"What do you mean?" Jaina
frowned, tucking one leg beneath her as she
peered at her uncle.
Luke shook his head, "That's
not for me to tell. I've already said too much."
"But you know who they are,"
she pointed to the holo, "She has on a lightsabre, so she must have
been a Jedi too - who are they?"
Luke was silent. He
looked up as Mara entered the room, Ben on her hip. She moved
over to sit in a chair nearby, but glanced at the holo. "What are
you doing with a holo of Durron's wife and kids?" she asked bluntly.
Jaina's ears perked, "Wife...
and kids?"
"Mara..." Luke seemed to warn.
"What?" she shrugged.
"They're dead, no reason to keep 'em secret now, is there?"
"Dead?" Jaina spoke with a
whisper. That seemed to explain so much.
"Oh Force, don't tell me he's
still playing the lone widower," she snorted and turned from the room,
the conversation no longer interesting enough to warrant her attention.
"Does Kyp know you've got
this?" Luke asked her gently.
She shook her head without
looking up, "No - He's.... They don't know if he'll make it."
He took in her concern with a
kind smile, "Don't worry. Kyp's been a fighter as long as I've
known him. He'll pull through."
"I really hope so," Jaina
nodded. "I don't want to lose anyone else."
Silence reigned for a few
more minutes, then... "Uncle Luke?"
"Yes?"
"Please tell me about them?"
Not being able to get more
information out of her uncle, Jaina slowly
made her way back to Kyp's quarters to put the picture away and collect
the clothing. After thinking a moment, she set it on his desk
with
the other still-holos, and gathered up the clothes to put them in a
sack.
Slowly, she made her way to
the med-bay, depositing the clothes in a locker once she'd gotten
there. She moved to the waiting room, and noted with surprise
that Sharr was still there. "Why're you still here?" she
queried.
He shrugged, "Made a
promise." When she raised a questioning brow, he shook his head.
"What is it with you people
and secrets!" she said with exhasperation, throwing her hands up in the
air.
They were caught and brought
back down. She turned to see Jag, "Secrets?" he asked with a
raised eyebrow.
"Uhm...."
"I'm sorry I had to leave, I
needed to report to General Antilles."
"It's okay," she sighed.
"Come on, you need to go get
some rest," he told her, taking her elbow and guiding her reluctant
form out from the med bay.
Darkness and light created a
scintilating pattern not unlike that of hyperspace. It dashed
past on all sides as the lone figure looked
up. Another figure approached quickly. Feminine, small,
with
bright blue eyes.
She wagged a finger at him, "Ah ah ah.... we're not quite ready for you
yet," she winked. Then she paused as though in thought, then
smiled, "Not sure when we will be."
The figure looked at her in confusion as she waved goodbye,
disappearing almost as quickly as she'd come. The scintilations
of hyperspace-like flight vanished, plunging the figure into
pain-ridden darkness.
Loathe to be alone, Jaina had
convinced Jag to stay with her. He oblidged, allowing her to
cuddle up to him for the small comfort the contact would afford -
though he quickly fell to sleep. A short while later, and careful
not to wake the figure sleeping beside her, she reached and thumbed on
her beeping comlink. "Solo."
"This is Dr. Sunavogan.
You said you wanted me to comm you if there was any change in Master
Durron."
"Yes?" her voice was almost
expectant.
"The worst seems to be
over. I'm confident he will recover."
Jaina grinned, "Thank
you! Let me know if things change."
Before the medic could reply, she shut off her commlink, and snuggled
up
next to Jag.
His eyes lazily slipped open,
"What was that all about?"
"Kyp's going to live," she
said with a small smile, picking invisible
lint from his flightsuit clad arm.
He smiled, "Good. Go
back to sleep."
As he planted a small kiss on
her head, she finally allowed herself to fall into a calm sleep.
Jag had returned, after only two weeks - and Kyp... was going to live.
