Jaina's Journal_Entry 10
No Waiting for Tomorrow
By obi's girl
I was bound to leave the officer's lounge when Jag showed up; I smiled hello at him as he swept me up in his arms and kissed me. Obviously, the talk with his father went well or they broke some common ground. I kissed him back, my arms around his neck. "Hmm. That was a nice surprise. What happened?"
He shrugged back, "There was screaming for a time but we came to an understanding. I'm staying, Sticks. I'm not going anywhere."
"Jag, that's wonderful!" I cried, hugging him back. "So, what do we do now?" Jag kissed me again before letting me down from his arms though I didn't mind him holding me for a while.
"I really don't know; there's the Vong but I'd really like to focus on us."
I smiled back, settling down in a chair as he pulled up another. It was strange. When I first met him, he was always stoic and quiet but now, he was different. I pulled him out his shell and made him realize his humanity, and that he actually could have a sense of humor and smile every once in awhile. I did that.
"Actually, about us - I did some thinking while you were talking with your dad. About your proposal, I thought about it and one thing always came to mind, there are no definites, no tomorrow. We don't know what's going to happen months from now, or if we'll even survive sanity." I paused, smiling at him again, "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is 'Yes.' Yes."
Jag leaned forward and kissed me as I removed the chain from my neck and opened the clasp, slipping off the ring. He took it in his hand and smiled, sliding it on my finger. He kissed me again, taking in my last words. "You're right, Sticks. We can't wait for tomorrow or what the next few months will bring."
"Now, all we have to do is tell my family, and your Uncle. How do ya think they'll react?" He shrugged as I stood up from the chair and sat in his lap. "I don't know, but however it turns out, it doesn't matter as long you're here in my life."
I laughed, kissing his cheek, whispering, "That better not be the cocky pilot in you, otherwise I would be furious."
"It isn't. It's the human side of me, the human side you brought in me." Jag smiled, staring at me and grinned, "You did. Before I met you, I was impassive all the time with the exception of my boldness."
I smiled, remembering our first meeting. His eyes raked me over which caused me to blush partially. "I remember, but remember this, you were born human Jagged Fel even though you were raised Chiss. It was always in you; I just awakened it."
"True, but you made me realize some things about my life. Things that were missing, and to never say no to a challenge."
"Hmm, but sometimes it is a good idea to..." I mused, remembering Corran's confrontation with Deign Ling.
Jag frowned, noticing my contemplation. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories."
I nodded, kissing his cheek again. "It wasn't you. I was just remembering an old friend of my Uncles'. Corran Horn. Heard of him?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Those politicians, they didn't see what he was trying do. All they saw was that he guaranteed the destruction of a planet. What about the people that was evacuated? He saved them."
"I know, but it's politicians like Borsk Fey'lya that refuse to see things for what they really are.... No, you know what? I don't want to talk about politics. This is our moment. It shouldn't be shared with those guys."
Jag smiled again and as he was about to kiss me again, his COMlink interrupted us; mine included. We both moaned, as he pulled his, scowling partly. "Colonel Fel, reporting."
~Jag, it's Gavin Darklighter? Is Lieutenant Solo with you? ~ I laughed, snatching the COM link from him. "Very funny, Colonel. What is it?"
~Just a guess, Sticks. Since you're both together, could the two of you come down to the briefing room? We're going to work out alternate patrols. ~
I glanced at Jag but he only shrugged, unsure what Gavin had planned. "Of course. We'll be down there right away." I concluded, handing Jag his COMlink as he attached it back on his belt. "Duty calls, again."
"Both of us?"
I shrugged, standing from the table. "Maybe it's a crossover; Chiss and Rogue Squadron working together." I took Jag's arm as we both walked out of the lounge, missing a silent Zekk in the shadows, watching us leave.
**
Jacen! What was my brother doing here? He wasn't military. Jag saw my worry and shrugged, let go of my arm and walked over to Wedge and Gavin. I nudged Jacen but he only shrugged as I glanced at Gavin, Wedge and Jag. Jag nodded to his Uncle, understanding the plan before the three of them were ready to begin. "Baron Fel talked with Counselor Fey'lya, regarding our resources and he came to a decision." Gavin stared, nodding to Jag.
The younger man didn't say anything, except remain impassive as always. You can take the human out a Chiss, but you can't take the Chiss out of a human.
"He proposed we make the Squadron a mixed Squadron; the Chiss will be working with us full time now. Jag will coordinate runs and sims, but that's not all." He raised a finger and gestured for Jacen to step forward. "Jacen Solo has volunteered to assist us."
I frowned, grinding my teeth. I knew Jacen hadn't been using the Force lately, and had fallen behind but working for military full time? Jace saw my panic and lowered his profile. I raised my hand, biting my lip. "Sorry Colonel, but can I say something?"
Don't lose it, Jaina. Don't lose it. Jacen warned.
"Speaking as your sister, Jacen, why are you doing this? Uncle Luke needs you; or dad does. The point, I don't need a baby-sitter watching my back."
He nodded, retorting, "This isn't about you. It's about me, and I won't get in your way so don't worry about it."
Jag stepped up, anxious to move things along and prevent a sibling argument. "We'll work sims first in pairs; top shot pilots against rookies, then we'll mix things around." He lowered his voice, gazing at me. "Sticks, can I talk to you in private?"
I huffed as several of my squad mates "Ooo'd.' I rolled my eyes; it was cute before but now it was annoying. Gavin and Wedge took care of the rest as I talked to Jag in private. "What is it?"
"I'm putting you up last for sims...." I was about to rebuke but allowed him to continue.
"You're really good; the best pilot in the squadron and that's why I need your help here. And one more thing - don't give your brother a hard time. No matter what you think, he isn't here to keep an eye on you. Keep focused."
"All right. So if I'm going last, what will I do until then?"
He shrugged, smiling cockeyed. "I could use some help judging the pilots. Care to join me?"
I blushed, glancing at Gavin and Wedge then looked back at Jag. "You got it, but I have to warn you, I can get brutal sometimes."
Jag swayed his head, countering, "So can I."
I was bound to leave the officer's lounge when Jag showed up; I smiled hello at him as he swept me up in his arms and kissed me. Obviously, the talk with his father went well or they broke some common ground. I kissed him back, my arms around his neck. "Hmm. That was a nice surprise. What happened?"
He shrugged back, "There was screaming for a time but we came to an understanding. I'm staying, Sticks. I'm not going anywhere."
"Jag, that's wonderful!" I cried, hugging him back. "So, what do we do now?" Jag kissed me again before letting me down from his arms though I didn't mind him holding me for a while.
"I really don't know; there's the Vong but I'd really like to focus on us."
I smiled back, settling down in a chair as he pulled up another. It was strange. When I first met him, he was always stoic and quiet but now, he was different. I pulled him out his shell and made him realize his humanity, and that he actually could have a sense of humor and smile every once in awhile. I did that.
"Actually, about us - I did some thinking while you were talking with your dad. About your proposal, I thought about it and one thing always came to mind, there are no definites, no tomorrow. We don't know what's going to happen months from now, or if we'll even survive sanity." I paused, smiling at him again, "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is 'Yes.' Yes."
Jag leaned forward and kissed me as I removed the chain from my neck and opened the clasp, slipping off the ring. He took it in his hand and smiled, sliding it on my finger. He kissed me again, taking in my last words. "You're right, Sticks. We can't wait for tomorrow or what the next few months will bring."
"Now, all we have to do is tell my family, and your Uncle. How do ya think they'll react?" He shrugged as I stood up from the chair and sat in his lap. "I don't know, but however it turns out, it doesn't matter as long you're here in my life."
I laughed, kissing his cheek, whispering, "That better not be the cocky pilot in you, otherwise I would be furious."
"It isn't. It's the human side of me, the human side you brought in me." Jag smiled, staring at me and grinned, "You did. Before I met you, I was impassive all the time with the exception of my boldness."
I smiled, remembering our first meeting. His eyes raked me over which caused me to blush partially. "I remember, but remember this, you were born human Jagged Fel even though you were raised Chiss. It was always in you; I just awakened it."
"True, but you made me realize some things about my life. Things that were missing, and to never say no to a challenge."
"Hmm, but sometimes it is a good idea to..." I mused, remembering Corran's confrontation with Deign Ling.
Jag frowned, noticing my contemplation. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories."
I nodded, kissing his cheek again. "It wasn't you. I was just remembering an old friend of my Uncles'. Corran Horn. Heard of him?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Those politicians, they didn't see what he was trying do. All they saw was that he guaranteed the destruction of a planet. What about the people that was evacuated? He saved them."
"I know, but it's politicians like Borsk Fey'lya that refuse to see things for what they really are.... No, you know what? I don't want to talk about politics. This is our moment. It shouldn't be shared with those guys."
Jag smiled again and as he was about to kiss me again, his COMlink interrupted us; mine included. We both moaned, as he pulled his, scowling partly. "Colonel Fel, reporting."
~Jag, it's Gavin Darklighter? Is Lieutenant Solo with you? ~ I laughed, snatching the COM link from him. "Very funny, Colonel. What is it?"
~Just a guess, Sticks. Since you're both together, could the two of you come down to the briefing room? We're going to work out alternate patrols. ~
I glanced at Jag but he only shrugged, unsure what Gavin had planned. "Of course. We'll be down there right away." I concluded, handing Jag his COMlink as he attached it back on his belt. "Duty calls, again."
"Both of us?"
I shrugged, standing from the table. "Maybe it's a crossover; Chiss and Rogue Squadron working together." I took Jag's arm as we both walked out of the lounge, missing a silent Zekk in the shadows, watching us leave.
**
Jacen! What was my brother doing here? He wasn't military. Jag saw my worry and shrugged, let go of my arm and walked over to Wedge and Gavin. I nudged Jacen but he only shrugged as I glanced at Gavin, Wedge and Jag. Jag nodded to his Uncle, understanding the plan before the three of them were ready to begin. "Baron Fel talked with Counselor Fey'lya, regarding our resources and he came to a decision." Gavin stared, nodding to Jag.
The younger man didn't say anything, except remain impassive as always. You can take the human out a Chiss, but you can't take the Chiss out of a human.
"He proposed we make the Squadron a mixed Squadron; the Chiss will be working with us full time now. Jag will coordinate runs and sims, but that's not all." He raised a finger and gestured for Jacen to step forward. "Jacen Solo has volunteered to assist us."
I frowned, grinding my teeth. I knew Jacen hadn't been using the Force lately, and had fallen behind but working for military full time? Jace saw my panic and lowered his profile. I raised my hand, biting my lip. "Sorry Colonel, but can I say something?"
Don't lose it, Jaina. Don't lose it. Jacen warned.
"Speaking as your sister, Jacen, why are you doing this? Uncle Luke needs you; or dad does. The point, I don't need a baby-sitter watching my back."
He nodded, retorting, "This isn't about you. It's about me, and I won't get in your way so don't worry about it."
Jag stepped up, anxious to move things along and prevent a sibling argument. "We'll work sims first in pairs; top shot pilots against rookies, then we'll mix things around." He lowered his voice, gazing at me. "Sticks, can I talk to you in private?"
I huffed as several of my squad mates "Ooo'd.' I rolled my eyes; it was cute before but now it was annoying. Gavin and Wedge took care of the rest as I talked to Jag in private. "What is it?"
"I'm putting you up last for sims...." I was about to rebuke but allowed him to continue.
"You're really good; the best pilot in the squadron and that's why I need your help here. And one more thing - don't give your brother a hard time. No matter what you think, he isn't here to keep an eye on you. Keep focused."
"All right. So if I'm going last, what will I do until then?"
He shrugged, smiling cockeyed. "I could use some help judging the pilots. Care to join me?"
I blushed, glancing at Gavin and Wedge then looked back at Jag. "You got it, but I have to warn you, I can get brutal sometimes."
Jag swayed his head, countering, "So can I."