Yavin

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       "Ok, this is ridiculous." She knelt beside Kyp on the bed. "You've been sleeping for two whole days. Time to wake up." She poked him.
       No response.
       She poked again. "Wake up."
       Still no response.
       Poke. Poke. Poke. Pokey poke poke.
       Five minutes, and three hundred pokes later, he was still fast asleep.
       Siee grinned. She had an idea. Leaning into his ear, she whispered "Kyp, wake up, there's a spider..."
       He jumped up, grabbed her arm, and ran with her out the room and down the hall.
       Siee didn't get a chance to blink as she was pulled by her arm halfway down the hall. "KYP!"
       They ran right past Booster, and were halfway down the third hallway when he suddenly stopped running, blinked and looked around. "Wha? This isn't Kessel...." He looked right royally befuddled.
       Siee looked at his face, then burst out laughing.
       Booster, who was only half a hallway away, walked up and patted Kyp on the shoulder. "You're outclassed, Lad. I suggest you put some clothes on, or something, if you want to keep running around the ship today."
       Siee's laughter increased and she fell to the floor, rolling."
       Kyp turned beet red, groaned and slumped against the wall to hide his face behind his bare knees. There he was, silver moon and stars on black boxers.... socks with stars and moons on them, on the floor, beet red....
       That's when Booster started booming laughter.
       Siee had tears in her eyes, she was laughing so hard.
       "Cruel and unusual punishment," Kyp muttered. "I swear, Siee... you're gonna be the death of me."
       She just laughed louder.
       He stood and started walking back the way he'd come, "Excuse me while I go cycle myself in an airlock without a vac-suit."
       "Don't forget... to switch your... boxers to get... the clean pair on!" she laughed out, trying to follow him but unable to.
       He stopped suddenly and turned around looking at her in shock, "What did you say?"
       She tried to stop laughing. "Noth...thing.."
       Kyp frowned, then turned, grumbling, to go back to the room and take a shower, and find the rest of his clothes.
       Siee followed behind, trying to walk straight and collapsed onto the bed. "No wonder you slept a few days. This bed IS comfy."
       "I slept *days*?" he asked as he finally found his flightsuit and went into the adjoining fresher for a quick washdown.
       "Two to be precise, and you hogged the whole bed." She stretched out further and yawned.
       "Why didn't you just grab another room?" he asked from the 'fresher as the water started to run.
       Soft snores were his answer.
       He washed up real quick, a three minute shower, then returned with his flightsuit zipped up to his navel, the arms tied around his waist as he dried his mop of hair. He touched her shoulder, "Siee?"
       She whined in her sleep.
       He smiled slightly, and couldn't help but reach out and brush some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.
       She smiled in her sleep.
       "Dream well...." He spoke softly, then moved to the chair beside the bed, and towel draped around his shoulders..... he fell back asleep.

       A few hours later, Kyp awoke again, and saw Siee asleep on the bed. Again, he went over, this time he sat beside her on the bed. "Siee?"
       "Yeah?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
       "We should be getting back," he told her.
       "Don't wanna go back." her eyes were still closed.
       "Technically, I don't either.... But we should anyway." He reached out a hand and gently shook her shoulder, "Come'n."
       She swiped sleepily at his hand. "No."
       He caught it, "Rise and shine...."
       She whipped it back, twisting in the bed in the opposite direction.
       Which, of course, pulled him along almost on top of her. He tried to hold himself up on his opposite elbow. "Uh... Siee...."
       Siee opened her eyes. She saw what she had done and blinked, then blushed as she let Kyp go. "Sorry."
       He scrambled off the bed, blushing himself. "Sokay... uh... we should be getting back to Yavin, though...."
       "Oh gods... Luke is going to be sithin mad!" She jumped up from the bed and searched for her boots.
       "Not at you, though, trust me," he half smiled as he waited for her.
       "Oh, you going to convince him that you knew exactally where the Errent Venture was and dragged me along? Making me fly my X-Wing, when you can barely fly your own?!"
       "No, I'm going to convince him that I manipulated you into going on a trip with me, and when you realised what I was doing, was when we came back."
       "You know he won't buy it."
       "I can make him buy it though," his eyes twinkled darkly.
       "I'd like to see you try." She grabbed her flight bag and off they went.
       "I can make YOU buy it, Siee..." he said evenly as he walked along beside her to the hangarbay.
       "Ah, but you wouldn't do that." She sung as they walked along.
       "Says who?" He puffed out his chest some, "I'm Kypster the Mighty, remember?"
       "Says me." She started skipping.
       He stopped. "Oh bugger you."
       "Yes, But I know something you don't know!" She skipped backwards to her X-Wing, sticking her tongue out playfully.
       He followed her, "What?"
       "Can't tell you!" She waved to Wiley, who started to prep the X-Wing.
       He ran up to her and grabbed her arm gently, "Tell me."
       "You talk in your sleep," she said simply, smiling.
       He frowned, "I what?"
       "You talk... in your sleep."
       "Stang... did I say anything stupid?"
       "That's for me to know and you to find out." She broke his grip easily and climbed up into her X-Wing.
       "SIEE!" He kicked at the ground and muttered as he stalked to his x'wing and started it up with a sigh.
       C> You make me crazy, Siee Janson.
       She closed her canopy, then smiled. C> I know.
       She looked at him, then waved his lightsaber at him before she took off.
       His jaw dropped, he'd forgotten that in his exhaustino he'd thrown it at her to get her to hush. He shook his head and quickly chased after her, after leaving a quick messagae to Booster, into Hyperspace.

*A few hours pass...*

       Kyp commed Siee as they flew down through the atmosphere to the temple. C> You have to give it back.
       C>You gave it to me.
       C> I threw it at you to get you to shut up.
       C> You said 'there' and gave it to me. Therefore, it is mine.
       C> What if I said I'll help you make one?
       C> Fine... then once I make my own, I'll give you this one back.
       C> -=growl of frustration=-
       C> -=laughter=-
       They soon landed in front of the temple... nobody was to be seen, but a Luke Skywalker standing serenely, with a bit of a glower on his face, waiting forthem.
       C>I think we are in deep poodoo.
       C> remember what I said?
       Kyp flew around the temple once before slowly bringing his beat-up X-wing down to land.
       C> Trust me, Siee... just act like you had to make me come back.
       Siee landed hers beside his. C> Sure thing Kypster.
       Luke was practically tapping his foot as he waited for the two errant teenagers to exit their starfighters.
       Siee opened her canopy and hopped down, tossing glares at Kyp.
       Kyp hopped down looking a bit miffed himself. "You know, Janson, We coulda stayed out there."
       Luke raised an eyebrow but said nothing as the two approached him at the edge of the field. He would wait until they got there before he spoke.
       "Just get moving, Durron." His lightsaber hung at her hip.
       "If I ask nicely, can I have my lightsabre back, Janson?" he asked bitingly as they crossed the airfield.
       "Maybe." She replied quietly and pushed him along to, "You said you'd take it, so go talk to him."
      Kyp grumbled as she prodded him along toward Skywalker.
       Luke had his arms folded. "Nice of you two to come back. What happened?"
       Kyp grumbled, "Hey, *I* didn't wanna come back," he shot a glare at Siee.
       Siee shrugged.
       Luke looked at Siee, "Miss Janson?"
       "Kyp's fault," she stated simply.
       He turned his look to Kyp, "And...?"
       The teenager put his hands out to either side, it was his birthday, maybe he could get away with it. "Hey, I just thought she'd have been bored stuck here and talked her into going to get some real food," he frowned at her, "Didn't figure she'd be an ungrateful little-"
       Luke cut him off, "Watch your language here, Kyp."
       Kyp snarled and looked at the ground, "Sure, Luke."
       "Master Skywalker."
       "Sure.. Master Skywalker."
       Siee kept her Intel face on, not betraying the laughter that threatened to burst from her lips.
       Luke shook his head, reaching out briefly to catch their spirit of the things. He could feel them both laughing impishly. "Well, when you two decide to tell the truth, let me know." He shook his head and turned around, calling over his shoulder, "K.P. for you both for the rest of the month."
       And with that, he was disappeared back into the temple.
       Kyp turned and kicked a rock against the temple, "Stang. Well, that went well."
       "Well, it could have been worse." She chuckled.
       "Could have gone better... wonder what tipped him off?"
       "Kyp... I don't like to point out the obvious... but he IS a Jedi Master."
       "Yeah well.. I'm stronger than he is, so it's probably your fault he figured it out," he grumbled at the ground.
       "You're stronger... he's better trained." Siee poked him. "And you're a bad liar anyways."
       He smirked and parried a second poke, "Hey - I could feel you laughing while you were scowling... I maintain it's your fault."
       "Ok come on, I'll bake you cake off the stuff we scrape from the plates," she joked.
       He held out a hand and took his lightsabre from her, "Whatever," he smiled impishly and headed toward the temple.
       "Hey, that's my saber buddy!" she shouted and took off after him.
       "Not a chance, Siee!" he shouted over his shoulder as he ran into the temple toward the kitchens.
       "You... you SLIKA!" she shouted and took off after him.
       He snorted, "Not last time I showered," he taunted back as he turned down a corner.
       "Don't make me lasso you again!"
       "Don't you dare!" he turned down a corridor and darted through a little used, or known about, hallway to exit the Temple into the dead of jungle.
       She, though, knew better. Where she knew the hallways of the Venture, the jungle was different. "I know where you live Durron!"
       He stopped a few metres into the Jungle, and looked at Siee, grinning. "So, I don't have to go back if I don't want to."
       "Ok then. I'll just take over your room and have the whole hallway end to myself." She turned and walked back into the temple.
       Kyp just shrugged, put his hands in his pockets, and walked further into the Jungle to think. He liked to think, and it was obvious his room wasnt going to be a quiet place to think anymore... not with her living across the hall from him.
       Siee went back to her room and whistled, grabbing Kyp's stuff and putting it in the hallway. She then spread her stuff out between the two rooms, having now a bedroom and an "entertainment" room.
       After about an hour or so, Kyp returned... and he stopped at what he saw. "Kuso! Siee, what in Kessel do you think you're doing?!" he roared.
       "Redecorating. I felt that i had enough stuff for two rooms so you have to find someplace else to live." She sat on a conform chair (beanbag) sipping a fizz while reading her datapad.
       "Fine, then." He gestured and his pile of things, quite small, rose into the air and he walked away.
       "Though if you do want your room back..."
       "I have no attatchments," he said over his shoulder as he kept walking down the hall at a 'stately' pace.
       "Ok... hope you find one that calls to you." She took a loud sip from her fizz.
       "That doesn't matter," he told her as he turned down a hallway leading him further away from sentient life.
       "We'll see."
       He didn't answer and disappeared from sight. He kept walking until he was nearly as far awayfrom her, as he'd originally been from the others.... which only served to put him twice as far away. He kicked open a musty door and directed his things to land on the floor. He then set about pulling a few things out and putthing them up.
       Such as the holo of him and Han two years ago, before everything went to hell.
       Another one of him and the Solo kids, in a frame the twins had made. Then the onlythings left for him to put away was his clothing. He shrugged, did so, brushed the dust off one of the bunks, and plopped down.
       Siee kept on reading, knowing he'd be back. After all, he said this wing called to him. How could he resist the siren call?
       Very stubbornly.
       He tossed, and he turned.
       He got up and he paced, then lay back down again.
       He stared frustratedly at the ceiling.

*Seven hours later....*

       "DAMN!" He hit the wall with the side of his fist, gathered his things back up, in his arms this time, and started stalking back down the halls.
       Siee slept in a hammock that she had strung between rooms.
       He slipped beneath the hammock, put his things back in HIS room, then turned back to her in the hammock. He glowered. Then he flipped it over.
       Siee landed face first on the floor. "HEY!" she cried.
       "I want you to get your stuff out of *MY* room, NOW." He stood with his fists on his hips.
       She stood up and dusted the sand off her pajamas. "You said you'd find somewhere else to live. It's not your room anymore."
       "I was here first, and I want you out."
       "Oh, tossing threats now, huh?"
       "I don't make threats." He leaned forward, nose to nose, his eyes very dark. "But if you're not out of my room within the next five minutes, you'll find out just how cruel the Executioner of Carida can be...." he growled.
       She licked her lips, then did something she always did to Wes. She kissed the tip of his nose playfully. "Yes master," she teased, then ducked under his arm and grabbed her stuff.
       He turned and watched her, his arms folded, his eyes somewhat glittering... inside though he was the picture of confusion.
       She took almost everything and went to her room, closing the door behind her. Left in Kyp's room was a stuffed animal ewok.
       When she'd closed her door, he entered his room and saw the Ewok, "Tha' sith?" he went over and looked at it curiously.
       He then picked up the Ewok and marched over to her door, then knocked on it, well... sort-of pounded on it.
       Siee whipped the door open. "WHAT?!" she shouted, her hair everywhere from being woken up again.
       He shoved the Ewok at her, spun on his heel, and stalked into his room, slamming his door.
       "SLIKA!" she shouted, then slammed her door shut as well.
       He growled, spun around, then stormed into her room, not bothering to knock. He grabbed the front of her shirt and leaned in very close, his green eyes dark. "Let's get this straight. I am not a slika, don't you dare call me that again - do. you. understand?"
       Siee blinked. "Why not? You called me it."
       He growled menacingly. "Think about it," his eyes narrowed and he shoved her away, stalking out of her room once more. her door slammed, and a moment his own did so as well. The darkness radiating from him was almost tangeable. If he didn't get it under control soon, the whole school'd be on him before he could say 'nerfsith.'
       "Hey!" She pulled open her door and stormed into his room, pushing him back down onto the bed. "What the hell does it even mean?!"
       He looked at her from where he was seated. "Bitch." he said simply. "It means Bitch." His voice was dark, cold... void of feeling.
       "Oh." She blinked, then started laughing.
       Wordlessly, getting darker, spiraling and unable to stop himself, he picked her up and pushed her out of his room, slamming the door and locking it to bar her from himself.
       The sound of some sort of wind, and crashing could then be heard from within.
       Then.... silence.
       "Oh come on Kyp, don't be mad." She leaned against the door.
       Soon... soft muffled sounds could be heard.... almost like.... subdued weeping.
       A light click on the door, but there was no other acknowledgement of her presence nor plea.
       Siee pushed the door open. "Kyp?" She tried to look around in the darkness, a chair lay broken against one wall, evidence of some sort of violence.
       He was huddled in a dark corner, he didn't react to her entrance... and he indeed was crying. He was, in every way, the perfect picture of a lost and frightened little boy.
       "Oh gods, Kyp." She knelt down beside him, wiping the tears from his face. "What's wrong?"
       "Shh..." he whispered curling up tighter, "Don't let them find me...." He was caught in a flasback, thrown there by the darkness, kept there by his own remembered terror. His voice, where it'd been clear and commanding before, was small and fearful, like a child.
       "Who?"
       "Them," he whispered.
       "Who them?"
       "Krad and his gang," he whispered fearfully. "Booster can't keep them away anymore, he's gone." He shuddered and tried to make himself smaller. "You better hide too," he whispered, his eyes unseeing, "They like the pretty ones..."
       She sighed. He had reverted back to a distant memory, and somehow it was her fault. "Kyp, snap out of it."
       He winced as though struck, somehow managing to curl up tighter, tears fell silently down his cheeks as he shuddered in terror.
       "Kyp! I'm taking your lightsaber... come and stop me!" she needed something from the present to snap him out of it.
       He blinked, "L... Light..." He shook his head and put a hand up to it as the world he thought he was in slipped away. "Stang," he said quietly as he realised he'd been crying, wiping the tears onto his sleeves.
       She pulled Kyp closer. "Shhh, it's ok." she said, holding him.
       He let out a long shuddering sigh and hugged her tightly to chase away his living nightmare.
       She rubbed his back soothingly. "Don't worry, I won't ever let anything like that happen to you again," she whispered.
       He was too much a wrek to disagree, or even banter with her. He just held her close, let her hold him. He drew strength from her warmth, from her presence of calm clarity and comfourt in the Force.
       She rocked back and forth gently, humming a gentle tune.
       After quite some time, he finally felt strong enough to pull away. He looked down at his hands, not up to her and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
       "Don't be," she said softly. "It's my fault."
       He looked up at her then, sadly, "No. I'm stronger than that, I *need* to be stronger than that." He shook his head and reached up tentatively to brush a bit of hair behind her ear. "It's not your fault, you didn't know."
       "You don't always have to be strong, you know," she told him.
       He shook his head. "That's not true."
       "How is it not true?"
       "If I'm not strong, if I let down my guard..." his voice trailed off as he shook his head and offered a sad smile. "Well, you saw what happened."
       She ran a hand though his hair and tilted her head thoughtfully. "That's control. That's different from strength."
       "I've always believed that you cannot control without strength." He shrugged and smiled slightly, he liked it when she did that. He wasn't sure why, but he did.
       "But can you have strength without control then?" she asked.
       He thought about it for a moment. "I suppose so, yes."
       "Then is it worth it?"
       "What do you mean? You can be strong and out of control... but it takes strength to even have control."
       "But if you can't control your strength, how can you call it strength and not lunacy?"
       He frowned in thought, "I don't know."
       "You can let others be your strength at times."
       He mulled that over in his mind for a minute or so. "But what happens when there *are* no others?"
       "You should never feel that there are no others. Even if they are not there with you phsyically, they are always with you here." She gently touched his chest above his heart.
       He looked down at his hands in his lap, "I don't understand."
       "No matter where you go, the people who care about you are always with you. You remember them, you can hear their voices in your head... you love them. That's a strength you can rely on others for."
       He then looked up, "I'll make a deal with you?"
       "What?"
       He reached for her hands and took them in his. "I teach you to use the Force... and you teach me what life is supposed to be like."
       Siee squeezed his hands gently. "I'll do my best."
       "Thank you."
       She stood and helped him up. "Want me to stay the night? I can hook the hamock up in here..."
       When they stood, he impulsively hugged her again.
       She looked shocked for a moment, then hugged him back.
       He pulled away, embarrassed... "You go on. I just... wanted to thank you. I'll be alright."
       "You sure?" She looked at him concerned.
       He nodded, "I'm sure." He paused, "I'll be leaving my door open, though."
       "I'll leave mine open too. That way you can call me if you need me."
       He smiled slightly. "Dream well, Siee."
       "You too." She walked to her room and stretched out on her bed, sleeping the opposite way so she could see into Kyp's room.
       Silently, Kyp lay on his bed, atop the covers, facing Siee's room... and he soon drifted off to sleep.
       Once he was sleeping, Siee got back up and padded across the hallway. She carefully took her stuffed ewok and placed it beside him, then ran a hand through his hair.
       "Sleep well, Kyp," she whispered softly, then gently kissed his forehead before returning to her room.