There's a song that goes with this chapter. A piano instrumental of Greensleeves (or What Child is This?). The version I use is 'What Child is This arr. Melody Bober' (and it can be found on Youtube). This symbol # will tell you when to play it.

Chapter Fourteen: Friends and Allies

Jane stared at Jace with wide eyes, mentally kicking herself. Jace had figured out her real name. How had she let that happen?

Jace took a deep breath and studied her face for a second.

"So… so Jaina is your real name?" He asked in a whisper.

Jane nodded.

"My full name, my real full name, is Jaina Marie Mago," Jane said, suddenly very interested with her shoes.

"Does anyone know besides me?" Jace asked.

"Now? No. The only two other people are dead. And I'm not counting anyone who has seen my birth certificate, because they don't really care," Jane said.

"Why do you go by Jane?" Jace asked.

"It's a long story," Jane said with a sigh.

"I've got time," Jace said. He gave her a lopsided grin. "Any excuse to not go back to Asana."

Jane thought for a moment, before indicating that he should follow her.

"I'll tell you, but you've got to promise to never tell anyone, not your dad or your friends or Obi-Wan and especially not Qui-Gon." Jane said as they continued to walk down the path.

"I promise I won't tell," Jace said, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I'll swear to it on anything you want."

"No, I'll trust your word," Jane said, sitting down on a bench. Jace sat down beside her, waiting anxiously for her story.

"It started when my mom died," Jane said, her eyes staring off into space. "I had just turned three at the time. My mom had ordained who she wanted to take care of me after she was dead, did the paperwork and everything. But I had been taken in as a ward of the state regardless. They didn't listen to me when I told them I was a Jedi, but that the man who my mom wanted to train me was on Coruscant.

"Well, being the rash, impulsive genius I am, I ran away, planning on hitch-hiking to Coruscant. Unfortunately, my disappearance was noticed quickly. I had to go back to the house my mother had lived in to get the paperwork to bring to Qui-Gon, so by the time I had gotten to the spaceport, a 'Missing Child' poster with my name and face on it was everywhere. I used a blanket I had brought with me to wrap my hair and asked a trader heading to Coruscant if I could ride with him, he under the impression that I was a Gamgee from Meedle Oorth. Worried that the Jedi would recognize my name if I told them the truth, I shortened my name to Jane, as that is a Galaxy-wide common name. I kept Mago because that was also common here on Corellia. Qui-Gon and the Council are under the impression I was brought to the Temple by a social worker, when in truth it was just a lady I asked for directions in finding the Temple.

"So, that's basically my tragic backstory," Jane said, leaning back and staring at the small waterfowl swimming in the pond across from them.

"So why not tell your Master?" Jace asked.

"Because then I'd feel obliged to tell him another one of my secrets, one I'd prefer to never, ever tell," Jane said, crossing her arms.

"Why's that?"

Jane glared at Jace briefly.

"It has to do with my father."

Sensing a delicate subject, Jace didn't ask any more.

"I have a twin, you know," Jace said, looking at his hands in his lap. "A twin sister. And I don't even know what she looks like, what her name is or if she's even alive."

Jane shifted her gaze towards him again.

"Dad and Mom were living in this small town on the less occupied side of Corellia," Jace said. "Their town got attacked the same night me and my sister were born. Mom took my sister and Dad took me and they went in different directions to protect us. Dad searched for my mom and sister, but couldn't find them. He tried to talk to her father, my grandfather, but he wouldn't answer any of Dad's calls. He doesn't even let Dad onto the property and he stays locked up in his house.

"So everyone talks about my mom and sister as if they are dead. Except my Aunt Lizzie, my cousin Maria's mom. She and my mom had been best friends, and she's my Dad's twin. She and my uncle helped Dad recover and they even raised me for a year—with their own kid on the way, I may add—when my Dad was going through his depression. Uncle Louis even helped Dad run his business. Aunt Lizzie's the only reason why I know I have a twin."

Jace grinned up at Jane.

"So, Jane, now that we've both shared our tragic back-stories, does this mean we're friends?" He asked.

"I don't know what else that could possibly mean," Jane said, cracking a smile.

Jane entered the room hearing the sound of a piano and wasn't surprised to find Jace sitting in front of it, his fingers flying over the ivory keys, occasionally stopping as he wrote something down on a piece of sheet music.

"What'cha doin'?" Jane asked, sitting beside him.

"Writing you a song," Jace said, playing a chord then wrinkling his nose. Apparently, it didn't sound good for the song.

"What's it called?" Jane asked

"Greensleeves," Jace said with that lopsided grin of his that Jane had come to realize rarely meant anything good.

"Ha ha," Jane said, smiling herself as she moved aside the green sleeves of her robe.

"The words have been around for a while, I'm just giving it a new sound," Jace said, configuring his fingers to make another chord. This one was satisfactory and he grinned and wrote it down.

"How does it go?" Jane asked.

"Like this," Jace said. # He started to play, the music starting off decently loud before becoming soft, "Alas my love, you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was all my delight. Greensleeves was my heart of gold and who but my Lady Greensleeves?"

Jane listened with delight and a broad grin and, when the chorus piece came again, she sang it with him.

The two were so engrossed with the music, they didn't know that Qui-Gon and Denn were standing in the doorway, listening and watching.

"I've never seen this side of Jace before," Denn said in awe. "What of the few friends he has, he didn't warm up to any of them as fast as he has to your Jane."

"Every day, Jane is a cause for worry for me," Qui-Gon admitted. "She is so friendly and sweet, loving and kind, and has a fiery spirit. But her genius and advanced status makes her an outcast amongst the students of her own age. While she has many friends throughout the Temple, none are even close to her own age. Jane and Jace are good for each other, I believe."

"We can't separate them so that they never see each other again," Denn said.

"Perhaps we should encourage them to write frequently, and you and I should stay in contact," Qui-Gon said. "If we are near enough to each other in our travels, then we should get them together."

"I think that's marvelous, Qui-Gon," Denn said. He chuckled. "And to think just yesterday morning, they couldn't stand the sight of one another…"

AN: Jane will still go by Jane until Qui-Gon learns of her real name (and by the end of the story, he will) and then it will change to 'Jaina'.