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Jaina_Jag_Index Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/1/06 5:31am Subject: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	NEW HOLIDAY CHALLENGE! So yes, the holidays are winding down, but who says they are in the GFFA? This challenge will run from January 1st to January 31st, 2006. All entries should be posted in the challenge thread and contain the proper indexing information at the top so it can be added to the index. The post rules are as follows - An entry should be no longer than 3,000 words. A holiday should be part of the story. Jaina and Jag should be in the story. (No brainer ) At least one family relation of both Jaina and Jag should be part of the story. The opening sentence given must be used. OPENING SENTENCE: "It looks like snow." As always we are looking for judges. Please PM TKeira_Lea if you would like to volunteer. To all those braving the challenge, have fun -----signature----- Managers of the Jaina/Jag Index If you have a Jaina/Jag story, PM us! http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13884802&replies=0
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aurrasingrules101 Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 1/1/06 12:39pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	first entry i whipped this out in about fifteen minutes, so not so sure about the quality, but ah well. hope you enjoy anyway. oh, and i borrowed a few lines from The Swarm War by Troy Denning Unfinished “It looks like snow.” Jaina turned to observe her mother wryly. Leia Solo stood a few feet away from the window seat were Jaina sat, pretending to be interested in the outside world. Jaina knew better. Her mother was worried and it showed, now matter how hard she tried to hide it. Jaina sighed reluctantly, knowing the conversation she had feared was imminent. When Leia put her mind to something, a rampaging Wampa couldn't hold her back. “That would make Dad happy,” Jaina responded. Leia nodded. She moved to take a seat by Jaina, no longer pretending to be interested in the Corellian climate. “He hasn't spent a Winter Fete on Corellia in years. Snow would thrill him.” Both women were silent for a long while, watching each other in the reflection off the transparisteel. “Jaina,” Leia began finally, “I know it's hard, being separated like this on a holiday, but you need it. Both of you.” Jaina looked at her hands. The one time the former Chief of State's intuition failed her; Jaina could only wish her mother had been right. “You got it all wrong, Mom,” she answered at long last. “The hive doesn't have a hold on me anymore...and neither does Zekk. With Raynar gone...it almost seems like the last year and a half was a dream.” A nightmare, she thought silently. Leia gave Jaina a pained look. “Then what's bothering you, honey? Don't try to tell me there's nothing wrong. I can feel it.” Jaina didn't want to talk about it. She especially didn't want to talk about it with Leia. But she had her in a corner, with no way to escape. Literally. “I can't help but wonder what could have been,” she said softly, almost too softly to hear. Leia knew then. Jaina could see it in her eyes, the dawning realization. For a minute she was speechless. “What makes this Winter Fete different? You've went the past six years without Jag, Jaina. Why is this just bothering you now?” Jaina ran a wearied hand over her face. “I keep thinking about how he must feel about me now, after all I did. All I put him through that I shouldn't have. He didn't deserve this, Mom. He deserved better than me. I guess it's bothering me now because...well, it'll be the first Winter Fete when I stop believing he still loves me.” Jaina didn't even realize she was crying until she saw her tear-stained face in the frosted window. * * * Jag kicked the snow from his boots before opening the front door to his home. Immediately his senses were assaulted with the smell of cinnamon and ryshcate. He smiled, recognizing it as the first sign his mother was preparing for Winter Fete. “Jag!” his sister Wyn yelled as she saw him. “You're home already.” “We finished up early,” Jag answered. “Where's Mother?” “In the kitchen. She's teaching me how to fix ryshcate,” Wyn answered. Jag followed her into the kitchen, where he greeted and embraced his mother. He took a seat at the kitchen table while the two women continued to cook. “You had an uneventful trip, I hope,” Syal commented as she stirred a bowl of batter. “Yes,” Jag answered. Syal smiled. “You sound disappointed.” Jag only grinned tightly. It wasn't the kind of event his mother thought that he missed. He had been to New Coruscant, an envoy for the Chiss and their new agreement with the Galactic Alliance concerning the Killik conflict. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he had hoped to see Jaina there. The problem was that no matter how hard he tried to hate her, he just couldn't make himself. He was angry, to be certain, and a far cry from forgiving her. But...but what? But he couldn't sleep without dreaming of her? He couldn't hear her name without his pulse racing? Her last words to him haunted him daily? I want you to know that I still love you. And I always will. How was he supposed to react to something like that? Did she want him to drop everything she had done—everything she hadn't done—and forgive her, proclaim his eternal love? That was something he couldn't do. It wasn't only his own ire at her betrayal that kept him from her, but that of his whole family. They had suffered for his compassion on her. And what had it earned him? Being knocked from the sky by her mother's hand. He couldn't respect himself if he had forgiven her that day—not that she even gave apology. But in the long run he knew he was only punishing himself. He would never want anyone else; and he could never take her back without a plausible explanation, which he doubted was forthcoming. The hopelessness of the situation burned in him until he couldn't take it anymore. He stood and left the kitchen without a word, hurrying to his room. He sat down in a acrimonious lump on his bed, head in hands. Didn't he deserve to know why she had done this to him? At least to know the reason for her disregard of his well-being? He had thought—no, he had known that she loved him. He knew it in his heart, a place where he couldn't even lie to himself. Then what had happened? He deserved to know. It was the only way he was going to be able keep on going. He stood then, resolute in his decision, and made his way quickly to the comm station. -----signature----- Stories in profile 1st Peter 4:16 and John 3:3 Dubbed the Mistress of Cliffhangers "You can call me 'Great One'. Most people do." -Jaina Solo
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BigFatty Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 1/4/06 7:06am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	We have an entry! -----signature----- 1 Peter 3:15 My Fics: http://fattysfics.livejournal.com My BSG Blog: http://battlestargalactica.contentquake.com My Office Blog: http://theoffice.contentquake.com I make my own icons
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, NSWFF, and Icons Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/4/06 1:46pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	Woohoo!! Nice job -----signature----- I agree with RJ Officially Idri's Muse "Hat. We thought of authentic Native American headdress before we thought of hat."
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BigFatty Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 1/5/06 3:06pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	I have an idea for a story... now if only I can find the time to write it. -----signature----- 1 Peter 3:15 My Fics: http://fattysfics.livejournal.com My BSG Blog: http://battlestargalactica.contentquake.com My Office Blog: http://theoffice.contentquake.com I make my own icons
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Trepidation Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 1/6/06 1:11pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	Title: "The Proper Wingman" Author: Trepidation Timeframe: One year post The Swarm War Characters: Jag, Jaina, Han, Leia, Soontir, Syal Genre: eh? Keywords: Jag, Jaina Summary: Holiday gathering in Csilla... “It looks like snow.” “Mission accomplished, then.” “I said it looks like snow.” She picked up a pinch and rubbed it between her fingers before bringing it up to her nose. The sharp pungency ended the demonstration abruptly. “It smells like a Gamorrean with a hygiene problem.” “I suppose we could move this little soirée outside, but I would not recommend it.” He glanced to the viewer and the torrent of, actual, blowing snow. The warmth inside had led to crystallized pockets of ice clinging in frigid patterns around the edges. “My mother would never forgive me.” “Explain the purpose of this holiday again.” Jaina shook her head. “It seems…well…redundant.” “You have to be aware of its origins.” “Just like a Solo.” Jaina chuckled while moving across the living quarters to assault the plate of puffed pastry that she had been trying desperately to ignore. She had assumed that Syal was dropping off the plates daily until she had returned early from one of her therapeutic walks and found Jag bent over the stove. The expression was priceless if not the knowledge of another one of his hidden talents. “Yes.” Jag agreed. “Just like a Solo. Were I to take this particular Solo at first glance, I would, likely run for my life.” “You still can, you know.” “I believe I have proven that I do not have the capacity.” Jaina snorted. “You have proven that you are lacking in common sense and self-preservation.” Jag curled a lip as she met his gaze. “I must have mistaken my actions for persistence and commitment.” “Semantics.” “Ah.” Jag smiled tightly. “My error.” “One of many.” “Certainly not my most monumental.” “No.” Jaina grinned with a smirk. “That would be me.” Jag said nothing but nodded while turning towards the fire to stir the embers with the tongs. “Tri’stor Mord celebrates the changing seasons.” “There are different seasons here?” Jaina cut in with sarcastic amusement. “Yes, in the kitchenette.” Jag responded without delay. “Which, exactly, were you looking for?” “Well Jagged Fel, where, precisely, did you acquire a sense of humor in my absence?” Jag snorted while turning back from the fire. “It was a form of self-defense in challenge to a plummeting heart.” He regretted the repartee as soon as it left his mouth. To Jaina’s credit, she hid the grimace that she felt inside. “It suits you.” She replied in an attempted save. There was still tenseness between them like an unseen third party adversary, but it has lessened over time. The saving grace was that it was a shared foe that bound them closer in combat to the threat. “There were seasons on Csilla at one time.” Jag broke back to the original topic. “The current status of the climate is, merely, part of the planetary cycles.” “So, Tri’stor Mord is steeped in historical tradition and not a by-product of depression due to the incessant cold?” Jag chuckled with a nod. “Exactly.” “And, the Chiss being such enigmatic revelers choose to decorate their homes with reproductions of what sits in front of their dwelling all year round?” Jag narrowed his brow and nodded. “Yes, I believe that sums it up nicely.” “I will never understand the Chiss.” “We are even…Ah.” Jag replied while turning to the chime sounding out from the front entrance. He glanced to Jaina, who had pulled back into herself. “Yours or mine?” “Mine.” She responded while looking warily back to Jag. It was the first time that Jag would be face to face with her mother since she had shot him down. She was relieved the moment she felt the clear amusement waft off of him through the Force. “You’ll be nice?” He said nothing but arched a brow in mock offense. A slight grin slid through as he moved to the door while faking a slight limp. “Of course.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “What?” Jag said with heightened attitude while only opening the door a crack. Han and Leia were forced to face the snow blown ground as reprieve from the assaulting cold and the whirling ice flakes. The unexpected presence and threatening manner of the voice greeting them caused both to snap up in surprise. “Uh…Fel?” “Yes?” Han glanced with confusion to Leia, who was now staring straight into Jag’s eyes cagily. He still had only opened the door partially while peering out into the punishing ice winds. “Well…can we come in?” The tone was, unmistakably, concerned. “Are you armed?” Jag kept his eyes on Leia with the words. Han glanced to Leia again, and noticed that she had taken a step back. There was a frown just visible in the dim evening light. “Uh…no.” Jag threw the door open and offered a slight grin while extending a hand to Leia to usher her in the door. “Well, you should be. We Chiss cannot be trusted.” Gradually, it registered to Leia that Jag was using her guilt to promote an uncharacteristic prank. When she saw her daughter standing just behind him with an admonishing expression, she elbowed the tall Chiss trained pilot and pushed through for a hug. Han remained outside just under the awning eyeing the younger pilot in evaluation. After a long tense moment he moved the flap of his parka to reveal the business end of his antiquated oversized blaster. “Never trust a Rebel, Fel.” He chuckled. “I thought you were smarter than that.” “You would think I would have learned by now, Captain Solo.” Jag nodded. “Alas, I am still but a novice to the deceit of the Rebellion. Please come in.” Han chuckled but remained at the cusp of the entrance. He tossed his head forward and stared into Jag’s face. “How’s she doing?” Jag nodded. “Nearly herself again; maybe even better than that.” He leaned in to be discrete. “The time to herself and away from the other Jedi has done wonders. She takes long solitary walks everyday, and…” Jag swallowed hard. “…the smiles are back Captain Solo. Nice ones. Not the ones she has just before she tries to shoot down Clawcraft.” Han nodded while placing a hand on his shoulder and moving inside towards his daughter. He wrapped her in a hug and held her tight for a long moment as Leia moved to Jag’s side to embrace him. “How’s he treating you?” Jaina smiled and pulled back while wiping away the tears on her sleeve. “He comes when I call.” She responded with a smirk to Jag, but then turned more emotional. “He’s been wonderful, dad.” Han nodded with approval as he recalled the night that Jaina went missing. Almost a week had gone by while the worst fears were pondered. She had been battling obvious depression, and was frustrated with herself. The proximity to the Myrkr Jedi was, again, pushing her towards the necessity for solitude and regression. When word arrived by secured holo through diplomatic envoy that Jaina had gone to Csilla and was, currently, staying with Jagged Fel at his new, personal, estate, everyone but Han Solo had relaxed. Now he could as well…sort of. Jaina’s head rose and her eyes closed slightly causing Leia to do the same. They both glanced to Han guardedly having felt the Fel’s approaching through the Force. “Remember what we talked about.” Leia warned as the chime sounded a second time. “What?” Han shrugged while offering a mirthful smile. “It’s not like I’m not civilized.” Jaina shook her head while patting her father on the back in her trek to the door. The cold rush of glacial wind announced the opening into the elements. She still felt uncomfortable around the General Baron, but Syal had turned into her biggest supporter with the exception of Jag. “Come in.” She said with a smile while noticing the nervous demeanor of Jag’s father through the Force. She grasped onto the tall man’s arm and looked up into his eyes with seriousness. “My mom’s already warned my father to behave. Can I assume that you will be on your best behavior as well?” “I will not throw the first punch.” Soontir bellowed in an amused baritone voice. “I will, however, throw the last one should it come to that.” He followed the comments with a rolling laugh as Syal leveled into his side with an elbow. “He will behave.” She said with a smile while stepping forward to hug Jaina. “How are you, dear?” Jaina nodded with a little less of a smile. Syal nodded back knowingly. The two had become much closer than Jaina had expected. The older woman never pried, but still had a way of making her comfortable enough to talk openly. Together they shared opposite similarities. Jaina had needed to get away from almost everyone and everything. Syal found herself in a place of more solitude than she would have preferred. Spending time together had provided each with a simile of balance in their lives. It was temporary, both had assumed. Eventually, Jaina would return to bustle of Known Space, and Syal would, again, be the isolated human in the cerulean sea of Chiss. But, for now, they held a symbiotic buoying relationship that made both of them happier than they had been in a long time. They were both better off for it, and would be so regardless of what the future held. “Your mother is here?” Soontir asked. “Yes.” Jaina responded while stepping aside to allow the man in the eye patch a better view of the open ended living quarters. “You will be nice to your son.” Soontir paused and tilted his head while considering a response. “Nearly twenty years learning the mechanics, techniques, and nuances of a Clawcraft and he is shot down like a greenhorn by a woman who comes up to my waist.” He grinned divisively. “I think she deserves the proper respect from an impressed military officer.” Jaina shook her head. “You know he is quite embarrassed by it.” Jaina admonished mockingly. “Don’t you think that is enough?” Soontir paused for a moment and then started to nod in agreement as a slight smile evolved. “No.” “Tir.” Syal warned. “Can we not just share a warm holiday evening with…family and friends without you mucking it up?” Soontir glanced to Jaina, knowing full well what his answer would be, but not wanting to lose face in the young Jedi’s presence. So, he stayed silent and brooding. Jaina read the expression and grabbed onto his arm to drag him forward into the room. “Don’t worry General Baron.” She said with a smirk. “My father and you are on equal footing this evening. Both of you are similarly outranked.” She grinned over her shoulder to Syal. The older woman winked while removing her wrap and smiling to Jag as he moved into the anti-room to greet them. “Did you hear that, Tir?” Syal called out as he moved away from her. “The women outrank the men in both families.” A disturbed grunt returned. Jag paused and stared to Jaina before turning his attention to his mother. Both smiled back at him with equal malice. “Am I to assume that I should get used to the feeling of being shot down?” “It depends on the question.” Jaina responded without delay before waltzing into the living quarters with a superior smile. Jag glanced to his mother with the face of a perplexed little boy that she only recalled from the old holos. Syal returned a slight beam. “Plan your missions well, Jagged.” She said after a moment before following in Jaina’s wake. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “And make sure you pick the proper…” She looked forward to Jaina. “…wingman.” -----signature----- "I've met people who figure me for a spoiled Jedi brat." --Jaina Solo "Nooooooooooo !!!!!" snort---Trepidation
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skywalkerlover00 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 1/6/06 2:21pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	these entries are awesome.. if only i had the time to write one.. lol -----signature----- "With Anakin's death I lost a brother, but the Jedi lost something i can't define. My feelings tell me its something important, something we lost a long time ago."Jaina Solo, DJ Lover of Rent, J/J, and my boyfriend Jason. Wielder of the Lollipop of Doom
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Solo_and_Fel Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 1/6/06 2:36pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	Entries! My first thought when I saw the rule about the snow line being the opening was "It looks like snow... but..." so I thought it was pretty funny when you started yours like that Trep. -----signature----- "Hurling black lightning is one thing, but quoting Kyp Durron puts me lower than I ever expected to get." To Suffer & Be Strong: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28435487&brd=10477 Check profile for more fics.
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oldjedinurse Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 1/6/06 2:45pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	aurra: Lovely mirroring of J/J and their emotions. You just flipped this off in a hurry? Geez. You did great!! Trep: Great story, but what impressed me most was the crisp banter between Jaina and Jag. Well done!! oldj -----signature----- Confidence is the feeling you have before you understand the situation.
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goddess45 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 1/6/06 7:18pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	wow to both! they were both great. aurra- amazing ending. trep- I liked the last part alot. It was wonderful -----signature----- Twin Suns 24 Crazy Duck of TKL's Wraiths Fan Art- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/22639294/p1/?0
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SoloFel_RebelGirl Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/7/06 5:40am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	Both are great! basking in the J/J-ness Trep, yours made me laugh... “Never trust a Rebel, Fel.” He chuckled. “I thought you were smarter than that.” I might just have to quote that in my sig. Aurra: You captured the emotions perfectly. But finish it, please! I want more! -----signature----- LotF = train I'm soniced up. "Sanity is not statistical." -George Orwell You may be right; I may be crazy But it just might be a lunatic you're looking for
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aurrasingrules101 Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 1/7/06 2:58pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	oldjedinurse posted: aurra: Lovely mirroring of J/J and their emotions. You just flipped this off in a hurry? Geez. You did great!! thank you! i'm really not satisfied with it though. it was late, i was tired, wanted to go to bed...anyway, glad you like it despite my lack of effort. SoloFel_RebelGirl posted: Aurra: You captured the emotions perfectly. But finish it, please! I want more! uh, here ? not sure this is a 'continue on with the rest of the story ' type of thread... -----signature----- Stories in profile 1st Peter 4:16 and John 3:3 Dubbed the Mistress of Cliffhangers "You can call me 'Great One'. Most people do." -Jaina Solo
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BigFatty Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 1/7/06 3:05pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	Title: A Day at the Park Author: BigFatty Timeframe: Ten years after TSW Characters: Jag, Jaina, various OCs Summary: What happens one year on Mon Mothma Day Notes: I own nothing relating to Star Wars, so please don't sue. And apparently I'm stuck in family mode. “It looks like snow.” Jaina commented as she stared outside, reveling in the sensation of having one side of body chilled from being pressed up against the large window, while the other half was heated by the roaring fire in the nearby fireplace. “That will make the children happy. Perhaps we should take them to the park in a few hours to play.” Her husband replied. Jaina turned away from the window to face her husband seated on the couch. “I still don’t understand why they have the day off from school.” “Today is Mon Mothma Day; the school’s administration thinks it honorable to let the children have a reprieve so they can be at home and ponder the importance of history.” “First,” Jaina countered as she moved to sit by her husband, “you obviously never got the chance to meet the woman, or you would understand how I feel about the unnecessary relevance placed on this day. And second, do you think our kids are really going to be ‘pondering the importance of the day’?” He tilted his head slightly as he listened to the noises emanating from the second floor of the home. Laughter could be heard from all three of his children; two of which shared in the joy of escaping the dreaded task of attending lessons for that day. The couple sat and listened for a few minutes at the joy their children were giving off. “Let them play for a bit while we fix lunch, and then take them to the park?” Jaina asked. “Sounds like a plan. And by ‘we’ fixing lunch, you meant ‘me’, right?” “I knew I married a smart man.” She joked before leaning in for a kiss. “When you’re done carrying in the last of the plates, would you be so kind as to look up some biographical data?” Jag asked as he stood over the sink in the kitchen, washing up the remains of the family lunch. “You can’t honestly be serious about giving them a lecture about a woman who died decades ago on a day they’re off from school?” His wife asked with a look mock shock and horror on her face as she brought in the last of the dishes from the dining room. “No, I suppose not. Doing so would cause them to hate me for the remainder of their lives for attempting to better their education and sustain them with knowledge. How dare I even speak of suggesting such a thing?” He said in a tone just on the side of sarcastic. He grinned when doing so, because he knew whenever he said something in jest it would cause the sight he so loved of light dancing in his wife’s brown eyes. “Go get the kids ready to play in the snow, and I’ll finish the dishes.” She said as she shoved Jag out of the kitchen. Jag went to the nearby closet to grab three coats and six boots before heading upstairs to find all of his children in the nursery. His two older children, Davin and Nora, having a contest to see which of the two could make the baby, Anni, laugh the hardest. Jag handed the two older children a coat and a pair of boats each while he dressed Anni in her winter weather gear. Jag turned to run a checklist of the other two’s clothing. Davin was fit for the outdoors, but Nora had put her boots on the wrong feet. After a few minutes of debating with his older daughter, his children were ready for an afternoon in the snow. The five of them enjoyed the ten-minute walk to the park by discussing their plans for the afternoon. They discussed snowball fights, having a contest to see who could catch the most flakes on their tongue, and Nora’s favorite winter activity of snow cooking, which consisted of her making a pile of snow and calling it a food and then watching someone pretend to eat it. Jag had to admonish his son a third time for running ahead of his parents when Nora explained that it was because he was excited to see if his girlfriend would be playing at the park. While the two of them bickered over the veracity of the statement, Jag asked his wife how and why their seven-year-old son had a girlfriend. She explained it was one of the students from his class named Mari Windskimmer, and that it was just a childhood crush and nothing to worry about. Jag sighed and was happy that at least it was his male child who was in this situation. Jaina knelt in the ground helping her four-year-old child make snowballs to throw at his older sibling. She looked up to see her older daughter run off to talk to a boy of six or seven with black hair. But it wasn’t the fact that her daughter ran off or the question of the boy’s identity that made Jaina freeze—it was the man standing a ways off watching the same pair of children. Even though the haze of the white flakes still falling to the ground, Jaina could still clearly see his black hair, green eyes, and the scar that ran from his right eye into his hairline. “’Jag,” she breathed. It was impossible from him to hear her at that distance, but as soon as his name escaped her lips, his eyes met hers. If it were not for the ability to see flakes falling between them, both would have thought the galaxy had stopped all movement and frozen in time. Jaina was shaken from her impromptu staring contest by the sensation of her son tugging on her the hem of her coat. “Who is that, Mama?” he asked. She wracked her mind for a proper term not only to describe her past with Jag, but in a way for a four-year-old to be satisfied. “An old friend,” was the best she could do. Jaina’s husband, Adam, looked up to see his wife standing perfectly still and staring off into space. He followed her line of sight to see him. Adam had never met the man before, but he certainly knew who Jagged Fel was and how he factored into the galaxy’s history and—more importantly—Jaina’s history. Unsure of what to do next, he watched as his wife walked towards the man who once held her heart. He was unable to hear the words they shared during their brief conversation. He saw Jaina make a motion towards him and felt Jag’s stare pouring into him. Should he glare at the man? Should he wave a hello? Adam settled for standing still and keeping a blank look on his face. While the men sized each other up, the women gathered their children and led their husbands away and back towards their respective homes. Adam took his wife’s hand and held onto her during their walk home. She looked up and gave him a reflexive smile and squeeze of the hand before going back to silently staring straight ahead. He cooked his family dinner, helped the kids with their baths, and then tucked them into bed. He came downstairs to find Jaina exactly where he had left her after dinner. She was sitting on the couch looking into the fire as if the smoke given off would give her whatever she was looking for. Jaina’s husband sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. After being married to Jaina for eight years, he knew better than to press issues, so he waited. “He was named Chiss Ambassador again six months ago. He’s been living a klick away for the past six months and I never noticed until today. Not even when Mari came home to tell me about a kid in her class named Davin Fel.” She said with a slight snort at the end for the disbelief on how oblivious she had been. “Jaina, if—“ “No, Adam. That was a long time ago. Force, we haven’t been a couple in fifteen years. There is no way I would leave you and my family to chase after Jag, who by the way would never leave his wife and kids, so don’t even say it.” He hated to ask, but he had to. “Do you still love him?” Jaina paused before answering to collect her thoughts. “Yes. Yes, I always have and always will. But it’s a different love than it was before. It’s the love of an old friend who no matter what happened between the two of, you always know that they will be by your side whenever you asked.” Adam pulled her small body to his and kissed her forehead to show gratitude for her openness, appreciation for choosing him, and relief that she did not notice how much Jag still loved Jaina. -----signature----- 1 Peter 3:15 My Fics: http://fattysfics.livejournal.com My BSG Blog: http://battlestargalactica.contentquake.com My Office Blog: http://theoffice.contentquake.com I make my own icons
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SoloFel_RebelGirl Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/7/06 3:20pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	OK. I read that several times, and the only thing i got was Jaina wasm't with Jag. Right? Ugggg...so confused...my brain isn't working today. uh, here ? not sure this is a 'continue on with the rest of the story ' type of thread... I was asking if you could make another thread, with that starter, and continue. Sorry, I phrased that really badly. I guess my brain wasn't working then, either. -----signature----- LotF = train I'm soniced up. "Sanity is not statistical." -George Orwell You may be right; I may be crazy But it just might be a lunatic you're looking for
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oldjedinurse Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 1/7/06 3:32pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	Okay, Sara, two ... no, three things! You totally had me going until this line: Jaina’s husband, Adam, looked up to see his wife standing perfectly still and staring off into space. After that, I had to go back and re-read the previous paragraphs until I realized I'd been had. Gotcha, oldj! Actually, when I first read that she saw a dark-haired green-eyed man, I thought it was Kyp and his daughter, somehow. Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions - they're never a good thing. Second, Jaina named a daughter after me! How nice! Last, and most important, this is a wonderful fic! oldj -----signature----- Confidence is the feeling you have before you understand the situation.
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 1/7/06 5:11pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index Holiday Challenge
	aurrasingrules101 well, it'll be the first Winter Fete when I stop believing he still loves me.” Awwww! Nice job! Trepidation Love the banter. Good entry! BigFatty Awww, very bittersweet. Nice job! -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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