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Abby Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 9/28/04 11:36pm Subject: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~AUTHOR'S NOTE 2/20/09~ - Date Edited: 2/20 11:36am (24 edits total) Edited By: Abby
	Title: Best Intentions Author: Abby Timeframe: 5 Years post-NJO Characters: Jag Fel, Tahiri Veila Genre: kinda angsty, definitely AU Keywords: Jg/T, Jag/Tahiri, J/T Summary: Jag Fel runs into Tahiri Veila, who no one has seen for four years. Notes: I am going to try to be angsty...this may be a challenge... Because of recent changes regarding rules about PMs, I am making a PM list for this fic for when I finally get around to updating. I would like to know who would like to be PMed and who would not. I have compiled a list of some who have shown interest in PMs in the past, but if you don't see your name and would like a PM, please let me know. If you are on the list and don't want to be PMed, please let me know also. Kazzy Jaina_Solo_16 Rowan_Jade pregnantpadme stupid_gizka Ars_longa Babi_Tahiri DantanaSkywalker Elena GoddessJainaSoloFel cheersweetie27 ccp scarlet_fang AvaVisarra Darth_Intangable Barefoot_XO JediFarfy G__Anakin tahirri_and_Anakin OBIWANAmidala Fireyforce Handmaiden_Azul rebel_cheese Kidan lil_goddess_girl Qwi_Xux PHGS_Weyr star_writer24 Jedi-Ant ~ Silly, vicious plot bunnies.... ~ Part One ~ The planet appeared before him as he decelerated from light speed, filling the view from his cockpit. It hung like a dirty grey marble, shot through with the occasional streak of brown or blue, though suspiciously devoid of any traces of green. He checked his computer readout as his sublight engines carried him closer to it, frowning at what he read. His computer had recommended this outer-rim planet as a good place to stop and refuel, but it had failed to mention the place’s reputation for hostility, both on the surface and above. The locals were reported to be largely unfriendly; similarly, the ion storm brewing in the planet’s atmosphere was hardly welcoming. Jag Fel sighed and checked his fuel gauge. He had no choice but to stop here; the clawcraft didn’t have enough fuel to make the jump to the next closest fuelling station. He resigned himself to the fact that he would have to land. Hopefully, he could avoid conflict with the locals, and leave before the impending storm became too severe. A moment later, his comm indicator light flashed red, accompanied by a shrill, trilling beep. He reached out and depressed the button that would accept the hail. A deep, resonating voice broke through the comm static. “Unidentified fighter, this is Taris Planetary Security. Identify yourself and state the reason for your presence.” “This is Major General Fel of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet.” Jag replied, promptly, ensuring that his transponder was broadcasting correctly and checking to see that his weaponry was set to standby. “Requesting permission to land and refuel.” There was a moment of silence, during which time Jag assumed his identification was being confirmed. “Very well,” the booming voice decided. “Transmitting coordinates and course vector now. Any incidence of deviation will be taken as an act of hostility.” The connection clicked off, and Jag grimaced. If he’d had reservations about landing before, they had just been reaffirmed. With a sigh, he altered his course to follow the required one, and sped toward the planet. The sooner he landed, the sooner he could be away. ~ An oversized, shirtless, sweating human waddled up to meet him as he descended from the clawcraft’s cockpit. He wore a sour expression, but it was unclear to Jag whether he was the cause of it, or if the size of his cheeks made him look that way always. The obese man set a meaty paw on one of the claws framing the TIE pod, and Jag forced himself not to wince. He looked the ship over for a moment, clearly wondering at its design, then turned his beady gaze on Jag. “Number twelve,” he growled, then turned his head and spat, the unappealing expectorate narrowly missing the claw. “Excuse me?” Jag asked, unsure of what was meant by the comment. The man scratched at his thinning, unkempt hair – his hand having left a moisture impression on the claw – and looked at Jag as though he must have been either deaf or just plain stupid. “Number twelve,” he repeated, now scratching at his back, which had more hair than his head. “Eleven to do before yers.” Understanding, Jag sighed, and cast a glance up at the sky. “Will you get to it before the storm hits?” he inquired. The man shrugged his massive shoulders, the coughed and spat again. “Dunno.” he grumbled, then waddled away. Jag scowled after the man, then surveyed the refuelling station and the area beyond. There were three pumps only, each providing a different type of fuel for the varying types of ships. He was dismayed to see that most of the ships awaiting refuelling burned the same type of fuel as his clawcraft. The area around him was almost entirely grey; the buildings, the streets, even the speeders and other vehicles. The planet, or at least this region of it, was flat, and he could see for quite some distance. Everything was that same monotonous, uninviting grey, including the sky, which was overcast and bland. And everything was dusty; most surfaces that he could see, including the ground below his boots, were coated in a layer of grey-brown dust. He had no desire to remain here longer than was absolutely necessary. He turned back to the refuelling station, where the corpulent fellow had seated himself onto a crate and looked to be directing his subordinate, a scrawny, bony teenager. Jag scoffed. Figures. He spend the next hour wandering around the refuelling station, observing the storm as it built, concerned that he would be unable to leave by the time Portly and Pointy got around to refuelling his clawcraft. The fact that no other ships, save for the two that arrived within five minutes of him, had landed added to his apprehension. At last, he spied the tow-headed teenager dragging the fuel hose toward his fighter. Portly waddled up as Pointy was fiddling with the fuel port, and pointed a sausage finger upward. “Storm’s strong,” he growled. “Yer grounded.” “Sithspit,” Jag said, with a groan. “How long?” Portly, currently digging a dirty fingernail into his ear, shrugged. “Dunno. Prob’ly ‘til mornin’.” he answered, looking indifferent to Jag’s plight. “Pay at the office.” He groaned again as Portly waddled away. This was the last thing he needed, being stuck, likely overnight, on the most unappealing, duracrete-covered dusty rock in the outer rim – even Tatooine sounded more inviting at the moment. Jag watched while the teenager finished refuelling his clawcraft, then went resignedly to the office to make his payment. At least the fare had been decent, which was, at this point, the only highlight. Now, he had to find a place to get some food and rent a bed for the night, and looking around, he was certain there was nowhere he truly wanted to stay. ~ It had begun to rain, reinforcing the grey and turning the dust into a thick, pasty mud. Fortunately, the overhanging awnings of the buildings, a long row of restaurants, motels, cantinas, and other such establishments, were sufficient to keep him dry, though did nothing to stop the muck from accumulating on the soles of his boots. Thus, he decided he needn’t be picky about where he chose to take shelter from the weather. He pushed open the door of the next cantina and entered. The place was dismally lit, and smelled of a nauseating mixture of body odour, smoke, alcohol, spice, greasy food, and wet fur. He glanced around, taking in the multitude of species engaged in eating, drinking, gambling, or a combination of those. The place was laid out like an O, the bar and kitchen in the centre and tables surrounding it. In the back left corner, Jag could see a stairway, with a sign above stating ‘Rooms for Rent’. He filed away that bit of information for later. For now, he wanted to get something to eat, and have a drink. The tables nearest to him were mostly occupied, but he could see some empty ones behind the bar area, so he headed off that way. The floor was sticky, crackling under his boots as he walked. A waitress, a young human who looked to be barely older than teenaged, if that, approached him as he wove his way through the tables. Her outfit, something sheer and black, left little to the imagination. The parts it covered were nearly as visible as the parts that remained bare. She sidled up to him as he broke through the line of tables, hooking her arm through his, her other hand coming to rest upon his chest. “Hey there,” she cooed, her fingers tracing patterns over the black fabric of his flight suit. Jag blinked, somewhat taken aback by her forwardness. “Hello,” he replied. The girl smiled and continued to draw on his chest. “Never seen you before,” she remarked, her voice sultry. “New around here?” “Just here for the night,” Jag answered, attempting to pull away from her. She held firmly to his arm and twined her leg around his. “For the night,” she repeated, winking one heavily made-up eye at him. The hand on his chest drifted downward, settling, for the moment, over his abdomen. Jag swallowed, but pulled away from her. “Sorry,” he said. “I just came for a drink.” If she was truly disappointed, she didn’t show it. Instead, she stepped closer again, her fingers squeezing the flesh of his backside, her lips dangerously close to his ear. “Well, if you change your mind…” she whispered. Her breath was hot, and her words vibrated tantalizingly through his inner ear, but despite their distraction, he again managed to step away from her. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he muttered, moving around her to the bar. He ordered a Whyren’s Reserve and an appetizer plate from the bartender, who, thankfully, seemed much less interested in him than the waitress. With the watered-down whiskey in hand, he wandered back to the less-crowded area behind the bar. The lighting was worse back there, and probably with good reason; he spied his waitress and another patron, together in a booth, their interaction having quickly progressed beyond kissing. But it was quieter back there, aside from the obvious noises, so he continued on. There were several empty tables, and he headed for the one to the right of the staircase. The one next to it was empty as well, and one lone woman occupied the semi-circular booth to the left of the steps. As he passed, he glanced briefly at the woman, sitting by herself, nursing a drink. He stopped suddenly, and looked again. Limp blond curls framed her face, and green eyes that had once been bright and full of life, but now looked dim and forlorn, looked up at him from below a scarred forehead. She looked older, more so than could be accounted for by the five years since he’d seen her last. “Tahiri Veila,” he greeted. “Jagged Fel,” she replied, wearing a smile that looked somehow out of place on her now. She sighed, and gestured to the seat next to her. “You might as well sit down.” Jag nodded, and slipped into the booth, setting his drink on the table. Tahiri offered him another brief smile, then again focused on her drink. Jag studied her for a moment, while her attention was elsewhere. She was thin, unhealthily so, her face gaunt and pale, her arms weak and lacking the muscle tone he remembered. Her clothes, a plain white tank top and a pair of loose-fitting black pants, were stained, torn, and ill fitting. It looked to him as if she had simply stopped caring, and he wondered why. The Tahiri Veila he had known, however remotely, had been inquisitive, energetic, and talkative to an excessive degree, even still after the merging of her human and Yuuzhan Vong personalities. This Tahiri was quiet, withdrawn, and dreary. Was this where she had disappeared to, four years ago, when she had left Zonama Sekot without warning? He had still been with Jaina then, and recalled her concern over Tahiri’s sudden and complete disappearance. Nobody knew why she had left, and looking at her now, Jag still couldn’t tell. Had she been here the whole time? What he’d seen of this place had the capacity to make anyone depressed. “You’re staring.” Jag blinked. “What?” Tahiri rolled her eyes. “You’re staring.” she repeated. “Stop it.” “Sorry,” he muttered. “I was just…how’d you manage to get here?” Tahiri scowled, then lifted her glass to her lips and downed the rest of her drink. “I don’t want to talk about that.” she growled, nodding toward another waitress. “All right.” he relented, sipping his Whyren’s, as the waitress brought him his food, then took away Tahiri’s empty glass and replaced it with another, full of the same honey-coloured liquid. Neither of them spoke for some time, although Jag didn’t mind. He got the feeling she wasn’t feeling much like talking, and really, he’d only come for dinner and a drink, not conversation. “So why are you here?” Jag looked up from his plate to find her staring at him. He swallowed the bite of food in his mouth, and gestured upward with his head. “Ion storm. Came in for refuelling and couldn’t leave.” “Ah.” she answered, taking a battered gushue pepper from his plate and popping it into her mouth. “Happens lots,” she remarked, still chewing. She fell silent again and returned to her drink. He wasn’t sure how many she had consumed before he arrived, but this was her third since he had joined her in the booth, and they hardly seemed to be affecting her. Something about that bothered him. He lingered there in the booth with her after finishing his dinner. The waitress brought both of them another drink, and he sat sipping it, thinking. Tahiri was mostly silent beside him, watching with vague interest the goings on around them. “You going to stay and get drunk?” Jag turned again to see Tahiri looking at him. He shrugged. “I hadn’t planned on it…” “Oh,” she said, turning back to her drink. She looked up again a moment later. “You should.” she said, her voice holding more emotion now than he’d heard from her all evening. She almost sounded hopeful. “It’s kind of nice, to see someone from before.” At this, Jag smiled, resisting the urge to brush the hair away from her forehead. What happened to you? He sighed. It wasn’t as if he had anything more pressing to do. “Alright,” he agreed. Tahiri’s smile was a ghost of her old one, but present all the same. “Familiar face,” she muttered, before turning back to her drink. They continued to drink in relative silence. Every so often Tahiri would say something, but if it happened to require him to reply, usually a ‘yes’, ‘no’, or a nod of his head would suffice. The waitress supplied them with a steady stream of drinks, bringing them something different each time. Rarely, Tahiri would take a sip and send the drink back. She seemed able to handle any concoction. Eventually, as his own head was swimming with intoxication, he could see that Tahiri, too, was finally feeling the drinks. She was smiling easier, and talking a little more, though still fell agonizingly short of the chatty girl he remembered. Tahiri leaned her elbow on the table and rested her head in her hand, looking sideways at him. “You still with Jaina?” Jag shook his head. “Not for a couple of years.” he replied. He made a face, recalling a rumour he’d recently heard. “She’s with Kyp now.” If this surprised Tahiri, she kept it hidden. “How are the Solos?” she asked next, somewhat more quietly. Jag shrugged at this. “I don’t really know.” he answered, truthfully. “I haven’t even seen Jaina in over a year.” “Oh,” she whispered, and turned her head away. She sniffed, and stared down at her drink. Jag watched her, saw a tear drip into her glass. “Hey?” he whispered. She didn’t move. He reached out a hand and set it tentatively on her shoulder. Tahiri jerked away from the hand, wiping at her eyes furiously. “Just…don’t.” she said, without much conviction. Jag pulled his hand away, and sighed. “Tahiri…” Before he could finish his thought, she launched herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest, crying softly. Jag’s arm automatically went around her, while his other hand smoothed down her hair. He was reminded, suddenly, of holding Jaina as she cried, in an empty conference room on Borleias. Why that now ? he wondered. Tahiri had stopped crying, and was now simply resting there, her head on his chest, his arms around her. She shifted, settled into his lap, and he made no move to object. Her hand came up and she traced her fingers along the side of his face, down his jaw. He didn’t think, really, about what he did next. Had he been thinking, had he not had all those drinks, and had she not been sitting in his lap, he might not have done it. As her fingers reached his chin, he turned his head and kissed them. Tahiri moved, sitting up, and simply looked at him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. The movements of her lips against his were tentative at first, and she held her body rigidly upright. But soon, her arms went around his neck and she pressed closer to him, angling her mouth against his as she deepened the kiss. Everything after that point became a blur. Her lips on his, her hand exploring his chest, his hands beneath her shirt, Tahiri dragging him with her up the stairs, them falling onto her bed… ~ The sky outside the window was still dark when Jag awoke. He blinked, and looked around, struggling to remember where he was. A movement beside him caught his attention, and as he turned, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him. Tahiri slept still, turned on her side facing away from him, clearly not wearing much beneath the blanket covering her. Jag sighed, then grimaced. He really hadn’t meant for that to happen. He slipped out of the bed as quietly as he could, finding and donning his clothing. He didn’t want her to wake up. A panicked feeling had settled onto his chest, and all he could think of was leaving, and quickly. He was out the door and gone as soon as he’d shoved his feet into his boots. He looked up at the cantina as he departed through the front door, feeling a pang of guilt at having left her to wake up alone. He sighed, and shook his head, then continued on to the refuelling station without looking back. ~ ~Abby~ -----signature----- A Twist of Fate ~ http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/15764413/?34 Like Buffy Fics? ~ http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=abelina&keyword=Spuffy&filter=all Best Intentions ~ http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b104
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Kazzy Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 9/29/04 4:20am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	Woah! Well this certainly made an impression. A good one. So far I like what you've got. There isn't a lot of Jag/Tahiri out there and nothing like this. It's great. I hope you can post some more soon. -----signature----- If you could touch the alien sand, and hear the cry of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you? - First Doctor Looking for me? For my fic? Try my LJ. http://bytheseaside.livejournal.com/profile
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 9/29/04 4:54am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	eyes wide Oho... Never would've believed that of Jaggie-dear... Really hoping you'll write more soon.. please... -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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LukesTheMan Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 9/29/04 5:38am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	Oh, very good start! I can't wait for more. -----signature----- Of Metal and Flesh http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19859245 Empty Vessel http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19744934 Proud Master to Annika_Skywalker
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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 9/29/04 6:08am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	Abby: Is this how all K/T 'fics begin? It's impressive, though. Very much so... - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Agent_Jaid Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 9/29/04 6:34am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	Thrawn: I don't think so, and I also believe you meant J/T Abby might get a little ticked off at putting Kyp of all people with Tahiri... Heaven knows I probably would... jumps up and starts applauding wildly Bravo Abby, Bravo!! I Loved the start!! But what happened to poor lil' Tahiri? Why doesn't she care any more? It's so sad!! It's not nice, well the writing is nice, but the topic is so... so... angsty. whimper So... What happens next? Really, I want to know!! Oh, and Kathy? Cute title. -----signature----- Wasn't Enough: One-Shot http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=21015893
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Jedi_Chani Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 9/29/04 10:20am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	Can't wait for more. Nice job. -----signature----- "I've got a bad feeling about this..." "The enemy to be feared the most is the one who wears the face of a friend."
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Babi_Tahiri Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 9/29/04 11:17am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	SQUEE You posted it! I wish I'd been around to claim my first reply. You already know I love it, Abby. hugs you jumps up and down YAYISHNESS!! It's more J/T for us to have fun with! :D:D LOL Can't wait for more!! ~^~ Tahiri ~^~ -----signature----- "I don't know all the details," Kyp said. "But Tahiri said it involved a lot of screaming." - "Just a Kiss" by JainaDurron I <3 J/T & K/J!! ======\|======================> Beware of my pink lightsaber! (Yes I said PINK LIGHTSABER!)
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Elena Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 9/29/04 2:50pm Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~
	So, Jag meets Tahiri - on a planet suspiciously like Dust-bowl era Nebraska. Tahiri is sad - very sad. So sad, in fact, that she seems to be trying to commit suicide by alcohol poisoning. Jag get drunk with Tahiri, and does a very ungentlemanly thing. The morning after, however, he does something even more ungentlmanly. So, for the next installment, I, the ignorant reader, predict this: a) Jag feels guilty and does the right thing. b) Jag feels guilty and doesn't do the right thing. c) Jag is arrested and is stuck on planet with depressed Tahiri. d) Freak ion bolt (from those ion up thar'. You know...) destroys Jag's ship, leaving him on planet. I'm sure it will be something completely different in the next post, though. Elena -----signature----- Pretty, practical, and the Ewok's Hand: Redheaded teenaged girls make the best assassins Always willing to do a side-job for Quiet_Mandalorian, though And Kreia...well, Kreia was a woman who tried to be a Jedi, then tried to be a Sith, and failed at both
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Abby Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 9/29/04 10:21pm Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~ - Date Edited: 9/29/04 10:23pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Abby
	Kazzy - Woah! Well this certainly made an impression. A good one. So far I like what you've got. - Thankies! There isn't a lot of Jag/Tahiri out there and nothing like this. It's great. - I agree, there needs to be more J/T stories. Really glad you like this I hope you can post some more soon. - Me too! LumiKuningatar - eyes wide Oho... Never would've believed that of Jaggie-dear... - well, at least he's feeling guilty about it... Really hoping you'll write more soon.. please... - lol, me too! I just need to get my time voucher from the time fairy... Thanks for reading! LukesTheMan - Oh, very good start! I can't wait for more. - Thankies muchly! I hope you like the rest, too Thrawn McEwok - Is this how all K/T 'fics begin? - I dunno...I've yet to read any K/T fics...this one's J/T It's impressive, though. Very much so... - Thanks! I'm glad you liked it Agent_Jaid - Abby might get a little ticked off at putting Kyp of all people with Tahiri... - um...yeah points to self I'm a die-hard K/J-er...Kyppie goes with nobody but Jaina! jumps up and starts applauding wildly - starts jumping up and down and cheering at Melody jumping up and down applauding wildly... But what happened to poor lil' Tahiri? Why doesn't she care any more? It's so sad!! - yep, it's sad, she's sad...and we'll find out eventually why! It's not nice, well the writing is nice, but the topic is so... so... angsty. - Thanks! I'm trying to go more angsty with this one...though I promise happiness eventually so... What happens next? Really, I want to know!! - heh heh heh heh Jedi_Chani - Can't wait for more. Nice job. - Thankies! I hope to have more as soon as I get a break from my homework (or just decide to write instead, like yesterday ) Kitty - SQUEE - Very SQUEE! You posted it! - I did! I wish I'd been around to claim my first reply. - me too! You already know I love it, Abby. - I do! hugs you - hugs you too! jumps up and down YAYISHNESS!! - very much a moment for jumpy YAYISHNESS It's more J/T for us to have fun with! - Yep Can't wait for more!! - can't wait to give you more! Elena - yep, pretty much covered it with your summary there. Very ungentlemanly of Jag, I agree... As for your guesses...all of them are very good guesses, but I'm not telling Guess you'll just have to wait and see! Thanks for reading and replying! ~Abby~ -----signature----- A Twist of Fate ~ http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/15764413/?34 Like Buffy Fics? ~ http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=abelina&keyword=Spuffy&filter=all Best Intentions ~ http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b104
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Abby Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 10/1/04 6:17pm Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~First Post September 28~ - Date Edited: 8/12/05 7:22pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Abby
	I will be sending out PMs whenever this is updated to anyone who has replied. Please let me know if you do not wish to be notified via PM. Otherwise, I will continue to send them Part Two ~ One Month Later Tahiri Veila felt herself nodding absently as the face in front of her continued speaking. She watched as the lips moved, hearing vague, unintelligible sounds, though neither of those details held any meaning for her beyond their existence. They meant about as much as the off-white walls of the room or the hardness of the chair she was sitting in. The face stopped speaking, at least, she assumed, as the lips no longer moved, and it looked at her as though it expected her to say something. Tahiri felt her head nodding of its own accord, an action which seemed to placate the face. It continued speaking silently for some time thereafter. The interaction came to an abrupt stop, at least, it seemed that way, with the cessation of the muffled words and the acceptance of the handful of datacards a hand shoved at her. Another face appeared then and ushered her from the room. Tahiri mumbled something, it might have been a thank-you, and wandered away from the building, shoving the datacards into a pocket and clutching her thin sweater closed around her in a vain effort to keep out the cold that had begun to seep through her. She walked without looking, travelling along the washed-out streets of the dusty grey city, passing by, around, and through other pedestrians without acknowledging their existence. She managed to return to the cantina, running on autopilot, waving out of sheer habit to the bartender as she passed, saying nothing when he spoke. She climbed up the stairs toward the rented room that had been home for the past six months. She entered her room, dropping her sweater and shoes just inside the door, then sank down at the end of her bed. She stared at the wall for what seemed like hours, willing the stained surface to reveal to her all its secrets, and the answers to her questions. The stubborn partition withheld its wisdom. Finally, she moved from her spot, as her back and neck began to ache, curling up on her bed and pulling the thin throw over her. She shouldn’t have been feeling this way, the logical part of her mind whispered mutinously. She had been concerned about it from the start, and if she were to be truly honest with herself now, she had known the truth before the words had ever been spoken. But that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. It was then that sensation crept to her numbed soul, and the first of her tears began to fall as she heaved a mighty sigh. The ache in her heart, which had never truly gone away since Anakin had died all those years ago, throbbed anew, shooting sparks of despair and loneliness through her entire being. Her body shook as she sobbed, her tears unbidden, soaking through her pillow. When her tears stopped flowing, she lay silent, alone, and staring at the empty wall. In the end, the path her future would take remained as elusive as the wisdom of her bedroom walls, but at the very least, she had a place to start. She reached for the datapad on the wobbly table next to her, hesitating before switching it on. She knew what needed to be done first; the rest could wait for now. ~ It had been a long day. The hours had dragged on, filled with mundane tasks and endless meetings that accomplished nothing save for the pounding headache he had acquired at some point. Even the analgesic tablets he carried around for such occasions had failed to work. The pain in his head had merely intensified, off-shoots of it radiating down his neck and to his shoulders, and exploding behind his eyes. Though he missed her nearly always, it was times like these when he especially felt Jaina’s absence. She would have had him lay on the bed, his, hers, or theirs depending on where they were at the time, and massaged the tension and the pain away with her skilled hands. Even when things became rough between them, near the end of their relationship, she would still sigh and chuckle softly, then take pity on him and massage away the troubles of his day. Now, as he sank down on the too-soft bed in the quarters assigned to him for the night, Jag became painfully aware of just how lonely his job had become. Without Jaina to rendezvous with as often as they could manage, the days and weeks and months – and indeed, years – seemed to blend together, with nothing to look forward to, no new memories to look back on during his nights alone. Reminiscing about her took his mind off of the throbbing pain for a time, though the natural progression of those thoughts had led, as always, to the rather explosive ending to their five year relationship, and the pain reasserted itself. Though they had reconciled their friendship, somewhat, afterward, he had essentially lost her that day. He had seen her perhaps three times briefly since the day he remembered her looking back at him through the window of the speeder as it sped away. He wondered, suddenly, if the rumour he’d heard, rather overheard, really, was true. Was she now with Kyp Durron? The thought, however much the idea stung, was not impossible. Durron’s feelings for Jaina had been painfully clear to him, and indeed to her, since their stint on Borleias. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, he had always known that Jaina’s fondness for the man went beyond friendship. He supposed now they had managed to define what partners meant to them. He should be happy for her, and in a way he was, but the selfish part of him, the part that still loved her, prevented him from truly feeling that. He sighed, squinting against the light in his eyes, deciding that this line of thought could only be detrimental to his health at this point. He slipped out of his uniform and pulled on a pair of sleep pants and a thin shirt, planning to take another analgesic and try to sleep it off. It was then that he noticed the flashing light on his datapad. The light indicated he’d received a new message, and his first impulse was to ignore it. He’d already caught up with everyone he needed to see, completed all the tasks required of him, and he had no desire at this point to have anything more to do with work. But curiosity got the better of him, and he activated the datapad. The message was a text-only from an anonymous sender. He opened the file and began reading. Jag, I didn’t want to have to do this this way, but I have no comm access to do this properly, face-to-face. I’m sorry for that. I’m pregnant. The baby is yours. I don’t want anything from you and I’m not expecting anything from you. I just thought that you should know. -Tahiri He wasn’t sure how long he sat staring at the words on the screen, his mouth hanging open and his eyes as wide as moons. He felt numb at first, unable to properly comprehend what he was reading, but the lifeless feeling soon gave way to alternating sensations of anger, fear, guilt, and a number of others too intense to identify. Eventually, he set the datapad down, leaving the message open, and found his way to the refresher. He turned on the tap for the water shower, shucked his clothes, and stepped into the already hot stream. The heat and the pressure of the falling water stung his skin, but he didn’t notice. The throbbing in his head was far worse now than it had ever been. Arms above his head, he leaned against the steam-fogged wall of the shower, the water pelting his back and reddening his skin. He tried not to think much of his encounter with Tahiri Veila. It had little to do with what happened between them, though that nagged at him too. Mostly, he felt supremely guilty each time he remembered running from her room like a coward the morning after, before she could wake up. He still wasn’t sure why he had run, but he cursed himself for doing so whenever he thought about it. And now the situation had become worse. He could almost hear the words spoken from her mouth, in that broken, sad voice. I’m pregnant. The baby is yours. The thought made him nauseous. It wasn’t that he didn’t like children, or didn’t want them. But he sure as hell hadn’t wanted it to happen like this. One drunken encounter with a girl he barely knew…He banged his head against the shower wall, wincing as the pain shot through every nerve in his brain. Way to go, Jagged, he thought bitterly, stepping out of the shower wearily. Look what you’ve done now. That girl can barely take care of herself, how do you expect her to handle this? He lay on his bed for a long time, thinking, cursing, pondering what needed to, or was going to, happen next. His thoughts replayed in his head over and over, and each time, no matter the scenario, he reached the same conclusion. There was really only one thing he could do. ~ The talk with his father had gone well, despite the fact that Soontir Fel still had many questions by the end of the conversation. Mainly, he wondered about the personal problem that had caused Jag to request an extended leave-of-absence. Though Jag had assured his father that he would, as soon as possible, tell him what was happening, he could read the concern in Soontir’s eyes. Nevertheless, Soontir, as Syndic, had granted the leave, and as father, given his blessing. Jag felt exhausted by the end of the conversation, but some of the weight had lifted from his shoulders. At least now he was free to deal with this, without the added stress of work wearing on him. But he had been unable to confide in his father. He couldn’t stand to face Soontir’s deep disappointment in him when he found out what his son had done. No, he would take care of this first, do what he had to do to make this right, or as right as possible, and then he would tell him. At least then he could say that he had done the right thing, with the best of intentions. But he still needed to talk to somebody. The need to confess was strong, and he could think of only one person to talk about it with. He returned to the chair in front of the comm unit, hesitating before he entered the code he still remembered without having to think about it. He waited, fidgeting nervously, while the call connected. The face that appeared belonged not to the person he had been expecting, yet its presence there came as no true surprise. Kyp Durron looked out at him from the screen, backed by the familiar site of Jaina’s bedroom in her Denon apartment. You can do this. You had to know this would happen, he told himself, taking a breath. “Kyp,” he greeted. “Jag,” Kyp replied, looking to be about as uncomfortable as Jag felt. That was somewhat relieving. Jag had almost expected him to be smug. “Um…I wonder if I might speak to Jaina.” Kyp’s eyes darted to his right, where Jag knew the door to Jaina’s en suite lay. “She’s just in the shower now,” he said. “Should I have her comm you back, or do you want to wait?” Jag sighed. “It’s important…I’ll wait.” Kyp nodded, and offered Jag an awkward smile. “So how have you been?” At this, Jag chuckled ruefully. “I’ve been better,” he admitted. “You?” Kyp tried to play down his grin, though with rather dismal success. “Lately, pretty good.” Since you finally got Jaina, Jag grumbled, though he knew his bitterness was misplaced. Kyp wasn’t grinning to spite him; he was truly happy. “And Jaina? How is she?” “She’s…” Before he could finish, Kyp looked to the right again, a smile on his lips. “Well, ask her yourself in a second.” Kyp stood from the chair and left the view of the screen, though the unit still picked up his voice. “It’s Jag…he says it’s important.” “Jag?” he heard Jaina remark, her tone surprised, but not displeased. They continued to speak quietly, though Jag couldn’t hear precisely what they were saying. He focused on the area of the room visible on screen, taking note of the comfortable way Kyp’s belongings were strewn about, mingling with hers. “You aren’t going to get dressed…?” Kyp queried, this time his voice carrying. Jaina’s reply made him smile, despite himself. “Kyp, he’s seen me before in far less than a towel.” She appeared then, indeed wrapped in a long blue towel, her hair, longer than he’d ever seen it, dripping over her shoulder. She was not looking at him yet. Instead her gaze was focused in the direction she had come from, obviously looking at Kyp even as she sat in the chair. Jag heard the sound of her door closing, and then she turned to look at him. She smiled, looking as though she was glad to hear from him, even if she was a bit surprised. “Hey you,” she said. Jag returned her smile. “Hey,” A moment of silence passed between them before Jaina spoke again. “About Kyp…” “I heard,” Jag told her. Jaina sighed, one hand absently wringing the water from her hair. “I wanted to tell you. I should have told you…” “Don’t worry about it, Jay,” Jag said quietly. “We both knew it was bound to happen anyway.” Did I just say that? “As long as you’re happy.” Jaina’s grin was broad and radiant. “Very,” she admitted, but then frowned and looked him in the eye. “But you aren’t…what’s the matter Jag?” He exhaled audibly. “Jay, I have a huge problem.” Jaina frowned, leaning her arms on the desk in front of her, bringing her face close to the screen. The genuine concern that showed in her eyes warmed his heart. “What’s wrong, Jag?” Jag leaned his head on his hand, fingers cradling his forehead where his headache still lingered. “I ran into Tahiri Veila, about a month ago.” Jaina’s eyes widened. “Tahiri? Nobody’s seen or heard from her in years! How is she? Jag grimaced. “Not good,” he replied. “She…she wasn’t herself, at least the way I remember her. Depressed, I think.” He paused, to let that sink in, looking down for a moment. When he looked up again, he said, “And she’s pregnant.” Jaina’s expression of concern for the younger Jedi faded, dissolving into one of shock, though it was clear she hadn’t comprehended the entire meaning of his statement. “How far along was she?” she asked. Jag winced. “Um, well, she wasn’t.” he said. “The baby’s mine.” Jaina’s jaw dropped and she blinked at him incredulously. “What the—what happened?” Jag made a face, and Jaina shook her head. “Well, obviously Jagged.” she said, rolling her eyes. “It was stupid,” Jag confessed, feeling miserably guilty. “I ran into her in a cantina, and we had some drinks, and ended up going back to her room.” Jaina sighed. “You moron.” “I know, I know,” Jag muttered. “It shouldn’t have happened…” Jaina sighed again. “You know how you get when you drink,” she whispered, looking him in the eye knowingly. “You shouldn’t have started anything with her, because you know you weren’t going to stop.” Jag groaned, but couldn’t dispute her words. “I left, before she got up…” Jaina sighed at this. “What in the name of the Force propelled you to do something that stupid?” she asked. “That’s not like you.” He couldn’t quite meet her eye. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I panicked, or something, I don’t know. Not exactly my shining hour.” “No, certainly.” she concurred. “I didn’t hear from her until about an hour ago, when she sent me this.” He held up the datapad to show her. Jaina swallowed, and sighed. “And it’s yours, for sure?” “She said it was.” Jag replied. “I’m inclined to believe her, unless I find out otherwise.” Jaina fell silent again, looking away from him, thinking. “What are you going to do?” She looked back at him, and he could clearly see her concern, both for him and for Tahiri. “I’m going to help her.” he answered, quietly. Jaina smiled. “That’s noble of you, Jag.” “Not noble,” he said, shrugging. “I got her into this. She said she didn’t want anything from me, she just wanted me to know. But she’s alone, and it’s my fault. If I hadn’t…well, neither of us would be in this predicament.” Jaina nodded. “I’m sorry, Jag.” she said. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know, okay? “I will,” he agreed. “Thank you.” “No problem.” she assured him, and then smiled. “Jag?” “Yeah?” “It was nice to hear from you.” she said, quietly. Her eyes were glistening as she looked at him. “Don’t go so long without comming me next time, okay?” “Alright Jay,” he whispered. He stared at the screen long after she had broken the connection, his smile bittersweet. His life was still spiralling rapidly out of control, but at least this little portion of it felt right. He had always been able to count on Jaina, and the knowledge that he still could was a comfort beyond anything else. He left the chair and climbed into his bed, his eyes falling shut even as he lowered his head to his pillow. ~ ~Abby~ -----signature----- A Twist of Fate ~ http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/15764413/?34 Like Buffy Fics? ~ http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=abelina&keyword=Spuffy&filter=all Best Intentions ~ http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b104
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Babi_Tahiri Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 10/1/04 6:25pm Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~Updated October 1st~
	does the first comment boogie YAYAY!! Poor Jaggie. Poor Tahiri... sigh Hurry up and get to the good stuff I know is coming! LOL!! jumps up and down I loved the conversation between Jaina and Jag! Can't wait for more!! ~^~ Tahiri ~^~ -----signature----- "I don't know all the details," Kyp said. "But Tahiri said it involved a lot of screaming." - "Just a Kiss" by JainaDurron I <3 J/T & K/J!! ======\|======================> Beware of my pink lightsaber! (Yes I said PINK LIGHTSABER!)
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DantanaSkywalker Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 10/1/04 6:30pm Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~Updated October 1st~
	Wow. Totally didn't see that coming! Dana -----signature----- http://www.kypandjaina.net "I always liked Kyp Durron better, anyway." -- Han Solo H.A.L. 1979-2008. An saol seo, gui duit an saol eile. Congrats, babe. Hope you're still laughing, wherever you are.
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Smuggler_Shidakis Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 10/1/04 6:48pm Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~Updated October 1st~
	delurks [face_shocked] JAG!! BAD JAG! BAD! BAD! Poor Tahiri... so lost and confused and without Anakin and knocked up by some guy she barely knows... K/J! YAY! Go K/J! -----signature----- K/J = Dark Lady of the JCC \| Master to Darth-Wanderguard Adopter of Rosh_Penin Désolée, mon président est un idiot. Je n'ai pas voté pour lui.
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 10/2/04 5:34am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~Updated October 1st~
	A baby? Tahiri is going to have a baby? face shocked and it's Jag's? I certainly didn't expect this. It's good that you can surprise me so totally in the second chap of your story winks Nice of Jag to do the right thing, though... -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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Kazzy Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 10/2/04 5:46am Subject: RE: Best Intentions (Jag/Tahiri, some K/J, post-NJO) ~Updated October 1st~
	I think this chapter deserves another "Whoa!" This is just fantastic stuff, Abby. Poor Tahiri, she doesn't seem like she much in a state to do anything. She feel terrible. And I can't help wondering how she'll react when Jag turns up, because I'm think there's probably many differant things that could happen. Or go boom. But I guess I'll find out. The scene between Jag and Jaina was sweet. Nice to see that little bit of interaction between them. Oh, please you have ot keep PM me when you update, this is too good to miss! -----signature----- If you could touch the alien sand, and hear the cry of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you? - First Doctor Looking for me? For my fic? Try my LJ. http://bytheseaside.livejournal.com/profile
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