of the force as it came towards her, and when she unwrapped it, the lightsaber felt comfortable in her grasp. "You are meant to construct your own but there is not enough time. He will not wait for us, and neither shall we. They must be destroyed…"

Sighing heavily, she readjusted the holster on her hip, the lightsaber carefully concealed under folds of cloth. The feeling emanating from it calmed her thoughts as she moved closer to the open door. Her mind raced suddenly. It was open. And there was someone watching her. The young friend of Han's, Luke. He smiled shortly at her and she blushed, hoping that he had not seen her adjusting the weapon.

"You're early." He stated, humour inflected on his voice.

"I don't believe a time was agreed…" She returned the quip, a spark in Luke's eyes showing that he was now at ease. But she felt something stirring within him, but it was quickly suppressed. "Does this time suit you?"

"Dinner is still being prepared but that doesn't mean we can't chat… catch up." Han popped his head from around a corner, a feverish lopsided grin on his face. His eyes were wide, but not with excitement. It was fear. She could feel it flowing from the room. "Come in, please."

"Thank you General Calrissian." She replied curtly as he took her robe from her, enjoying watching his face squirm as she called him by his 'given' name. "It has been a while since I have had a home cooked meal."

"Travel a lot?" Luke asked, settling himself down in a chair, rearranging his robes around him as he spoke.

"No, just don't have much time to stop and eat." He laughed shortly, but stopped as their gazes grew more inquisitive.

"So…" Han dragged out the word to fill the silence. "What line of work are you in?"

"This and that, smuggling, legal transportations. Whatever business I can get my hands on nowadays. Which isn't much." She walked slowly over to a mantelpiece and stared intently at the pictures that lined it, of Han and his family. A beautiful wife and two children. There was a third on the way, she could feel that in the house also. "Who is your wife?"

"Leia. Leia Organa-" Han's voice was cut off as a swift breeze brushed not only his neck, but also Jaina's. She heard the throbbing and felt the heat as it was too late to draw her own weapon. She turned slowly into the open face of Han's wife, who held the lightsaber delicately, but with anger. The blades tip was centimetres away from Jaina's exposed throat.

"Solo. Leia Organa-Solo. And you are a Jedi aren't you?"

A/N: Apologies! Shift work and all that Jazz that comes with it, so sorry for the lateness of this. Just a quick bit to keep y'all updated… stay tuned to find out what is going to happen… (As if that wasn't obvious enough! Lol) Please Review, I like words…