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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 9/16/07 6:35pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	Yippee! Finally we hear from Scotlyn again! And this was the best post so far! “Fair?” I had laughed bitterly. Overwhelmed by the emotions battering me, I snapped. “Life is not fair, it is never fair. If life was fair Zantos would still be alive. Rags and Neala would still be together, and my squad . . .” Tears made my voice choke, held back in my throat. “My squad . . .” I couldn't get anything out, the ability to speak had left me. Very well done. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar Failed member of CA (Challengeholics Anonymous)
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 9/18/07 2:39pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	OH dear, from such wonderful prospects of going home to finding out that Nakoni still lived. I knew she'd promise and it wouldn't keep her from planning to go after him though waiting until she can see might be a good idea. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 9/18/07 5:36pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	UPDATE TIME!! Wonderful moving update. Woohoo!!! Kyp and Scotlyn going after Nakoni the Sithspawn. I, like Scotlyn, am looking ahead with vigorous anticipation... to the next update. -----signature----- My alters= Alida Maritin, Mara Jade, Deanna Troi. I'm not short on taste . They're mutually blessed soulmates of some hawt nummy... let me stop! Irish, ginchy= click, Squggles!
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Lola64 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 9/23/07 12:23pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	I'm glad the surgery went well. But it'll suck for her sight to not come back for a few more months. But that'll give her the time she needs to plan how she'll get Nakoni. I don't blame her one bit for going after him. If it was me, I'd do the same. But I'm not so sure that Kyp will help her get revenge. However, if she goes off and he finds out, he'll be apt to go and rescue her. -----signature----- Kyp/Nurse Lola: the new ship I stalk people. It's a Lola thing. Senator & Dozen 11 of the KDFC
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Emerald_Lady Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 9/28/07 11:01pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	If I am doing sooo much better, then why couldn't I get up out of bed?!!! I do love Scotlyn. Chelsea is wonderful – never straying too far. She teases me and quips constantly, but I can hear the concern in her voice. She also remembered my undying fondness of mocha ice cream, and has set me up every night. Aww, Chelsea is a great sister. Plus Scotlyn has good taste in ice cream. . . . Then again, maybe it's a good thing that she's gone. On a happy note, I had a meeting with Cilghal earlier this morning, and the operation was successful. Yay! Tears misted at my eyes as I felt the pain at their passing a new. Those two loved each other so much, and were planning on marrying. Not now, not ever . . . I felt a very real rage enter me, and instead of fear at the news of Nakoni's living I felt appreciation. Now I could procure vengeance for my squad. So much bad news. Scotlyn's progression of emotions is very believable, but I hope she's careful... “You know that was not what I was thinking! Scotlyn, you're not being fair!” I feel really sorry for both of them here. I cursed then, fluently in seven languages. I could feel Chelsea smile, “Now, there's the Scotlyn we know and love.” Way to break the sadness with humor there. I promised . . . that I wouldn't do anything stupid. But, what was stupid about avenging my squad? Nothing. Nothing at all. Uh-oh. Great post! I was really happy to see an update. -----signature----- "Maybe he'd smashed her like a bag of chips in his drive to get some."--Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn "Every time you say Zekk abandoned Jaina in DJ, the Force kills a kitten."--jedi_of_ennth
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Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/30/07 10:26am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	iamobiwan1970 : You've been busy writing!!!!! Just a little. Oh man! That's lousy! So he killed several of her friends? I bet he is crazier than before! Only slightly. She thinks the Jedi [ie. Kyp] will help her! Hmmm, vengenence is of the dark side. I'm sure he will help, but in a more reasonable way than she'd like. Non-Jedi tend to be more pragmatic in dealing with people who have wronged them. Non-Jedi are more pragmatic. Kyp will be more reasonable, and she might not like that at first. Scotlyn is tough! Nakoni will pay! Emphatic nod. Alexis_Wingstar : Yippee! Finally we hear from Scotlyn again! And this was the best post so far! Yep, we're back! And thanks! Very well done. Thanks! Healer_Leona : OH dear, from such wonderful prospects of going home to finding out that Nakoni still lived. That's the way things always seem to go, huh? I knew she'd promise and it wouldn't keep her from planning to go after him though waiting until she can see might be a good idea. It may be a good idea. Jade_eyes : Wonderful moving update. takes a bow Thanks! Woohoo!!! Kyp and Scotlyn going after Nakoni the Sithspawn. I, like Scotlyn, am looking ahead with vigorous anticipation... to the next update Coming right up! Lola64 : I'm glad the surgery went well. But it'll suck for her sight to not come back for a few more months. But that'll give her the time she needs to plan how she'll get Nakoni. Yep. It stinks, but it'll actually work out for the best. Funny how life works. I don't blame her one bit for going after him. If it was me, I'd do the same. Me too. But I'm not so sure that Kyp will help her get revenge. However, if she goes off and he finds out, he'll be apt to go and rescue her. Very apt. Emerald_Lady : Aww, Chelsea is a great sister. Plus Scotlyn has good taste in ice cream The absolute best! Mmmm Scotlyn's progression of emotions is very believable, but I hope she's careful... Way to break the sadness with humor there. I'm a firm believer in comic relief. Uh-oh. Great post! I was really happy to see an update. I'm glad you enjoyed! I'll have more up soon! For everyone else, thanks for reading and there's more on the way! ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
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Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/30/07 10:28am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	Entry 13 Two weeks have passed, and there's been no improvement in my vision. Kyp advises patience, and Cilghal is preparing me for spending my life as a blind woman. Jaina is as anxious as I am. I may have been more patient at one time, but lately that has been proving difficult. I mean, how long will this take? A week, a month, a year? Oh force, a year? I really don't think that I can wait that long, even with promising Chelsea that I wouldn't do anything stupid. I mean, who can really judge what is stupid or sane? I can seek justice blind! . . . You're laughing at me? Aren't you diary? Well, go ahead and laugh! I'll show you, I'll show you all. I'll beat Nakoni's butt . . . . . . . as soon as I regain my sight. I know patience is my best course of action, but it is hard at times. The good thing is that I'm up from bed rest and am a regular with my physical therapy. Analee is amazed at my progress, and even Kyp remarked on my 'new found determination.' I haven't yet told him about everything going on at home, I'm not exactly sure what he'll say. After all, they are people he doesn't know – I haven't even spoken of them, it should mean nothing to him. Maybe I'm worried. Maybe I want him to feel something to prove that he feels something for me. Diary, you really bring out the hard questions. Sometimes talking to you adds more stress than it takes away. Ah, now you feel bad! Well, good! I've succeeded with one thing in life. Today was . . . interesting though. I might have asked something that I shouldn't have. It was another day of fumbling – I have mastered walking with a walking stick, but I'm rather inept when it comes to moving around without its aid. Today Kyp was helping me instead of Analee – who took the day off to spend with her family. I have been thinking lately, I may not be able to see, but my other senses are operating better than they ever have before. My hearing is uncanny as is my sense of smell and feeling. Could I learn to fight without my eyes? At least could I learn how to defend myself? If I could . . . I could go after Nakoni that much sooner. The only problem was getting up the courage to ask Kyp for his help. Today I was doing well, and was really enthused. I didn't trip once when going through the obstacle course – even the ones I haven't tried before. I was feeling reckless and bold – a bad combination with me, and came right out with it. “What do you think of fighting blind?” He might have been shocked, he might have been baffled, I couldn't tell. His voice was amused when he replied. “Fighting? Blind?” I had scowled at his tone. “Yes. Fighting. Blind.” He had laughed, further deepening my ire. “You aren't serious are you?” I had stopped, straightening, and propped my hands on my hips. I looked in the direction of his voice, my foot tapped the floor in an agitated cadence. “I am completely serious.” “I wouldn't recommend it, Scotlyn. After all – why would you need it? Your vision will most likely be returning soon, who do you have to beat so badly?” I had shrugged, keeping my voice carefully level. “Perhaps it's not wanting to beat someone – I just want to stay in form. I'm going to have to go back to work eventually.” He probably nodded. “What you're doing now will help with that. Now, want to start again?” I scowled, again. He was brushing me off. “Do you think I could, though?” He was silent for a moment, and I worried. Had I said too much? Did he know something was wrong? He knew me really well now, better than most. Did he suspect . . . “What happened, Scotlyn?” He asked, confirming my fears. “Somethings got you fixed lately. You zone more easily, and you're jumpy – you've never been jumpy before, not even when you first lost your sight. You're moody -” I harrumphed. I knew he glared. “- You've practically thrown yourself back into your physical therapy and now you're asking about combat. What happened that you're not telling me?” I sighed and lowered myself to the floor, tired already. “Nothing happened.” My tone came out harsher than I intended it to. I heard him sigh too, and then I heard him walk over to me. I looked up, glaring at the place where I knew him to be. There was a rustle of clothes and then he was kneeling down next to me. I felt the heat from his body next to me, warming me, and then he wrapped his arms around me. I was startled for a moment, jumping, before his arms tightened around me, holding me in place. A moment latter I relaxed, melting in his hold. Tears that I didn't remember summoning sprang forth, and I wiped at them, annoyed. “What happened?” He asked again, his voice was warm next to my ear, sending pleasant shivers through me. “Everything.” I said then. My hand flew in accompanied to my gesture. I looked back to him then, taking comfort in the fact that he would not be bothered by the unwavering stare of my eyes. He wouldn't let me wear my glasses around him. “It's a long story.” I said then, my voice was tired instead of bitter. I felt him shrug against my back. “I have the time.” I nodded. He always had the time for me, I knew that by now. So, I told him. I went way back, telling him about each person in my squad and their place in my life. I told him about Nakoni and our history. I told him about the fight in the warehouse, and that's how I was blinded. I told him of how Nakoni survived and how he was deformed. I told him of Neala's death and Nakoni swearing vengeance. I didn't tell him about Zantos, I just couldn't for some reason. Instead I told him that Nakoni just took someone dear to me years ago. He didn't ask anymore questions, and for that I was grateful “I am scared.” I admitted. “Nakoni's always held the upper hand, but I was always okay with that. After all, I could see. Now I can't, and I find myself jumping at everything, no matter how infantile I know that is.” I laughed. “He would never dare to get me here. I don't even think he knows I'm here.” Kyp was silent, but I knew he was thinking. I could feel his jaw work in small circles against the top of my head. At length, he asked, “Is that why you wanted help fighting?” I nodded. “Yes. I thought that - “ “ - that you could go and fight this guy before you regained your sight?” His voice was hard when he said this, with an underlying vehemence that startled me. I've never heard him so fierce when he spoke. About anything. I wasn't so touched at the moment though, I was more . . . annoyed? Curses, Diary, there's no better way to put it. My eyes had narrowed. “I'm not that stupid. I'll wait to regain my sight before leaving.” I really flinched when I said 'leaving.' That was the first time that I voiced that thought out loud, and it hurt. He flinched too, I could feel it. “You're not stupid.” He agreed. “Yet, vengeance doesn't think rationally. I should know.” I had scowled, totally missing the reference to his own past. “You speak as if I'm some emotionally addled child.” He shook his head. “You miss my point. Pain does odd things to normally calm and calculating people. Trust me, Scotlyn. Killing Nakoni won't make you fell better, and you'll hate yourself once you do.” I scoffed. “Killing Nakoni isn't vengeance, it's justice.” He shook his head again. “Again, justice is sought with a cool head, vengeance is personal. Right now this is too personal for you. You need to back away from the situation, cool off, and think before you throw your life away. Perfect for you, you can't see and I won't have you leaving on a suicide mission before your sight is gained.” I glared at nothing in particular. I crossed my arms, and bit my lower lip, thinking. What he said was true, yet I didn't want to listen. Listening meant putting aside what I wanted most at the moment. His arms tightened around me, before one moved, running through my hair in a comforting motion. I relaxed, thoughts of revenge temporarily put aside. This wasn't over, not by a long shot. But . . . there was something else that I wanted. And at that moment I came blissfully close. “Besides, revenge isn't as sweet as it may seem.” He continued. “I should know.” He told me his story then, telling me of his family – how his parents were murdered by the Empire. His brother was forcibly conscripted as a stormtrooper and he was sent to Kessel. Under the control of a dark spirit he took his revenge against the Empire when he turned the Sun Crushed on Carida. In the end he ended up accidentally killing his brother, along with a whole planet of soldiers – others who may have been just as abused by the Empire. I knew the story. Everyone in the galaxy knew the story. I had Jaina's information too, but to hear it from him was different. It was . . . touching. I turned, returning his embrace. He needed it as much as I did. Only, I didn't sense sadness coming from him, only contentment. Something inside said he was happy to help me learn from his mistakes. Now there was just left to see if I would take the story to heart. I was divided then, Diary. I want Nakoni dead, more than I have ever wanted anything. Yet, what about after that? I sighed, resolving not to think about it until latter. It was just giving me a headache. This wasn't resolved, nor was it over. But for a moment, I felt at peace. TBC ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
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Emerald_Lady Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 9/30/07 10:58am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	After all, they are people he doesn't know – I haven't even spoken of them, it should mean nothing to him. Maybe I'm worried. Maybe I want him to feel something to prove that he feels something for me. That's very insightful of her. Self-knowledge comes in very handy sometimes. Diary, you really bring out the hard questions. Sometimes talking to you adds more stress than it takes away. Of course, no one said self-knowledge was a comfortable thing. Ah, now you feel bad! Well, good! I've succeeded with one thing in life. I had stopped, straightening, and propped my hands on my hips. I looked in the direction of his voice, my foot tapped the floor in an agitated cadence. “I am completely serious.” This mental picture of indignant Scotlyn just made me laugh. I felt the heat from his body next to me, warming me, and then he wrapped his arms around me. I was startled for a moment, jumping, before his arms tightened around me, holding me in place. A moment latter I relaxed, melting in his hold. Tears that I didn't remember summoning sprang forth, and I wiped at them, annoyed. Squee! I looked back to him then, taking comfort in the fact that he would not be bothered by the unwavering stare of my eyes. He wouldn't let me wear my glasses around him. melts into pile of mush I nodded. He always had the time for me, I knew that by now. further degenerates into a puddle His voice was hard when he said this, with an underlying vehemence that startled me. I've never heard him so fierce when he spoke. About anything. hehe She'll figure it out eventually. Again, justice is sought with a cool head, vengeance is personal. Very wise. This wasn't over, not by a long shot. But . . . there was something else that I wanted. And at that moment I came blissfully close. Awww...this was a great update! I loved the mush, and things are coming to a head with Nakoni too. Maybe Scotlyn can have both the things she wants in the end? -----signature----- "Maybe he'd smashed her like a bag of chips in his drive to get some."--Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn "Every time you say Zekk abandoned Jaina in DJ, the Force kills a kitten."--jedi_of_ennth
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 9/30/07 1:47pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	Loved it, MJ. I can't even say which part I liked best. I love how this is going. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar Failed member of CA (Challengeholics Anonymous)
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 10/1/07 12:16pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	I was divided then, Diary. I want Nakoni dead, more than I have ever wanted anything. Yet, what about after that? I sighed, resolving not to think about it until latter. It was just giving me a headache. I love that she's looking and thinking beyond the immediate. Excellent post. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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Lola64 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 10/3/07 5:49pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	Very nice update. I'm feeling very jealous of Scotlyn at the moment. We'll just have to see if she's going to heed Kyp's advice or go on her own and get into trouble. -----signature----- Kyp/Nurse Lola: the new ship I stalk people. It's a Lola thing. Senator & Dozen 11 of the KDFC
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Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 10/5/07 4:48am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	Lovely touching update. I love how Kyp and Scotlyn shared their histories and are drawing closer. Kyp was straight with her on the difference between vengeance and justice, which she'll take more to heart after his story. They're so natural together. Scotlyn, like two other OCs in the diary challenges, is "canon" to me. Like, if I read a story about Kyp from now on, I'll think he eeds Scotlyn or someone just as near to that as possible. HUGS! -----signature----- My alters= Alida Maritin, Mara Jade, Deanna Troi. I'm not short on taste . They're mutually blessed soulmates of some hawt nummy... let me stop! Irish, ginchy= click, Squggles!
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Durroness Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 10/8/07 9:23pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	So I stumbled upon this a couple of days ago and I love it! Mira_Jade posted: I think Kyp likes her. Everyone likes Chelsea. Kyp and Chelsea. Although there are lots of parts I really liked, I had to chose the above as my favorite... my RL name is Chelsea, and even though it is wildly taken out of context, I love it! Someone besides me put our names together! hehe But on a more serious note, I am eagerly awaiting an update! if you are doing PMs, can I have one? -----signature----- "For one flower laid on the shrine which we keep in our hearts for the dead, is worth more than any gift to our living selves."
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Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 10/15/07 5:40pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	I have an update ready! First - replies! Emerald_Lady : That's very insightful of her. Self-knowledge comes in very handy sometimes. Sometimes. Of course, no one said self-knowledge was a comfortable thing. Nope, not at all! further degenerates into a puddle Awww...this was a great update! I loved the mush, and things are coming to a head with Nakoni too. Maybe Scotlyn can have both the things she wants in the end? We'll see. But, let me tell you - besides the periodic angst, this will have a happy ending. Alexis_Wingstar : Thanks! And BTW - I love the Cloud icon, FF7 rocks! Healer_Leona : I love that she's looking and thinking beyond the immediate. Me too. Thanks! Lola64 : Very nice update. Thanks! I'm feeling very jealous of Scotlyn at the moment. We'll just have to see if she's going to heed Kyp's advice or go on her own and get into trouble. I'm jealous to. And . . .we'll see. Jade_eyes : Lovely touching update. I love how Kyp and Scotlyn shared their histories and are drawing closer. Kyp was straight with her on the difference between vengeance and justice, which she'll take more to heart after his story. They're so natural together. Scotlyn, like two other OCs in the diary challenges, is "canon" to me. Like, if I read a story about Kyp from now on, I'll think he eeds Scotlyn or someone just as near to that as possible. Yep, Kyp will always give it to her straight, and I know what you mean. Kyp/Scotlyn is just so normal to me now. sigh Durroness : Welcome to the story! Although there are lots of parts I really liked, I had to chose the above as my favorite... my RL name is Chelsea, and even though it is wildly taken out of context, I love it! Someone besides me put our names together! hehe I so understand that! That's just too funny! But on a more serious note, I am eagerly awaiting an update! if you are doing PMs, can I have one? Sure, PMs and updates coming soon! ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
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Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 10/15/07 5:48pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 9/30!
	Entry Fourteen Dear Diary, First off, I have no idea how to begin, where to begin, or if I even should begin. I mean, I'm only dreaming, I'll wake up in a moment, and then be incredibly embarrassed by what I'm about to say. After all, the best dreams don't last, never – do they though? What if this is not a dream? Could this be real? I mean, I'm not sure. Oh force, oh dear, please, whatever God is in the area . . . . Okay . . . . . . Deep breaths and I will continue. . . . Okay, so maybe it's more of a choppy, hyperventilating breath, but it's oxygen, this should work. - There. Whew. . . . No more caffeine for me. I mean, I didn't drink any, but I feel like I did - like I did, and then ran a marathon – my heart is still pounding like I did. But since it was just a dream, then why? Maybe because it wasn't? - - - Forgive me, I had to stop and bang my head against the wall. I feel better now. Maybe I should start from the beginning. Right from the beginning with a (relatively) calm explanation. . . . My head hurts now, Diary. I wouldn't recommend banging yours against anything. It's bad for your health. Argh! I can't stay on topic about anything, Diary. My heart is fluttering and my hands are shaking. Do you see what he does to me? Not fair, not fair, not fair! Okay, now I will tell the story. Don't sigh at me! I'm serious this time. . . . another deep breath. Okay . . . It all started this morning. Analee was still gone and Jaina was off sparing with Zekk – she said that she had some steam to blow off – and poor Zekk is her chosen punching bag. I swear, the poor boy turned as white as a ghost when she dragged him away. Kyp said that she received some news from Tenupe, but it wasn't good – he wouldn't say anymore than that. Yet, that is a story for another time. A few minutes latter Kyp suggested training some more, and I didn't object. Whatever I could do besides sitting around was a good thing. I think to much when I'm left alone. I need to keep busy or my mind turns to certain . . .things. I think Kyp knows this too, but he won't say. He really is so sweet that way . . . . . . Argh! I'm spacing this time! Honestly, you would think me to be a thirteen year old girl with her first crush. Really, I'm . . . . . . a number of years you'll never know, Diary. See how frazzled I am, I almost voluntarily gave my age. Back to my story. I was going through the course again. Kyp was teasing me and I was taunting him right back, challenging him to do it better. Which of course he could. I claimed I couldn't see him, so it didn't count. He has a nice laugh, Diary. A really nice laugh. Another random thought. Diary, I have to stay away from the walls when I talk to you. I'm going to give myself a concussion. Anyway, I tripped – as I inevitably do when I don't concentrate. His laughter stopped, and he reached out a hand to steady me. His hand burned against my waist, I must have blushed a dozen shades brighter before stammering an apology. I stammer a lot around him. Stammer, blush, fumble, oh, he must think me to be such a fool. Maybe he doesn't though, after all, next . . . Ack! Bad Diary, you want to know that part of the story now. Just wait. His hand moved from my waist to grasp my hand. He has nice hands, Diary. Did I ever tell you that? He has a strong grip – most men are cautious with a woman's hands, but his grip is firm. I like that – he gives me something to clutch on to. I can feel calluses on them – most likely from handling a lightsaber for years. There are other scars, these are long and spidery. From mining the Spice? An informant of mine named Nasher, he had the same scars – he was also imprisoned on Kessel. What a life he has lived. Such harshness. Yet, he is so kind, so comforting. No one would ever know. Are there shadows in his eyes though? Does his past haunt him still? I don't know. This hurts, Diary. I think . . . I think that I'd like to see, just once, and see his eyes. Then I shall be content, Diary. So very content. . . . . and, I'm off topic again, aren't I? Ahem, back to topic. I looked down at his hands, and . . . I saw something flicker. At first I thought that it was nothing. Many times I imagine that I see stuff, but it's not really there. This time was different. It was persistent. There was a flicker of gray among the black – nothing strong – just a glow of light around the darkness. Faintly I could see the side of his hand – it was dim, I had to squint to see, but it was something! The spidery scars were raised in my vision, the murky gray was bright after so long of not seeing. I saw shadows, Diary! Shadows! All hope is not lost! Time is all I need, then my sight will return, I'll go home, I'll kill Nakoni, I'll . . . I'll tell Kyp. He was silent, Diary. So very silent, at first I thought that he hadn't heard me correctly, so I repeated myself – with more stammering. Will I always be a fool around him, Diary? Will I? My mortification lasted for a second, when I realized that his hands were shaking against mine. Shaking, Diary. I've never felt him shake before, and I was confused. Was he mad? Scared? What was wrong? I was going to ask me when I was suddenly crushed to him, he was laughing – a rich deep happy laugh. Then I was off of my feet and he was spinning me. Still I was held to him. His enthusiasm was catching and I found myself laughing, happy happy tears filled my eyes. He came to a halt as abruptly as he had begun, and I came to rest on my feet, still held tightly to him. I felt him on every inch of my suddenly hyper aware skin – my breathing slowed, my heart thudded in my ears. His did to – I could feel it, I was close enough to hear it. I love the sound of his heartbeat, I really do. Another inane moment where my thoughts do not match the situation. I wasn't thinking for too long, I couldn't, because then he did the most unexpected thing. . . . Deep breathes, Diary. In and out. Yes, that was for me, not for you. He kissed me then. He dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me. Just a soft kiss, but a kiss, nonetheless. His lips fluttered over mine, unsure, and yet firm. It started out soft, sweet, but then something sparked. An emotion burst and then suddenly my hands were in his hair and his were in mine. Dear force, great Gods, and everyone else in the whole kriffing Galaxy, he can kiss! I could of sworn that I was drowning, but I wasn't. I was on fire, yet my flesh was cool where it slid over his. A myriad of emotions flooded through me, but I was strangely detached from each and every one of them. Then, I heard a polite cough in the background. I don't think that I have ever jumped away from someone that fast – I did then. I backed up, tripped over my own two feet – which made me whip around again – and straight into him. Thankfully he caught me, but his arms around me was very, very, very distracting, and not even the light laughter I heard could distract me this time. Is it possible to be that mortified so many times in one second? Oh Diary, why wouldn't the floor just open up and swallow me whole? I wanted it to. I really, really, really wanted it to. Stupid force, out to get me . . . . The laughter only grew louder, and to my horror I realized that there were two people laughing. . . .The ground will open up any moment, I swear it will . . . I heard Kyp growl behind me, his breath was warm on my skin, so I pushed away from him – this time without tripping. He's very distracting. Especially now, especially . . . Oh, Diary, I need help . . . Then the sithspawned intruder spoke, “I'm sorry, are we interrupting something?” I glared at the voice – Jaina – like I had never glared at anyone else before. She knew krifin' well that she had interrupted something. That little - See, Diary, that's exactly what I mean! I should have been thankful for the interruption. Not very, very, very, very annoyed. “We can leave you alone.” Zekk added, putting an unneeded emphasis on the last word. I glared blaster bolts at him, changing my mind and willing the floor to swallow him up. He'd deserve it too . . . Yet, the force had other plans for him, for I felt Kyp walk past me, and then I heard Zekk running. There was a clanking sound next – a sound I had come to identify as a lightsaber hilt hitting the wall. I heard Zekk's laughter fade (apparently he was running) and then he shouted, “Miss me! Miss me! Now you'll have to -” “- The rest of your life depends on you not finishing that line!” Kyp shouted and I heard another clanking – this time a lightsaber hilt hitting flesh. “Happy now, Gramps?” The other Jedi growled. I heard the rustling of cloth that meant that he was rubbing a tender shoulder. Jaina giggled again, and said. “Sorry, for interrupting. Are a congratulations in order?” I wanted to melt again. “We were just celebrating.” Kyp said, albeit awkwardly. Jaina must have had the raised eyed, please-continue sort of look. Kyp did - “She saw something. Just shadows, but it's still something.” I was assaulted by an excited squee and suddenly Jaina was hugging me. She drew back, and I knew that she was staring up into my eyes. “Really? That's fantastic! I can't believe it! Can you see this?” The shadows flickered and I registered a hand waving around in front of my face. I swooned dangerously – the motion did nothing to help my still loopy vertigo. I reached out and held her hand down, “Fairly.” I answered. Another squee, Diary, her enthusiasm is contagious. “Congratulations.” Zekk said. “It's good to see things progressing for you.” I smiled at him, we had a temporary moment where we weren't annoyed with each other. “You know.” He continued, “That didn't look like a 'celebratory' kiss. I think that you like -” Another thud. A moan. Zekk may be limping for a while. “You know, that was really unnecessary!” “It made me feel better.” Kyp sulked. “Just because you can't take the truth.” Zekk moaned. I heard a sigh as Jaina shook her head. “Boys. Boys.” There was a scraping of cloth and Jaina was helping Zekk to his feet. “Common, lets leave these two alone. I'm sure they have lots of celebrating to do.” I knew she winked. I'm glad that I didn't see it. There was a shuffling of feet and then silence. They were gone. There was a very awkward moment of silence, and then Kyp said, “Sorry.” For some reason that was the last thing that I wanted him to say. “For what?” I blurted. “For that.” I saw a blur that signaled a helpless gesture. “I overstepped my bounds.” “Because I let you.” See – the talking without thinking. Kriff! Kriff! Kriff! He smirked – I knew he smirked. All men have that same smirk when there ego is flattered. He held out his arm to me, and I took it with a sigh. “Congratulations.” He said, leaning in to whisper to me, a shiver passed through me, and I groaned. Force, what does this man do to me? I mean, I like him - a lot. I'd like to get to know him better. I mean, I know him really well – better than anyone, and I really really really like him. And . . .he's a fabulous kisser, but! Argh! That's besides the point. That's totally the point – I mean . . . . . .deep breathes, got it. Calm down. In and out . . . . Okay . . . This is wonderful Diary! Wonderful! I'm not the only one who feels something. I can't be a project to him, a passing fancy – he really likes me, me! Why else would he kiss me like that? Oh, this is awful. This could mess with everything. I have plans. Things to do – a Nakoni to hunt down and kill. I can't be distracted right now. Even when he is a most welcome distraction . . . See!? There I go again – my mind operates without my control. Yet . . . what about after Nakoni? What about then? I don't want to stay single for the next of my life. I want . . . What do I want? I think that right now I want a hot cup of something without caffeine and a warm bed. I'll think this through seriously when my jumpy mind clams down. Tomorrow I'll figure out what he wants and more importantly – what I want. Until then, Dairy, good night. Something tells me it's going to be a long time before I get to sleep. TBC ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! 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