Kyp
was still asleep.
Siee sat by the bed, reading a magazine. "You know,
you can wake up ANYTIME NOW!"
Kyp just mumbled something that sounded like, "I don't
feel like digging for spice anymore...."
"Why were you digging spice?"
"Cause I have to," he mumbled in his sleep.
"Are you awake?" she asked.
He didn't answer.
She
sighed. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
A soft snore escaped the exhausted teen's lips before
he moaned slightly and turned over on his side, facing her.... very
asleep.
"You
drive me nuts sometimes, you know that right?"
"No."
"Well
you do." She stared at him. He WAS asleep... but she had heard stories
of men who talked in their sleep, revealing their deepest secrets without
knowing. A grin came to her lips. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes...." he curled up tighter beneath the blankets
with a sigh.
"What
day is tomorrow?"
"Sixthday."
"So what do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Sleep... forever sleep."
"But
then you would never get to teach me. You want to teach me to be a Jedi,
right?"
"Yes."
"So...
what were you doing on Coruscant after I went to the temple?" She sat
back in her chair, assuming her Intel questioning pose.
"Executing."
"Executing
who?" she leaned forward, confused.
"Pirates... Imperial Resistance Cells.... muggers....."
"How
many did you execute?"
"Three... four hundred.... Don't know, stopped counting."
Langurously he
stretched, flipping onto his stomach, one leg sticking out from beneath
the covers. Still fast asleep.
She
sat back in her chair, and just stared at him. Finally she asked. "Why?"
"I had to."
"Why?"
"They needed to die... and gave me a chance to catch
attention."
"Who's
attention?"
"The Sith's attention."
She
blinked. "The Sith that took over my body?"
"Yes."
"Why
do you want HIS attention?"
The look on his sleeping face was no longer peaceful,
but dark, pained. "So he won't want you."
She
blinked. "Explain."
"If he takes me, then the Jedi can gang up on us,
and eliminate his threat. I have nothing to lose. You have everything
to lose."
"What
makes you think you have everything to lose?"
"I have nothing to lose."
"Why
do you think that."
"I have nothing."
"Explain."
"I have no family, no real attatchments. Few will
mourn me and I will be quickly forgotten. I. Don't. Matter."
"You
do too matter. You have the Solo's. You have the potential for greatness.
I'm your friend, I'd mourn you."
"Briefly."
"You
killed how many people in a stupid... STUPID attempt to save my life...
and you think I'd only mourn you briefly?"
"You weren't supposed to find out."
"I'm
Intel. You know I would have found out sooner or later."
"Nobody knew my real motives, they just think I went
vigilante."
"You
do this often? Go vigilante to save a woman's life?"
"No."
"Then
why me?"
"I don't know."
"Do
you like me, Kyp?" She asked before her brain caught up with her mouth.
"I don't know." There was a pause as his sleeping brain tried to work
it out. "Yes."
Siee
tried to hold back a smile. "Would you do anything I ask you to do?"
"Yes, within reason."
"If
I ask you not to go after the Sith, would you listen to me?"
"No."
"Would
you at least train me first, and we can go together?"
There was a long sigh. Then silence. Then.... "Yes."
He groaned slightly and
shifted in the bed, flipping himself onto his back, one leg hanging off
the edge of the bed, the covers all askew.
"Promise
me you won't leave then, until we can fight this together."
"Do I have to?" He scratched at his chest briefly, then rested his
arm across his abdomen.
"Yes."
"I will."
"You
know, you look cute when you sleep," she stated.
He streched a bit and his lower lip pouted slightly...
he said nothing.
"So...
why do you wear two pairs of boxers?"
"If I get stranded, or have to run with just the clothes
on my back... I've always got a clean pair."
"For
two days... what do you do after that?"
"Wash one while wearing the other, duh."
"And
if you're on the run and can't wash them? What then, go comando?"
If it's possible to shrug while you're asleep, he
did so.
"Why
are you still asleep anyways. You do realize it's been almost 24 hours."
"I hadn't slept since the night he tried to take you...."
it ended with a might yawn, and another flip on the bed... the covers
were pretty much gone now.
She
blinked. "Why?"
"Running...."
"For
two weeks? That's a long distance. You're not Gorrset Fup."
"Who? Not running running... running from people who want
to kill the killer."
"Was
it really necessary to kill them?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Imperials because they were probably trying to bring
down the NR.... Muggers cause of what they were doing to women....
Pirates.... because they're kidnappers and lower than hutt-slime."
"People
no one would have missed."
He was silent, but grimaced slightly.
"People
you felt were lower than you?"
"No. People who hurt innocents..." There was a brief pause. "People who hurt innocents don't deserve
to live... *I* don't deserve to live. I kept hoping one of them would
get the upper hand...." his voice trailed off and a tear fell from his sleeping eye as
he turned onto his side again and curled up into a little ball of
insecurity and dispair.
"Gods,
Kyp. Why do you think this way of yourself?"
"It's true." Pause. "I'll never be able to make up for what I've
done.... but I can try. I can only hope I'll die trying."
"I'd
rather you not... die trying that is."
In response, the tight ball he'd curled into loosened,
his face softened some.
She
reached a hand over to gently wipe his tears away. She didn't say
anything, though.
He smiled softly in his sleep.
"Hopefuly
we can work this out when we get back... and you finally wake up!"
Again, he said nothing, but a hand came up to hold
her hand gently against his cheek...then his hand dropped and he fell
to a deeper sleep.
