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Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 1/11/08 1:43pm Subject: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	Just Might Genre: Drama, Romance Rating: PG Time Frame: Between “Fury” and “Revelation” Maybe some spoilers, but nothing big. Characters: Jaina/Jag Summary: Jaina says goodbye. A vignette for the “Country Music Songfic Roulette” My song was “Just Might” by Sugarland. Enjoy! I got miles 'a trouble spreadin' far and wide Bills on the table gettin' higher and higher They just keep on comin' There ain't no end in sight I'm just holdin' on tight The galaxy has never made things easy for me. Then again, why should it? I, the joint descendant of Skywalker and Solo. I should be the target of all kind of misfortune. When Anakin fell at Myrkr I was devastated – no, beyond that. I was broken, crushed. Knowing Jacen was missing was even worse, for in more ways than one he is the other part of me - my other half. Now I'm wishing that he was never found. Is that evil? Is it evil to uphold the memory of the boy I used to know instead of this evil and twisted man before me? I'm packing for a mission that will inevitably end in a death. I don't know weather it'll be Caedus's or mine, but I'm going to try my damnest to make sure that it is Caedus's head who will roll in the end. This is the last time I will play puppet for fate. My thoughts are strong, and I know what I'm doing is right, but my hands are shaking as I pack my bag for Mandalore. What does one pack for a fight to the death? What does one pack to face an age old enemy and ask for help? I don't know and my indecision is killing me. I realize I don't have that much – my life has been anything but calm, and I have little to my name but my ship. Never mind, even that belongs to the Academy. It's a shaking realization to know that I am over thirty years old and still can't see what's become of my life. What? A dozen races saved? A galaxy once liberated only to be put back in jeopardy again? One could have been love and a few half hearted friendships? I don't even have a cat to come home too. There are some things I need to make right after this, I know that. Yet, when the end is so far off it's hard to keep faith. It really is. In the end I packed simply. There were a few folded jumpsuits, the muted tans and grays ran in to each other until I lost where one stopped and the other begun. On top there was a brush I know I don't use enough, and a make-up bag I'll never admit to owning. A few other odds and ends morphed together and gave the travel bag a sense of fullness. My fingers loitered for a moment on the worn canvas material of the bag, wondering when I had ever strayed this far from home. My eyes narrowed in a determined stare. After this. After this I would come home, and stay. The full bag is light against my shoulder, and I taste the lie in my mouth. I got someone who loves me more than words can say And I'm thankful for that each and every day The journey down to the hangar bay was long and quiet. Outside rain fell like mist against the new base. Endor's rich forests made anything other than a fine spray impossible, and the mists left you feeling clammy and disjointed rather than refreshed. I wish for a storm more than words can say, anything to match my turbulent emotions. I've said my goodbyes – Luke and Ben understood, how could they not? The pain that loiters behind their eyes is stark and hollow. It's a look I understand well. But there is a light there as well. Have they found a solace, a peace, that I have only grasped a glimpse of? I've told mom goodbye, and she'll tell dad for me. I don't want to be the one to see his face when he learns where I'm going. I don't know how much over the feud with Fett he is, but I'm not just ready to find out. I've told Zekk goodbye. That hurt more than I thought it would. I know he loves me, and in a way I love him too – I mean, I love his loyalty. I love the shoulder he presents and the memories he represents. Yet, I don't love him. There is no passion, no spark or flame. And for that reason I am happy. I don't want anything that can burn us both whole . . . Still it's hard to find faith . . . There's one goodbye I didn't make, nor will I. He'll understand, won't he? If I look at him one more time and tell him I'm leaving . . . I might not come back this time, and I don't want to leave him with another broken promise. It's just day to day tryin' to make ends meet What I'd give for an address out on Easy Street The hangar bay was empty this early in the morning. Above the open mouth of the bay Endor's forest glistened as the rising sun painted the top of the canopy in shades of gold and flame. I looked away, trying to turn my mind away from it's present course. My ship sat next to another pair of X-Wings, yet mine was easy to tell apart. Scuffs and dents marred the sleek ebony finish; each a symbol of a fight won and a battle lived through. I traced a fond caress over the port wing, a smile I couldn't totally contain spread over my face. “Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?” I jumped, I'll admit it - one part guilt and one part surprise. I whipped around, a protest on the tip of my tongue. Yet, whatever I had thought to say died as I looked into Jagged Fel's icy eyes. “No.” I said, my hands tightened on the strap of my bag, looking to ditch the incriminating evidence. “I would never do that.” He raised one eyebrow in that look he knows I hate, before glancing at my bag. I pursed my lips in a sour look, avoiding his gaze. His gaze had not been that cold since he first teamed up with us to track down Alema. There was a time when his gaze held nothing but admiration and affection – now it was a toss up between pain and barely guarded hope. I couldn't handle that hurt look, though. No matter what the stories say about me. Without another word I brushed past him to start prepping my ship. He spoke from behind me, “I already had her fueled and started. She's ready to go.” I felt my cheeks flame, this time I couldn't avoid him. “Thank-you.” I said somewhat awkwardly as I turned back to look at him.” Then, curiously. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Your mother, she's very open.” I rolled my eyes. Of course, “I should have known.” He smiled a smile that never quite reached his eyes. I had a flash of a scene in a med ward. I had thought that there was hope for when this was all over. Hope that maybe, after everything, I could have back what I pushed away . . . Now I'm not so sure. I used to believe in us When times got tough He held out a hand, “Here, I'll take your back. You climb up.” I looked at his outstretched hand as if it were a serpent. “Jag . . .” I started unsure how to say what I wanted to say, but knowing it had to be said. There was a shallow veil of something in his pale green eyes. I hazarded to call it hope. “Yes.” He shook his hand, seemingly impatient. Yet, I knew him better. Even after all of this time. I handed him the bag, but paused at the first rung. “I'm sorry, Jag.” “For what?” “Not saying goodbye.” I know my eyes were pained, but I am awful at this. Give me a saber or a pilot's yoke and I know exactly what to do. Give me a man who has patiently waited for everything, who I have gave nothing . . . and I'm helpless. Like a green rookie. “I wanted too, but if I . . .” I broke off, my hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. He was patient though, reaching out a hand to still my trembling ones. I shivered again at the touch, and for a moment everything seemed possible. Everything seemed right. But lately I'm afraid that even love is not enough . . . “If what?” He prompted, his voice so incredibly gentle . . . I felt tears spring to my eyes, and I cursed fate once again. “I'm the Sword,” She said. “I know I have used that as an awful excuse before, but this time it's real. My powers can be equal to Caedus's.” I will never call him Jacen. Jacen died on Myrkr with Anakin. “Yet, I don't know who will come out of the fight in one piece, I'm afraid . . .” There, I said it. I'm scared, just so scared. What if Fett turns me down? What if I don't have the strength to fight Jacen? He is me. What would happen if I were to kill him? Would I come out of the battle sane? Even know I can feel his darkness pushing in at me through our bond, even though I cut myself off from him a long time ago. It's getting so hard to fight . . . I looked up at him then, looking to find disgust or exasperation. Yet, I saw neither. Just a heart crushing sympathy. I knew then that he was thinking of his own siblings. Of what he would do if he actually had to . . . Then he reached his arms out and hugged me. He drew me close so that I could feel every plane of my body close against his warm strength. I was trembling, but he was not. The embrace was not romantic, but comforting, and I found myself clinging to him, drinking in the support he offered. When was the last time someone held me like this, and just told me that everything was going to be okay? I couldn't remember the last time. The tears that had been loitering sprang to life, threatening to fall. I felt his hands thread through my hair, and then he was whispering softly to me. “Jaina, you are the strongest woman I know, and you have never let us down before. No matter what happens there will be people here who love you. Don't forget that.” I heard the unspoken words in his voice. I love you. Yet, he wouldn't say so, not here. Not when there was so much on the line. He would give me time and let me do this one last thing. My hands fisted in his flightsuit, suddenly so very tired. Maybe then I could . . . But if you can look in my eyes And tell me we'll be alright If you promise never to leave (You just might make me) (Oh, you just might make me) You just might make me believe He pulled back slightly to look in my eyes, and I was shocked by the determination I saw there. My heart gave a crazy little leap, like it did all those years ago on Borleias. If I tried hard enough, I could imagine we were there again. “You will win, Jaina.” He said in a low, earnest voice. A roguish smile pulled at his usually tight lips. “Jacen won't know what hit him.” I returned his grin best I could, trying to disguise my shaky hands by pulling away and smoothing my hair again. Force, what does this man do to me? “Thank-you so much.” I said, still wiping at my eyes. “I . . . I needed to hear that.” He was still smiling, a small secret smile. He reached out a hand to trace my cheek, drying my tears. Once again I felt my stomach flip and my heart constrict, and I felt a new determination flooded me. I would win. Fett would listen, and I would win. The Sword would strike one last time, just because . . . Just because I had this to come back too. His hand traced over the corner of my mouth, and my breath stilled in my throat. I had the craziest urge to kiss him then – promise him in the best way I knew how. Tell him that I would come back to him. Tell him that he was my reason to fight and win. But I drew back, my eyes saying so much more as I came down to clasp his hands in mine again. “I have to go.” I said. He nodded, stepping back from me. “I know.” A shaky smile sprang to my lips as I climbed up the rungs of the ladder. My pulse was still hammering as I set my course for Mandalore. My mind was swimming, and my thoughts were flashing, but they were clearer than they ever were before. Underneath me I felt my engines hum as I started to lift off, and I tingled from the thrill of a mission's beginning. Still, I looked down one last time to see his smiling face. My eyes narrowed in determination, even as a smirk played across me. “Give me your best shot, Jacen.” I challenged, feeling Jacen shudder across the stars. Then I shot into the early morning light, and didn't look back. But if you can look in my eyes And tell me we'll be alright If you promise never to leave You just might make me believe . . . FIN ~MJ -----signature----- E-sib to the utterly adorable and inspiring Jade_eyes!! . . . because Squee!s are better in pairs.
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 1/11/08 2:07pm Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	I'm not really a country fan, but I love how you put this together. "Give me your best shot, Jacen." I challenged, feeling Jacen shudder across the stars. I like how Jaina went from indecisive and hopeless to determined to get her way. Personally, I've never really liked Jacen, so I half hope that it's his head that rolls to. Keep writing! Emerald -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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BigFatty Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 1/11/08 2:08pm Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	If you would be willing, we (the Jaina/Jag Index) would like to include this story in our database. If you could, please PM the following information to Jaina_Jag_Index (absolutely no mark-up codes please): Author: (link to profile) Title: (link to story) Co-Authors: (If applicable) And their user profiles Timeframe: (post NJO, post-Ruin, etc.) Characters: Genre: (romance, action, etc.) Keywords: Summary: Notes: (WIP, Complete, Vignette, etc., Awards it's won) -----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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HyperionRising Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 1/11/08 2:17pm Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	Most excellent! It's about the characters, not the ship, just like all the best shipping. -----signature----- The Shattered Galaxy: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27470222&brd=10477&start=27470240 Adventure. Romance. AU. A depressing lack of Ewoks. Padawan of SIthGirl132 Proud Master of thesporkbewithyou
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Jade_Pilot Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 1/11/08 3:33pm Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	Wow, girl! Great response to the challenge and your particular song. Who knew country and SW could work together??? Great emotion throughout! Bravo! -----signature----- BOO!
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jaina-Fett Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 1/11/08 6:46pm Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	Bravo!! loved jaina's challenge to jacen. -----signature----- "When as old as me you where , look as good you didn't " -Pink Five
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Flowerlady Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 1/14/08 7:40am Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	I loved it!!! Wonderful response to one of my favorite songs. You had Jaina and Jag down perfectly. FL -----signature----- Master to DanaeMariSkywalker, JediMasterArmada and PHGS_Weyr All WIP's on hiatus.... website: http://www.authorswe.webs.com/ Thank you to all that believe in me...Love ya!
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Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 1/15/08 3:35pm Subject: RE: Just Might {Jag/Jaina, Country Music Songfic Roulette} LoTF speculation/spoilers
	Yuppers, this was terrific. There you go.... amking me want "Burden of Imagination". Jaina's voice was perfect. Would lurve to see her confrontation with Cadeus--it would rock big time!!!! But what'd rock more would be her... coming home again. -----signature----- Spock/Nyota, woven forever together in gorgeous bonds of Nyota's "Cherished Moments" diary's gonna be hawt, hawt, melty! Squggles! [face_melting into 10 buckets!]
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