A/N: Totally forgot to mention earlier… this story was written around a one-shot I posted a few weeks ago called Not Enough. That one-shot will be part IV.

Disclaimer: Still not mine… as much as I wish it were. ::pout::

Part II

"Jaina… Jaina… Jaina!"

She rolled over and coughed violently, hot and uncomfortable as she only succeeded in further entangling herself in her bed sheets. A futile attempt was made to shake off her mother's hand which was pressed against her sweaty forehead, and she was vaguely aware of her father hovering concernedly over her shoulder.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? It's taken us ages to wake you, you seemed a bit… distraught while you slept."

"Yeah," she looked around frantically, trying to get her bearings. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten hundred hours," Han said, voice still tinged with worry.

She clenched her eyes shut and tried to make sense of things… she'd seen Kyp… had it been a dream?

"The door was unlocked," her mother said casually. "You should probably make sure it's sealed before you go to sleep in the future. Just to be safe."

Definitely not a dream then. Finally orienting her legs from the mass of sheets, she stood shakily, keeping the sheet carefully wrapped around her as she dug around for a clean, brown Jedi robe. "The council is meeting, right?" she asked breathlessly, hunting for a thong to tie back her hair.

"I… yes, I believe so," Leia said slowly. Jaina disappeared into the refresher for a few seconds, emerging with the freshly adorned robe in place of the sheet. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I have to talk to Uncle Luke," she muttered and made for the door. Her parents followed her to the large conference room aboard the Mon Mothma that had been appropriated for the use of the Jedi Council. The whole room looked up at her in surprise, mildly alarmed at the sudden and rushed intrusion.

"Good heavens, Jaina," Mara frowned, peering at her niece, "you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I saw Kyp."

A lengthy silence filled the room and she could sense her parents' confusion through the Force. "Jaina," Luke began carefully, "Kyp is nowhere near here."

"How do you know that?"

No one answered, and as Jaina looked around the room, she noticed who was missing, and she went pale. "Where are Masters Hamner and Sebatyne?" A definite ripple of guilt spread across the room.

"We didn't think you'd notice that quickly," Corran Horn said wryly.

Her stomach felt as though it had dropped out from under her. They didn't trust her, had hidden their plans deliberately… and Kyp… he'd come to see if she'd tell him, but he already knew who they'd sent for him, and when… he'd been testing her- and she'd passed through sheer ignorance.

"You have to call them back," she urged. "They're walking into a trap."

"How could you know…?"

"I saw him! Kyp was in my room last night!"

Half the table got to their feet in alarm and surprise. "Why didn't you come to one of us?" Horn demanded. "We might have gotten him before he made it off the ship! If nothing else, you could have alerted your mother and uncle through the Force!"

She recoiled under the onslaught. "He… he did something to me…"

Han stepped angrily in front of his daughter. "Jaina was practically comatose when Leia and I found her; it took us a good quarter-hour to wake her up. He must have, I don't know- Force-drugged her, or something."

Luke turned quickly and concernedly to his niece. "Jaina? What happened? Jaina?"

But she was drifting again, the chamber going in and out of focus as she stood there, not quite comprehending the sounds and voices around her. "Jaina?" And much like the night prior, a corner of her mind remembered, she just slowly succumbed to the blackness and at some point must have fallen, because the last thing she remembered was someone catching her and picking her up- her father or uncle, maybe…

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Like any good healer, Cilghal was well-trained in maintaining an impassive face during an exam; years spent as a Jedi healer had also taught her to suppress her mental and emotional reactions. This morning, however, was taxing both of those skills.

She knew she had failed when she could hear Luke murmur to his sister and brother-in-law that he was going to go check on things and, leaving the small sitting area outside the examination room, came inside to check on his niece.

"How is she?" he asked Cilghal, giving her the opening to explain- or not- her reaction from a minute prior that he must have felt through the Force.

"Her vitals are re-stabilizing," the mon calamari said in her warbley voice. "I am optimistic that she will wake up soon and perhaps she can fill in some more of the… puzzle."

Luke nodded and swept a lock of hair, damp with sweat, off his niece's forehead. "Should I go get Han and Leia?"

"No," she answered quietly, and just a little too quickly. "I want to run something by you, and it might make the parents… uncomfortable."

He grinned wryly. "I'm only a step away from parent," he reminded her.

"You are also the head of the Order and, hopefully, best equipped to speculate on Kyp's abilities and… motives."

Luke frowned at the somber seriousness of Cilghal's voice and face. "What is it, Cilghal? What has he done to her?"

The mon calamari pointed out a holochart display next to Jaina's bed. "The reason for her heavy sleep and difficulty waking- and staying awake- is simple enough. It seems that someone- Master Durron, presumably- has flooded the part of the brain which releases certain chemical signals, urging her body to sleep. Not unlike the process a Jedi goes through when entering a trance."

Luke's frown deepened. "Invasive," he acknowledged, "but it doesn't explain much. Why the physical symptoms of illness?"

"Why indeed?" Cilghal murmured. "Master Skywalker, are you aware if your niece has been… seeing anyone?"

A brief flicker of surprise at her question was soon suppressed. "I believe so," he said slowly. "I think she's been dating one of the pilots in her squadron."

She nodded- or at least moved her head back and forth in the rough equivalent for a mon cal. "I wonder if you are aware of the hormone inhibitor that some human females- often those in military service who have limited access to formal medical care outside their base ship- receive as an injection, usually every few months?"

"I am." Luke was sort of beginning to see the wisdom of leaving Han and Leia out in the hallway for the moment.

"I have found the chemicals in Jaina's bloodstream which indicate that she received an injection within the past month or so. Her body seems to be fighting the drug, however."

Luke stared at her uncomprehendingly. "Fighting it? How could her body suddenly decide to rebel against something that has been there for a month, and possibly longer?" He froze, thinking and remembering. "Jaina… she wanted to bring him in, when she returned from training with Rogue Squadron. You don't think… could Kyp have done something, somehow used the Force to persuade her body to fight the medication, convince her that she's sick and keep her sidelined?"

Cilghal regarded him for a minute, big eyes indecipherable. "That, Master Skywalker, would require the assumption that Master Durron was aware of the presence of a foreign chemical in her bloodstream."

He shrugged. "It's the worst-kept secret in the Order that Kyp and Jaina were involved romantically while she was his apprentice. But…" he thought about it, "he alienated her months ago… too long for the residual effects of the medication to still be present… of course, he could know about her and Jag…"

The healer held up a hand and stopped his speculation mid-stride. "It is possible, but I think unlikely. If my suspicions are correct, I don't think Kyp's intention was to harm Jaina- at least, not in the way you're thinking." He stared at her questioningly. "Master Skywalker, I think… I think that, while your niece was unconscious, Master Durron attempted to use the Force to manipulate her body in an effort to…" she looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable, "to raise the possibility of conception."

His shock was not contained that time. He was vaguely aware of Leia's concern, and he gestured with his hand and the lock on the door clicked. "Cilghal," his face paled. "Cilghal, was Jaina raped?"

"I cannot be certain."

"Why?"

She hesitated. "There are signs that Jaina has recently had intercourse, but the most specific time frame the analytic droids can tell me is within the past twenty-four hours. Normally there would be physical indicators… bruises, blood…but given the circumstances…"

Luke felt decidedly queasy. "So either Kyp waited until she was unconscious…" He had a sudden idea. "But not necessarily. If we got Jag down here and ran some DNA matches…?" His voice trailed off hopefully but Cilghal shook her head.

"We need to wait for her to wake up first. You aren't considering a third option."

"Third?"

"We don't know why Kyp was in her room at all. It's possible that he approached her and she… accepted the proposition. In which case, you'd be putting her in the situation of explaining that to her boyfriend and possibly her parents with little warning."

Luke sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. "What do we tell Han and Leia, in the meantime?"

"For now… that the assault on her brain was strong and undisciplined and thus causing her inability to pull herself out of it as she normally would a trance."

He nodded. Leia would know that there was something he wasn't telling her- so he'd leave the explaining to Cilghal, who was much more practiced at this sort of thing.

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She woke slowly, gradually becoming more aware of the sounds of the infirmary; droids whirred as they moved around out in the corridor, and the one next to her was humming and making a low beeping sound as it kept track of her vital signs.

Her eyes opened and she squinted against the light. A cup of water sat on the tray next to the bed, and she reached for it- and nearly knocked it over in surprise when the droid suddenly spoke.

"Ah, you're awake, Miss Solo," the droid's voice was a shade less-prissy than Threepio's. "Mistress Cilghal would like to speak with you if you are feeling well enough."

"Oh, I… sure," she muttered, taking a long sip from the water. Her head hurt a little, but it was clear, and the aches in her body had diminished since she'd woken up and spoken with her parents… how long ago was that? "What time is it?" she queried the droid.

"Twelve minutes before eighteen hundred standard hours."

She sat back with a tired sigh. Whatever was wrong with her, it had certainly taken up her day; she'd slept three hours after fainting in the meeting, and apparently another five nearly now. She sensed the approaching healer, however, and looked towards the door moments before she appeared.

"Jaina," Cilghal slid noiselessly into the room, "how are you feeling?"

"Fine… slight headache, and my body feels like I've just run the length of the ship and back a few times, but… fine. Are my parents still here?"

Cilghal shook her head. "They left when you went back to sleep earlier, I told them I would call them when you awoke again, but I need to speak to you first; as does Master Skywalker."

Something in the way she said that put Jaina on edge. "What's wrong?"

"Hopefully nothing," the mon calamari's gravelly voice was as reassuring as it could be. "But we need to ask you a few things." Jaina looked around, as though expecting to see her uncle standing somewhere unnoticed. Cilghal followed her thoughts. "Master Skywalker will join us momentarily, but I have a couple of medical questions of a more personal nature."

"Okay."

"Jaina, your blood sample showed that you're receiving injections of a hormone inhibitor." Jaina nodded. "When were you last medicated?"

The young woman frowned, thinking. "It would have been… five weeks ago, maybe six."

"And can you tell me the last time you had intercourse?"

Jaina went slightly red but answered steadily after a moment's pause. "A week ago." The faintest flicker of… something… caught her attention from the healer but it was gone before she could pinpoint the emotion. "Can I ask why that matters?"

She got the sense that Cilghal was choosing her words carefully. "It seems that Master Durron's efforts last night inadvertently affected the chemicals in your system, causing the semblance of illness. I believe I have managed to overcome the issue, however, and will give you an additional low-dose to ensure continued… effectiveness."

"Oh… okay…" Jaina frowned. Before she could ask for further clarification on the matter, her uncle tapped on the door and Cilghal summoned him in. "Uncle Luke," she said warmly, if a bit warily. "How are things?"

"Alright," he smiled. "Saba and Kenth are optimistic about locating Kyp soon. But how are you?"

She waved the question away. "You didn't recall them?" she demanded.

"No," he looked puzzled. "Don't you think Kyp would expect that?"

"Only if he thought I would betray him in favor of the council!" She took a deep breath. "And I don't think he thinks that. Now he'll think that I really…" she trailed away and looked bothered. Luke and Cilghal exchanged a glance; Cilghal shook her head almost imperceptibly.

Luke sighed. "Jaina, if you're feeling okay, I need you to tell me everything that happened last night. Every detail you remember."

"There isn't much," she admitted. "He'd been… calling to me somehow, for a couple nights, so I couldn't sleep well. I was lying there, trying to sleep and… Kyp was just suddenly there, next to my bed. I didn't hear him, or sense him come in, I've no idea how he did it."

"Do you know what he wanted?"

She shrugged. "He said he wanted to know if I'd choose him or the Council; I didn't understand. He said…" she hesitated. "He said that he expected you'd send someone else- and he specifically speculated about Masters Hamner and Sebatyne- to go after him. I told him you hadn't and probably wouldn't." She sounded bitter at the last part, and Luke winced.

"No one off the Council knew," he said softly. "Not even your parents." When she didn't respond, he asked, "Did he say anything else?"

"I don't… he said that he hadn't wanted to hurt Master Horn. He seemed… apologetic. And he'd heard about Anakin and Jacen," her breath caught for a moment, "and he was sorry."

"Is there anything else?" he asked softly. She hesitated. "I'm sorry, Jaina, I know it's… personal. But it's very important."

She sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders in defeat. "Nothing significant," she muttered. "He was… sentimental. He said he missed me, that he… that he loved me," she went a bit pink and Luke pretended not to notice. "He asked me to leave with him; I said I couldn't. He understood."

Luke hesitated a moment. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"He held me; he called me 'goddess,' so apparently the ruse is spreading," she added ruefully. "And… I was getting so tired, and I felt like I was falling asleep. He said," she blushed and looked down, "he promised that soon I'd be his again, when the war was over. But that's the last thing he said," she looked up again. "Or at least, the last I remember."

Luke and Cilghal exchanged another look. "What?" Jaina asked slowly. "Please tell me what's wrong, one of you."

"Jaina," her uncle said softly. "There's no easy way to tell you this, but…" he looked down and closed his eyes, an uncharacteristic expression of wearied sorrow from the Jedi master. "We think Kyp raped you."

The ensuing silence was heavy, and seemed to stretch on much longer than it really did. And then, completely inexplicably… Jaina laughed. "What? You think? Uncle Luke… I know Kyp has done some bad things recently, but, besides hurting Master Horn who was already attacking him, he's been doing them to fight the Vong, or the Peace Brigade. If he'd wanted…" she went pink again and looked away. "If that was what he was after, he would have asked. He seems to have forgotten just how much he hurt me at Sernpidal all those months ago," she added softly.

"Maybe he knew about Jag," Luke said evenly.

She was dubious. "If he did, he wouldn't have come to me, and he certainly wouldn't have asked me to run away with him. He loves me- or thinks he does, anyway- and if he knew about Jag, he'd have been angry or jealous, but he doesn't operate on that personal level of cruelty."

Luke sighed and nodded towards Cilghal who stepped to her bedside and sat on a stool. Luke stood and strode to the door, looking out the small window with his hands clasped behind his back. This gave them a semblance of privacy, but told Jaina that he wasn't finished with this conversation. For the first time, she felt a flicker of fear and turned stoically to the healer.

"Jaina," the mon calamari said gently. "Your body shows signs of recent intercourse; much more recent than the week it's been since you last recall any such encounter," she pointed out softly. "Having eliminated the possibility of your boyfriend or a consensual encounter with Kyp, I'm afraid there's no other conclusion that can be drawn."

Luke had to fight from recoiling against the wave of distress radiating from his niece. "Why?" she whispered. "He's never hurt me like that- not intentionally anyway. Why would he…?" she trailed away before looking back up at Cilghal, her demeanor turning cold. "Why did you want to know about the inhibitor medication? You said he inadvertently affected it… Master Cilghal? What did he do to me?"

The pain in her voice was minute next to the angst Luke felt pouring from her. He came back to the bedside and sat, speaking lowly. "Jaina, there's more, and it'll probably hurt worse than what you already know." She nodded dumbly. "Kyp seems to have used the Force to invade and manipulate your body while you were asleep in an effort to ensure that you would conceive."

She froze. "Why?"

He sighed. "Based on what you've told us, I'm forced to conclude that he thought you'd never know, about either act. If he didn't know you'd been seeing anyone, he likely thought you had ceased the treatment after leaving him, and consequently did not foresee the adverse reaction between the chemical and his attempts at manipulating your body through the Force."

"Why?" her voice was soft by steely.

"I think…" he hesitated. "He seems dangerously attached to you, based on your account. My best guess is that he thought that, if you were carrying his child, you would be 'his,' again and forever, that you'd have no choice but to go to him. Perhaps he planned to come back again and seduce you, giving a plausible explanation for a pregnancy after so many months' absence."

"But Jag…" she whispered.

"You've already discounted the idea that he knew about Jag. He certainly seems under the impression that you care for him still; perhaps it never crossed his mind that you weren't coming back, that you've already moved on."

Jaina struggled to keep her tears at bay. "So… am I pregnant?" she asked Cilghal, eyes wide and terrified.

"It is much too early to say, even for a Jedi," Cilghal said softly. "But on the whole, it seems unlikely. Your body fought against the attack, and the effectiveness of the medication, while diminished, does not seem to have been nullified. We can't know for sure for a couple of weeks though."

She stared stoically ahead at the door, numb and in shock. "In the meantime," Luke continued softly, "if you'd like, we can be discreet about this; I understand if you'd prefer no one else to know, but we should see about ensuring you are protected, especially at night." She was mute, and Luke sighed sadly, sensing her desire for space. He was almost out the door when it opened from the outside and Mara burst in.

"Saba," she snapped, handing a comlink to Luke. He took it and conversed in low tones, and Mara turned and regarded her niece. She had not been privy to the most recent goings-on, but could easily sense her niece's distraught and withdrawn feelings. Her wonderings about what had happened between Jaina, Luke, and Cilghal were cut short when Luke thumbed off the comlink and turned sadly back to the others.

"You better prepare for a new patient," he told Cilghal somberly.

"Saba?"

He shook his head. "Kenth. He's going to need a new hand."

End Part II