Title: Aftermath
Fandom: Star Wars
Genre: Angst/Romance/Gen
Characters/Pairings: Jaina/Jag, etc… not really sure yet
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: The characters we love deal with the events of Invincible.
Disclaimer: I don't own. If I did, I would be too busy making millions to write fic
1.
Jaina and Jag
High Moff Jagged Fel was sitting at his desk in his meticulously ordered office when the door buzzer sounded. His aide, who had been reviewing tomorrow's schedule with him, rose obediently to answer the door. She stood in the doorway, blocking his view of the person, but the voice was all too familiar.
"Excuse me. Do you have an appointment?" This question, Jagged knew, was pointless. He had no appointments for the next half-hour, and knew that his aide was more than aware of his schedule's every moment.
"No. Don't need one, either. Let me see him."
"Hold on a moment, I'll see if he's available. The High Moff is terribly busy."
"Yeah. Whatever. I'm coming in. How's that? If he wants me out, then he can remove me himself."
Jagged snorted and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Jaina Solo to make her way into his inner office.
"Why, hello Jaina. What brings you down here?"
"I hear you have a small hole in your schedule. Tell your aide to beat it for a minute. I want to talk to you."
Jag could hear Kias tense up, and he applied his strictest discipline to not snorting in laughter at Jaina's tpical abrupt manner.
"Very well. Kias, we will continue this in 22 minutes." Jag waved her away, ignoring the indignant huff that followed her out, and turned his attention, instead, to the figure that sat with crossed legs in his office chair.
"So. How's Moff-ity working out for you?" Jaina picked up a holo cube on his desk and flipped through the pictures. Jag leaned forward, plucked it from her hands and placed it into his desk drawer. She pouted and he, for not the first time in what felt like centuries, fought the urge to kiss her.
"That would be mine. As for Moffship, it's working out fine. I mean, aside from the moffs learning to act like grown ups, it's been an, uh, interesting shift in perspective."
"Glad to hear it." Jaina took her comm unit out of her pocket and started toying with the antenna.
"Did you come all the way over here to my office to sit and fidget?" Jag leaned forward on his desk, and Jaina started slightly at being called out.
"I'm not fidgeting. I just came to talk to you about something that's been on my mind." She put the comm back in her pocket and looked him in the eye.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Jag cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, these days, it seems, that that would be you, High Moff Fel." Jaina smirked. She was happy to see that her response seemed to shake him up a little.
"Um. Well. What exactly do you mean by that?" He stood and walked to the window, deliberately putting distance between them. Jaina thwarted his attempt by crossing the room to lean on the wall to his right. He wished she couldn't appear so cool in the face of the conversation he'd been imagining since he found his way back to the war.
"What I mean, sir, is that you have been occupying an outrageous amount of my brain time these days. I have a lot to think about and deal with right now, so I'd appreciate it if you'd knock it off." She had moved a little closer and Jag had to fight again against the urge to do something decidedly un-Moff-like.
"Well, I do apologize, Jaina. What do you suggest that I do to make it right?"
"Quite honestly, I would just like to know exactly where I stand in your esteem these days. I mean, I would like to know if I'm wasting my time, because as I've said, it's attention that could be devoted elsewhere." This time, it was Jag who stepped closer.
"Where do you stand? Jaina, I'll be honest with you. I'd love to play cute games with you, but I'm really busy these days and just can't be bothered with coy. If I didn't have a meeting in," Jag checked his chronometer, "ten minutes, I'd have one hell of a response for you."
"Well, do you think you'd still feel like… responding later?" Jaina leaned sideways against the wall in front of him.
"Solo, I think it's been a long and exhausting 12 or so years and you already know the answer to that question." Jag smirked and crossed his arms against his chest.
"Well, that's all I wanted to know. You can look me up tonight if you get out of your meeting in time."
"Where you going to be?" Jag was suddenly wondering how fast he could end the Moff meeting.
"Well, Dad and I have to put new repulsors in the Falcon, so I'll be there for a while, and then I'll be at my parents' apartment." She shrugged.
"Oh. You still haven't got a place?" An idea was beginning to form in Jag's brain. He just hoped that Jaina's ever-unpredictable mood didn't swing the wrong way on him.
"Well, oddly enough, when your brother butchers half a galaxy, he manages to do a hell of a lot of damage to a remarkable amount of beings that own apartment buildings. Not a lot of people seem to be wiling to give me the benefit of the doubt these days." She snorted and Jag refrained from pointing out that it was good to hear her be sarcastic about Jacen rather than reduced to tears. She really was getting better. The last six months had been hard on her, but she was truly recovering.
"Well, at the risk of sounding ridiculously sure of myself, did you know that I've inherited Admiral Pellaeon's old residence?"
"I'd heard that. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I've lived with you, Jag. The personal belongings you own couldn't fit in a corner of that place."
"Stay with me." Jag realized that he was quickly losing time until his meeting. "I mean, I've got six wings. It could be like we're living in entirely different houses."
"Or it could be like we're living in entirely the same house." Jaina smirked. "I would comment on your being a cocky son of a bitch except for three points."
"And they are?"
"One: It makes sense. I'm tired of living with my parents, and you have more than enough room. Two: You have a meeting in about 30 seconds, and Three: It's only been something like 5 years for me, but trust me when I tell you it's been plenty long and frustrating." She snorted again, and Jag really wished that the moffs would suddenly drop dead. "You want me to pack a bag tonight?"
"That'd be fine. I should be home around 2300 hours."
"Excellent. I'll be there. But for the moment, I have a date with a Corellian stocklight freighter, and you have a date with some impatient politicians." Right on cue, Kias bustled back in the office and glanced, disapproving, at Jaina's retreating back. Jag sighed and prepared himself for his meeting briefing and forced himself to forget that he had a much more interesting meeting set for later.