Sweatheart, What Have You Done ?

Well, I finally finished Allies and just had to write J/J as they should be - together. So here is a little bit of J/J fun.

This started out as being a very small fic, and well, it kinda got away from me. Too much to post as one, so I'm splitting it up. When all is said and done it will be two, possibly three posts.

As usual, nothing belongs to me. George owns everything.



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Jaina eased the door closed silently behind her, and stepped into the shadows of the massive room, a satisfied smile curling her lips. It had taken her the better part of almost two hours, but phase one of her mission was accomplished. Security had been neutralized. It would take them many hours to undo everything she had put in place.

It had been easier than she had originally thought and there was a small part of her that was a bit upset at that. She had actually been looking forward to a challenge.

Now, for phase two.

She glanced left, towards where she knew her target would be and scowled, shaking her head slightly. He had brought this all on himself. Why did he insist on always having to do things the hard way?

Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself.

Soundlessly she made her way down the long hallway, the plush carpet beneath her feet absorbing all sound. She stopped in the doorway of the office, casually leaning against the frame, arms crossed in front of her chest.

Seated behind his large desk, Jag made a few last notes on the datapad that he was reading and without looking tossed it on top of the others that were seemingly strewn haphazardly across the surface. He leaned back in his nerfhide chair, closing his eyes and rubbing them in an attempt to ease the strain and head off the headache that had been threatening to overcome his tired brain for most of the day.

She stood there silently watching him, unmoving, waiting for him to realize that she was there. She knew it wouldn’t take long.

Jag’s movements stilled for barely a nanosecond, a move that would be virtually undetectable to anyone except her, and Jaina knew that he had sensed that someone was there. The faint smile that immediately came to his face confirmed to her that she had been found out.

“Now there’s a sight I never tire of seeing.” The smile grew as he sat up in his chair and extended his hand towards her.

“You missed an opportunity to see more of it today,” she responded coyly, not moving from her spot.

“Did I now? And why would that be?”

“I don’t think so, Head of State Fel. Maybe if you’re good, you’ll find out later.”

A teasing grin crept across his lips. “And if I’m not?”

“Even better,” she said mischievously, her eyes twinkling.

“Come here.”

Jaina glanced at her chrono before walking across the room, she could see the tension in his shoulders and the stress and strain reflected in his eyes. She placed her hand in his, leaning down and kissing him sweetly on the lips before circling around the back of the chair and placing her small hands on his shoulders.

Ever so slowly she began to massage across his broad shoulders, her fingers expertly applying soothing pressure to relieve the stiffness and knots that lay underneath.

Jag closed his eyes as he felt her hands move gradually down his spine, the taut muscles of his back loosening at her tender touch, and the tensions of the day starting to ebb.

“You haven’t left this desk since I went out this morning, have you.”

He knew it wasn’t a question, she was stating what she already knew to be fact.

“I went and got caf a few times,” he responded slowly, lowering his head so she could get better access to his neck.

She stopped what she was doing and playfully slapped him, “Rolling your chair over to the cafmaker doesn’t count, Jagged.”

Jaina worked her fingers up his neck in small gentle circles, her fingers continuing their trek to run through his hair. She felt him relax at her touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, as the stress and strain of the day eased away.

“I have to tell you,” she began, moving her hands back down his neck and onto his shoulders, “you certainly have mastered the ‘work’ in this working vacation.”

Jag reached up and took her hand, pulling her around the side of the chair and onto his lap. His fingers caressed the side of her cheek. Tipping her chin up, he pulled her in close and kissed her softly.

“I know and I’m sorry. I had no intention of doing any of this today. The more I read of the ‘small changes’ that were made to the treaty, the more I realized that there are to many concessions that I just cannot agree to. I’m been trying to -”

Jaina’s two slender fingers against his lips stopped him. “Someone once told me what good is it to fight to bring peace to the galaxy if you yourself don’t take a few moments to enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

“That sounds like a very wise person.” Jag replied smoothly, caressing the smooth skin of her bare arm.

“Mhm, he is.” Jaina rested her head on his chest, a shiver running up her spine at his delicate touch. “To bad he doesn’t heed his own advice. Which is why I’ve been forced to resort to drastic measures.”

Jag’s fingers stopped midway down her arm, as he quirked a wary eyebrow in her direction. When it came to Jaina Solo, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what she had done.

“Sweetheart,” he said slowly, putting two fingers underneath her chin and lifting her head to look at him. Jag injected as much love as he could into his next words. “What exactly have you been up to today?”

Jaina winked at him, “Come on, we don‘t have much time. We’re leaving.” Leaning up and giving him a quick kiss, she got off his lap and pulled him towards the door. “Just the two of us,” she emphasized.

Jag took a step back, stopping their advance towards the door. “Just the two of us?” he repeated.

Less than two standard months ago, two well planned assassination attempts had been made within days of each other. One while they were together and the other attempt simultaneously coordinated to attack them separately. It was by shear Corellian luck that nobody had been killed and that the two of them had only received minor injuries.

After that security had been doubled, and now accompanied him everywhere he went. He had even insisted on a detail to shadow Jaina. He had expected her to stubbornly refuse and argue with him. But she had agreed with barely a protest.

He should have been immediately suspicious.

Jag found out later on that what was suppose to be backup for Jaina in case something drastic was to happen, had quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse between his fiancée and the security personnel.

It had started out with Jaina just simply evading them, but soon enough had escalated into each side trying to ‘capture’ the other, with each subsequent plan being more involved and elaborate than the last.

Galactic Empire Security was made up of the best of the best.

But there was no question on who the winning side always was.

He even knew that bets had been made on who would be the one to ultimately capture Jaina.

“Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Jaina began, spinning back to face him. A smirk came to her face “though in your case, I’m sure you would enjoy the ‘hard way’. But either way, I am officially kidnapping you.”

“Now, come on.” Grabbing his hand once again she went quickly through the door and down a small back hallway. “We don‘t have much time, by now I’m sure security has worked their way through almost all of my traps.”

Jag looked down at her in astonishment. “Traps, Jaina?”

“Just a few little things I threw together.” Jaina suddenly looked up at him curiously, “They have been trained never to cross the black and red wires when…Nah, they’ll figure it out. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

He was just about to question her tactics when he noticed the amused expression on her face. Jag knew without a doubt that she was enjoying trying to see just how much it would take for him to really loose his mind.

It was then that a thought struck him. “Wait, what about Ashik? How did you get rid of him?” Jag knew his Personal Assistant and Head of Security never strayed to far from his side, even when he was on vacation.

Jaina looked up at him and the grin she wore lit up the mischief dancing in her brandy colored eyes, and Jag realized just how much fun she was having.

“Oh, that was the ingenious part. I commed him and told him I needed his help. I had got my hands on some -”

Jag interrupted her, “On second thought, it’s probably best if I don’t know the details.”

O.M.G!!! *****RELIEF*****

J/J Fanfic!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Kailene!!!

Intriguing start. I love Jaina playing cat-and-mouse with her guards. That would make a great fanfic on its own merits!

And I wonder what wild mynock Ashik is chasing?

Love it! More please!

YAY!
This is a great start. I like that Jaina's turned her security detail into a source of entertainment. And the image of Jag scooting his chair to a caf machine...

I love it! I'm very happy to see this fic posted. And Jaina vs. Security, love it!

Do we get the rest of this?

Oldj, Solo_and_Fel, EJSF, TKL, I'm so happy that you all enjoyed it, thanks for reading and replying. After finally kicking DRL butt, the second part is finally done.

I was inspired by Oldj's comment, And I wonder what wild mynock Ashik is chasing? to add a bit more. And well, it came out much longer than I expected. It's not mynocks, Scrubs, but he's sure going to be doing alot of chasing.

Note: For those of you who don't know, the character Liz, is a wonderful OC that Ceillean created, Kyp's soulmate.

For the purpose of this story, and because Luke has been driving me crazy the past few books, I've made Kyp the Grand Master.

Oh, one more thing, it's unbeta'd, so forgive any mistakes.

Enjoy !!


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Jaina drove them out beyond the city limits in the nondescript well-armored speeder. Jag leaned back in the passenger seat, enjoying the thrill of the fast moving vehicle. Jaina handled the speeder as if she were piloting her X-wing. The grace and skill, combined with the look of sheer excitement that came to her face at the terrifying speeds and dizzying maneuvers was something that Jag could never tire of watching.

As much as he was doing his best to sit back and relax, he knew that he couldn’t do that until he assured his assistant that he was indeed alright and check on any messages that he might have. Jag pulled his comlink out, entered the code for his office, and waited for it to connect.

“Oh no you don’t flyboy.” Jaina reached over and grabbed the comlink from Jag’s hands and slipped it into her back pocket. “There will be none of that.”

Jag glanced down at his empty hands before looking over at Jaina. “I was simply going to-”

“I know what you were ‘simply going to do,’ and it’s not allowed.”

“Not allowed?” his right eyebrow raised in disbelief.

Wayward strands of hair flew off her face as she blew out a sigh. “Yes. Not allowed. As in against the rules.”

She took her eyes off of the busy lanes of traffic to look at him. “Haven’t you ever kidnapped anyone before?”

Jag simply looked at her incredulously.

“Sorry, forgot who I was dealing with for a moment,” Jaina smirked, swerving the speeder just in time to avoid a collision with a light freighter loaded with cargo.

Jag simply rolled his eyes as he shifted in the seat, tucking one leg underneath himself as he turned to face Jaina. “Am I to assume you have?”

“Me? No.” Jaina shook her head. “Not personally. First time actually,” she said flashing him a huge grin.

“I’m honored, then,” Jag said, his lip curling in amusement. “I know that I will regret asking this, but where do these so called ‘rules’ come from?”

Jaina took her eyes off of the traffic, her trademark grin on her face. “Solo Family Handbook, chapter 3, ” The ins and outs of a successful relationship."

“Of course.” Jag laughed. “I should have known that not only would your family have a manual, but a separate step by step chapter dedicated to nefarious and illicit acts.”

“Hey!” Jaina cried, her right arm shooting out to punch him in the shoulder.

Jag held his hands up in mock surrender. “It was meant lovingly, sweetheart. I promise.”

Jaina shifted her eyes towards him, her expression softening. As much as he was doing his best to appear relaxed, she could see the concern in his eyes and knew he was still thinking through the problems he had left behind.

“Everybody will survive a few hours without you, Jagged. I assure you that I took care of everything. I even left a trail of notes for Ashik telling him everything,” she paused a moment before continuing, “Though I doubt that he was able to work his way through everything yet to find them.”

“Jaina, what exactly did you get your hands on?”

“It’s nothing really. Just a couple of small things that will keep him busy,” she said nonchalantly. The flicker of a smile didn’t go unnoticed by Jag.

“Jaina.”

She glanced over at him, “You’re no fun, you know.”

“Jaina.”

“Oh, all right. It’s just a few small dust mice he has to get rid of, and then, um, maybe some thumbers.” Keeping her head front, Jaina glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes.

“And,” Jag prompted.

“Maybeacrystalsnakeortwo,” she said quickly.

“What was that?” He couldn’t have possibly have heard her correctly.

“You heard me.”

Jag didn’t know whether to be amused, concerned or angry. “What, the rodents weren’t enough, you had to go and add some crystals snakes as well?”

“It’s just as a precaution,” her tone of voice indicating that it should be obvious. “I couldn’t very well risk having any escaped dust mice running around now could I?” She held up her hand to forestall his next question. “No, it’s not the entire Embassy, just the security floors.”

“Why do you insist on tormenting Ashik like this?” Even as he asked the question, he had to chuckle at the mental image of his Head of Security running around chasing rodents.

“He's way too uptight Jag, he needs to learn to lighten up a bit.”

“He’s Chiss, Jaina.” Jag stated matter of factly.

“That’s why it’s so much fun.”

Jag sat back and relaxed in his seat, laughing quietly once again at the image of what was going on back at the Embassy. He knew that his security team would no doubt be putting a plan in place to exact revenge. He knew better than to get involved.

The noise and the tall, congested buildings of the city slowly dwindled to reveal the fresh air of the countryside. Small yellow and red flowers dotted the open fields, and Jag could hear the distant twitter of birds coming from the passing trees.

She turned suddenly down a barely visible winding dirt road, eventually pulling the speeder to a stop by a grove of trees. The view in front of him was magnificent. Beyond the trees sat a secluded stretch of white sand that met up with the crystal blue waters of a small lake, protected on three sides by high cliffs.

Jag walked around the front of the speeder, enveloping Jaina in his arms and pulling her close. “You’ve been busy,” he whispered against her ear and he felt her smile against his neck. His lips moved along her jaw line in a feathery light touch to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

Jaina broke the kiss slowly, looking up at him and smiling. “You have no idea. Come on.”

She handed Jag a picnic basket and blanket to carry while she reached back into the speeder and grabbed a small black bag.

They made their way through the trees and down a small set of steps carved out of the surrounding rocks by the elements. Large black-winged birds could be seen in the distance swooping down into the calm water to catch fish. A warm breeze blew off the lake, keeping them cool in the afternoon sun.

They set the blanket down on the sand and settled themselves against one of the cliff walls so they could look out at the water. Jaina reached down and pulled her sandals off. She snuggled up against Jag, stretching her legs out and burying her toes in the warm sand.

Jag wrapped his arm around Jaina’s shoulder pulling her close, and placed a kiss on her temple. She looked up at him, a gentle smile on her face, the sun making her brandy brown eyes sparkle. He reached over and gently brushed away the hair that had blown across her face. He slid his hand down, cupping her cheek as he leaned his face close to hers. His breath felt cool against her sun-warmed skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her ear.

Jag saw the blush rise in her cheeks as she lowered head and giggled. An extremely un-Jaina like and girly thing to do, but Jag adored it.

Jaina lifted her head slowly to look at him. Her cheeks were still pink and a tiny smile tugged at her mouth as she struggled to regain control. Jaina’s fingers caressed his cheek, she feathered her lips across his mouth, whisper light, in the barest of kisses.

Then abruptly she pulled away, her patented smirk playing on her lips as she patted his cheek affectionately.

“I’m starving. How about we eat?”

Jag leaned back and tapped his head lightly on the boulders behind him as he watched Jaina reaching for the basket. His eyes trailed the curves of her body, down to the tan shorts she wore that contoured her backside perfectly.

Jag grinned. She certainly was going to make him pay for his transgressions this week.

Jaina crawled across the blanket and pulled the picnic basket closer to them. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes. I haven’t eaten anything since…” He paused a moment to think, and then looked over at Jaina. She met his gaze and laughed at the sheepish expression he wore. Here he was, one of the most powerful men in the galaxy, and he sitting there looking like he was waiting for the scolding that he knew he deserved.

This was exactly what she was talking about, and he knew it.

“You haven’t stopped to eat anything since your luncheon yesterday, have you?” Jaina shook her head, pinning him with a look. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure we can think of something,” he responded suggestively.

“Here,” Jaina smiled tantalizingly, as she handed him a bottle of Blossom Wine. “Open this.”

Jag took the bottle and then rummaged around in the basket, pulling out two wine glasses while looking for the corkscrew. “My staff and I did extensive research on this planet before we left. How did this place manage to stay hidden?”

“That’s because it isn’t listed anywhere. It’s private property.” Jaina answered, pulling out the dustcrepes and forrolow berries and putting them on plates.

“Jaina.”

Jaina looked over at him, instantly recognizing the Sweetheart, what scheme have you put into play this time tone to his voice.

“Jeez, you bend the rules a few times and all of a sudden people become suspicious every time you do something.”

Jag didn’t even bother to comment on that statement, knowing to do so would be inviting trouble. He simply raised an expectant eyebrow at her, waiting for what would inevitably be an interesting explanation.

“I assure you that it’s all perfectly fine. Kyp handled this part.”

“Oh, now that just makes me feel so much better,” he said dramatically, “the two of you conspiring together. That never works out well for me.”

He motioned around at the cliffs and trees with his hand, “Any minute now we’ll be surrounded by troops trying to shoot us for trespassing.”

“We weren’t conspiring.” Jaina said, laughing at Jag’s theatrics. “I assure you, it’s all perfectly legal. He simply handled talking to the owners this morning while I was busy with other things.”

Less than a handful of people ever saw this side of him, even she had see very little of it lately. The stress and pressures of being Head of State had built so that even around her there were times when he really ‘wasn’t with her.’

It had been far to long since she had seen him this relaxed and having a bit of fun.

He finished pouring the wine and handed Jaina a glass. “It wasn’t enough for him to be your manservant during the Vong War, now you have him handling your travel arrangements.”

Jaina smirked. “Isn’t it great. I knew there was a reason that I kept him around all this time.”

Jag shook his head, even after all these years, he still didn’t understand the relationship that those two had. Whatever it was, he was eternally grateful for it. Kyp had been there for Jaina during some of her darkest times, for that Jag would never be able to pay him back.

Placing the wine bottle back in the basket, Jag balanced his own wine glass on a flat rock beside him and leaned back against the cliffside and started to eat.

“It was actually Liz that told me about this place. When it was obvious that I would have to force you to relax,” Jaina grinned at him slightly, “I commed Kyp and told him where we were, and asked him how to get in touch with the owners. He volunteered to do it for me.”

Jaina popped a couple of berries into her mouth before continuing. “I guess quite a few years ago Liz & Kyp helped a woman and her children out of a tough situation. Her parents are the ones who own the lake and the surrounding fifty acres, all of which are off limits to the public.”

“Except to our esteemed Grand Master and his wife” Jag grinned.

“Exactly. Kinda like a thank-you I guess.”

Jag picked up his wine and took another sip, “We’ll have to do something to thank all of them. This place is truly magnificent.”

They finished the rest of their meal in companionable silence. Taking pleasure in the simple act just being together, letting the peace and tranquility of the picturesque surroundings wash over them.


**That would be a very sweet place to end it, wouldn't it. Except that Jaina isn't done quite yet. There's one more post to go, and it'll be finished.

I love it! Lol, poor Ashik. I'd love to see his revenge on Jaina.

Fantastic. This is such a fun, happy read. Definitely what I need right now.

Ah Ashik needs a good run around.

A little Jacen still shines brightly in Jaina

I am so happy you got inspired to finish This was a wonderful addition to the J/J world.

How did I miss this?

Loved it! Such a warm, happy, relaxing feeling enveloped me as I read. **Sigh**

I'm so jealous of Jaina. Purely out of respect, of course. And a desperate wish to be her. How cool would that be?

Thanks so much for this! We all need it right now.