AN: This one is for you, RealISwear. This is about as "darksidey" as I can go without losing my hard won-back sanity - at least for now. :) (Also posted on Notorious)
"Enough!" he bellowed, sick of her silent emotional tantrum. Infuriating, just as she always had been. He advanced on her quickly, hoping to frighten her. She simply raised a challenging brow at him and a quick fake grin flashed across her face. She was never intimidated by much - least of all him.
"Enough?" he glared at her as she continued, walking towards him and handing him a tumbler filled with a smokey amber liquid. "You better watch who you talk to like that, little brother, I'm not one of your cowering croonies."
"I know exactly what you are." he took the offering by habit, annoyed at himself for doing so.
She swallowed a mouthful as he regarded her coolly.
"What am I then?"
"You," he pointed at her, "Are too much like father. You have no respect for authority. You're my subordinate. I could have you court marshaled. Especially for this." He hissed and held up the glass.
"No chance. It's 20-year Reserve. That's good shit. Don't get all high and mighty on me, you're like Dad too. You just hide it - Gods know why." she breezed back, stressing the more casual use of family titles.
He glared at her.
"Oh lighten up, you're a Solo. This," she tilted the bottle, "is expected." sighing heavily, she held his eyes for a moment longer than normal, making him uneasy - how long had it been since she had done that?
Jaina nodded and raised the bottle swiftly, clicking the body of it against his glass.
"To fallen brothers." She whispered, held his eyes once more, turned and left him alone, once again, on the bridge.