The Funeral
By obi's girl
How could this happen, Jag cried, staring at his fiancé's burial pyre. We never even had the chance to be together or grow old together and watch our grandchildren...Jagged Fel wanted to hit something, anything to dull the pain of loosing Jaina. He glanced up as Luke Skywalker and his Uncle neared him; the two of them probably wanted to offer their condolences but Jag didn't want to hear it.
He just wished all the pain could go away and there was nothing, no memories, nothing. Jag turned away, walking in the opposite direction. It would be hard the next couple days; people would stop by and say they were sorry and it was a great loss to not only him but everyone. He'd have to smile and say 'thank you' and move along, only to be met by someone else who would say the same thing...
Strangely, Jag always believed Jaina was invincible because she was a Jedi. A warrior and immortal; it was stupid to believe that but he never once believed it could all end and Jaina would be taken away from him. Just once, he wished were a Jedi so he could go out and slaughter the Vong. They didn't deserve to live; none of them.
"Jag...?" Luke asked, stopping the pilot in his tracks as he started to leave. Jag huffed, facing the Jedi Master. It was strange, throughout the entire service, Jag expected Luke to belt over and start crying uncontrollably because he was Jaina's Uncle. He never did and in a way, that angered Jag but he knew he was grieving in his own way. Luke smiled at him, removing a silver cylinder from his robe --- Jaina's lightsaber. "She would have wanted you to have this...I don't know what you can do with it since you're not a Jedi, but I know she would have wanted you to have it and keep it safe for her."
"Just wish I could have kept her safe," Jag mumbled, taking the lightsaber in his hands. Jaina's lightsaber had been everything to her, despite the fact she rarely used it. She was more accustomed to using a blaster than a lightsaber; her aim was always precise and hardly ever off-target. "Thank you, Master Skywalker." Jag turned away from him, gripping the lightsaber in his hand as he disappeared from the Temple.
~~
Jagged Fel huffed, staring up at the night's moon. He had been sitting on one the hillsides for the past two hours, trying not to remember Jaina and his own pain. He'd have to go through her things tomorrow with Jacen, her only living brother. After Myrkr, everyone believed Jacen was dead along with Anakin. By some miracle, Jacen was kept alive and nursed by Vergere. But there was no way Anakin could ever be brought back. Jag couldn't even imagine what Leia was probably going through at that moment. She had lost both her sons on Myrkr and even though she had one of them back, she'd lost another child.
It wasn't fair...Everything was a wreck...
Jag stood up, glaring at the clouds, "Why did you leave me, Jaina?!" He shouted, tears threatening his eyes, "We could have been so happy! I hate you for this, Sticks! Damnit, I loved you...and I still do. But you're not here; you'll never be here again. I'll never have the chance to tell you 'I love you' every morning after waking up. It's not fair, Sticks, what you're putting me through."
[i] Jag...[/i] a voice cried.
He turned, if it was one of Jaina's family, he didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want to see anyone, except the her face. He wanted to run his fingers down her cheeks and stare into her eyes, and know everything was going to be all right.
[i] Jag...[/i] the voice repeated as Jag's eyes cleared.
He was able to make out a bluish-white ethereal body, but it could have been anything but it wasn't. It was Jaina. She smiled lovingly at him; her hair was unbounded and dressed in a loose white gown. [i] Hello, my love. [/i ]
"Jaina....? How? What are you?" he asked, still in awe of how beautiful she actually was.
She shrugged, [i] I'm dead; I'm not here, well, physically anyway. But I had to talk to you. [/i]
Jag huffed, staring again at the moonlight, "What about? That you're sorry you're dead?"
He expected her to get angry with him but she didn't. Instead, Jaina simply touched his shoulder. It was a weird feeling; she was after all a ghost but it was a soothing feeling; like she was still with him and had never left. [i] I know you miss you, Jag. The dead can feel when people in this life miss them...I miss you, too. I'll always miss you. [/i]
Jag turned to her, "Why? Why did you have to be shot down....?"
Jaina shrugged, [i] You think I wanted to be shot down, Jagged Fel? I was careful but something went wrong...Look, Jag I came here to talk to you about what's going to happen tomorrow. [/i]
"I don't want to talk about that, Jaina..."
[i] You have to because it's important. Not only tomorrow but the rest of your life...I know it's something you probably don't want to hear but you have to. Jag, you will move on and you'll find love again. I promise you you'll never be alone. I'll spare you that pain. [/i]
He looked into her eyes; he wanted to be angry with her but he couldn't. "You were my true love, Jaina. My life was supposed to be spent with you and you only. I know that now, but moving on? That'll never happen."
She smirked,[i] "Oh, it'll happen. Not right away, of course, but it'll happen and you'll fall in love again. Just to let you know, I won't be jealous as long as you're happy and not wasting your life. I don't want you to waste your life, Jag. You need to live it and find happiness. [/i] Jaina stood up, smiling at him, [i] I have to go now, but I'll always be watching over you, my love. Goodbye, Jag [/i]
"Jaina, no, don't go!" he cried but it was too late; her ghost had already disappeared and he was alone again.
the end
How could this happen, Jag cried, staring at his fiancé's burial pyre. We never even had the chance to be together or grow old together and watch our grandchildren...Jagged Fel wanted to hit something, anything to dull the pain of loosing Jaina. He glanced up as Luke Skywalker and his Uncle neared him; the two of them probably wanted to offer their condolences but Jag didn't want to hear it.
He just wished all the pain could go away and there was nothing, no memories, nothing. Jag turned away, walking in the opposite direction. It would be hard the next couple days; people would stop by and say they were sorry and it was a great loss to not only him but everyone. He'd have to smile and say 'thank you' and move along, only to be met by someone else who would say the same thing...
Strangely, Jag always believed Jaina was invincible because she was a Jedi. A warrior and immortal; it was stupid to believe that but he never once believed it could all end and Jaina would be taken away from him. Just once, he wished were a Jedi so he could go out and slaughter the Vong. They didn't deserve to live; none of them.
"Jag...?" Luke asked, stopping the pilot in his tracks as he started to leave. Jag huffed, facing the Jedi Master. It was strange, throughout the entire service, Jag expected Luke to belt over and start crying uncontrollably because he was Jaina's Uncle. He never did and in a way, that angered Jag but he knew he was grieving in his own way. Luke smiled at him, removing a silver cylinder from his robe --- Jaina's lightsaber. "She would have wanted you to have this...I don't know what you can do with it since you're not a Jedi, but I know she would have wanted you to have it and keep it safe for her."
"Just wish I could have kept her safe," Jag mumbled, taking the lightsaber in his hands. Jaina's lightsaber had been everything to her, despite the fact she rarely used it. She was more accustomed to using a blaster than a lightsaber; her aim was always precise and hardly ever off-target. "Thank you, Master Skywalker." Jag turned away from him, gripping the lightsaber in his hand as he disappeared from the Temple.
~~
Jagged Fel huffed, staring up at the night's moon. He had been sitting on one the hillsides for the past two hours, trying not to remember Jaina and his own pain. He'd have to go through her things tomorrow with Jacen, her only living brother. After Myrkr, everyone believed Jacen was dead along with Anakin. By some miracle, Jacen was kept alive and nursed by Vergere. But there was no way Anakin could ever be brought back. Jag couldn't even imagine what Leia was probably going through at that moment. She had lost both her sons on Myrkr and even though she had one of them back, she'd lost another child.
It wasn't fair...Everything was a wreck...
Jag stood up, glaring at the clouds, "Why did you leave me, Jaina?!" He shouted, tears threatening his eyes, "We could have been so happy! I hate you for this, Sticks! Damnit, I loved you...and I still do. But you're not here; you'll never be here again. I'll never have the chance to tell you 'I love you' every morning after waking up. It's not fair, Sticks, what you're putting me through."
[i] Jag...[/i] a voice cried.
He turned, if it was one of Jaina's family, he didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want to see anyone, except the her face. He wanted to run his fingers down her cheeks and stare into her eyes, and know everything was going to be all right.
[i] Jag...[/i] the voice repeated as Jag's eyes cleared.
He was able to make out a bluish-white ethereal body, but it could have been anything but it wasn't. It was Jaina. She smiled lovingly at him; her hair was unbounded and dressed in a loose white gown. [i] Hello, my love. [/i ]
"Jaina....? How? What are you?" he asked, still in awe of how beautiful she actually was.
She shrugged, [i] I'm dead; I'm not here, well, physically anyway. But I had to talk to you. [/i]
Jag huffed, staring again at the moonlight, "What about? That you're sorry you're dead?"
He expected her to get angry with him but she didn't. Instead, Jaina simply touched his shoulder. It was a weird feeling; she was after all a ghost but it was a soothing feeling; like she was still with him and had never left. [i] I know you miss you, Jag. The dead can feel when people in this life miss them...I miss you, too. I'll always miss you. [/i]
Jag turned to her, "Why? Why did you have to be shot down....?"
Jaina shrugged, [i] You think I wanted to be shot down, Jagged Fel? I was careful but something went wrong...Look, Jag I came here to talk to you about what's going to happen tomorrow. [/i]
"I don't want to talk about that, Jaina..."
[i] You have to because it's important. Not only tomorrow but the rest of your life...I know it's something you probably don't want to hear but you have to. Jag, you will move on and you'll find love again. I promise you you'll never be alone. I'll spare you that pain. [/i]
He looked into her eyes; he wanted to be angry with her but he couldn't. "You were my true love, Jaina. My life was supposed to be spent with you and you only. I know that now, but moving on? That'll never happen."
She smirked,[i] "Oh, it'll happen. Not right away, of course, but it'll happen and you'll fall in love again. Just to let you know, I won't be jealous as long as you're happy and not wasting your life. I don't want you to waste your life, Jag. You need to live it and find happiness. [/i] Jaina stood up, smiling at him, [i] I have to go now, but I'll always be watching over you, my love. Goodbye, Jag [/i]
"Jaina, no, don't go!" he cried but it was too late; her ghost had already disappeared and he was alone again.
the end