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Beyond - Legends She Misses Him (Reposted!)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by Zara_Rose, Sep 17, 2003.

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  1. Zara_Rose

    Zara_Rose Jedi Padawan star 4

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    I don't own Star Wars; I'm just playing in the universe. The song She Misses Him is performed by Tim Rushlow.

    SHE MISSES HIM

    Jaina Fel awoke with a start. Something was desperately wrong. At sixty-one years of age, she had lived long enough to know not to ignore the feeling. Although it had been years since she needed to fight, the defiant fire had not left her eyes.

    Scanning the small cabin, both with her own eyes and with the Force, Jaina realized that there was no apparent danger lurking in the shadows. Stretching out with the Force once more, Jaina instead focused her mind on the ominous feeling tickling the far reaches of her consciousness.

    Glancing down at her husband beside her, Jaina was surprised to find herself staring into his pale green eyes. Jaina reached for Jag through the Force, only to be blasted away by a wall of shields. Jagged Fel was not a Force-adept, and yet, the strength of his shields amazed her. But even more astounding than the strength of Jag's shields was the fact that they were there at all. Jag had not felt the need to shield himself from Jaina since before their wedding, nearly forty years prior to that night.

    Looking into Jag's eyes, Jaina saw a deep fear. She probed the mysterious shields once more, only to discover the flame that was Jag had been blocked off from the outside world. It was then that Jaina understood that the shields were not of Jag's design. Instead, he was a prisoner trapped behind them. Furthermore, Jaina realized that she had no way to penetrate those shields. With this revelation, Jaina understood Jag's fear.

    * * *

    Five years later...

    She shaves his face.
    She combs his hair.
    She helps him find his rocking chair.
    She cooks his meals.
    She wipes his mouth, and the window that he's looking out.

    She reads him books.
    She speaks his name.
    Oh, every day is much the same.
    She sighs that sigh from deep within, the one that says, "she misses him."


    A small step-stool floated into the kitchen. When it landed at her feet, Jaina Fel mounted it in order to reach the overhead cupboards. She pulled out two bowls and placed them on the counter next to the food processor.

    An alarm rang in the bedroom down the hall. Jaina hurried to turn it off, then grinned at the sleepy man who had just awoken.

    "Good morning, Sweetheart," she said, sitting down on the bed. "I hope you slept well."

    "J-Jaya," Jag stuttered. The right corner of his mouth tweaked up in a small smile.

    "Come on, let's get you moving. The kids are coming today. We can't let them see what a scruffy-looking nerfherder you've become, now can we?" Jaina found Jag's slippers, partially hidden under the bed, and then she helped him to sit up and swing his legs over the side. She placed his cane in his right hand, then took her place on his left side. Jaina helped Jag to stand, and they began the long trek to the 'fresher. Although it was really only ten meters, Jag felt as if he were walking the entire length of a Super Star Destroyer.

    After assisting Jag with his bathing, Jaina made certain that he was comfortably seated on a stool. She fetched the old-fashioned razor blade and shaving foam from a drawer. Jaina squirted some of the foam onto her hand, then proceeded to spread it on her husband's face.

    "Do you remember the first time I ever shaved you?" Jaina asked with a sly smile. "It was the morning after our wedding."

    Jaina Solo rolled over and stretched, memories of the previous night's activities flooding her consciousness. Jaina Solo Fel, she mused with a smile. Her reverie was broken by the sound of Jag's voice, calling to her from their 'fresher.

    "Jaina-love, would you come here please? I need you." Jag's voice, although pleading, held a mischievous tone.

    "Mmm?" Jaina rose, taking the sheet with her. Upon entering the 'fresher, Jaina was not surprised to see that Jag was clad solely in a towel. However, the fact that his face was covered in shaving foam and he held a razor blade
     
  2. Lt_Jaina_Solo

    Lt_Jaina_Solo Jedi Knight star 5

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    May 27, 2002
    Poor Jaggie-boo!!! However, that was great, Zara_Rose! Wonderful job! And the song was great as well!
     
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