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A commission for @thespacebuns. Garrie wanted Devery Jacobs as Rey with that amazing shot from the first "The Rise of Skywalker" trailer. I was only too happy to oblige.
“Soulmates who can feel each other’s pain - with jaina and zekk! pretty please“ @thespacebuns
Taking place during their years at the Jedi Academy, rather than NJO.
Jaina glistened with just as much sweat as the corpse that lay in front of her.
Within the unseen depths of the force, Zekk struggled against the dark side for control of his agency, and Jaina felt his temptation as keenly as if her father had tossed her out the airlock with a tow cable tied around her waist just before making the jump to hyperspace. She was burning and freezing at the same time, she was shaking too much she almost didn’t feel the hand on her shoulder.
“Hey,” Jacen’s lopsided smile matched the one their father was so famous father, “Why can’t you ask a Jawa for money?”
Jaina didn’t have the strength to groan. “Why?”
“Because they’re always a little short.”
Jacen knew she was out of it when she laughed, however muted it was.
“Come on, it’s my turn. You need to rest.” Jacen wrapped his arm around hers, using just a touch of the force to lift her out of the chair next to Zekk’s bed.
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Jaina slurred. She yanked her arm from her brother’s grasp and stumbled to the fountain she’d built into the wall herself. She splashed some on her face in an attempt to cool herself off.
“What’ve you been doing in here? You look like you overdosed on spice.” Jacen looked between Zekk, undisturbed in his coma, and the old smuggler, Peckhum, slumped over in the other chair.
“Just sitting,” Jaina insisted, wiping her face on her sleeve. “How go the temple repairs?”
Jacen glanced at the stump lizards in his hands, all that remained of his little menagerie in the aftermath of Shadow Academy’s attack.
“The ronto freaked out. Set us back a couple of days.”
“Great,” Jaina grunted, leaning against the doorway, completely winded from the walk between the bed and the sink.
“Jaina?” Jacen called out of her, settling in his lizards for a two-hour shift watching Zekk’s prone form, “You might want to see Uncle Luke.”
-
Tenel Ka and Lowie dug through the rubble of the avalanche caused by the ronto, assisted by the arrogant young Raynar Thul who, with his robes covered in dust, looked anything but arrogant, Jaina was pleased to see.
“Any of you seen Uncle Luke?” She asked, steadying herself in her swaying.
Lowie growled an answer, pointing up what remained of the staircase on the side of the ancient Massassi Temple. Jaina waved off Em-Teedee’s usual flowery translation of the simple directions, but she couldn’t shake off the firm touch of Tenel Ka’s one remaining arm as she removed the bracer on her arm to feel Jaina’s sweaty forehead.
“Are you certain you are well, friend Jaina?”
“No, but what else is new?” Jaina shrugged off her friend’s concern, causing more concern in Tenel Kal, Lowie, and even young Raynar, but they returned to the mountain of work at hand once they were certain that Jaina would not slip on the dewey steps.
Grand Jedi Master Skywalker descended a few steps to greet his niece, catching her just in time as she fell forward, clutching at her eyes.
“Jaina?”
“‘M fine, just got some light in my eyes,” She muttered, rubbing her eyelids so hard she saw stars.
Luke looked around. It was a misty, overcast day, and the only metallic objects in sight were the tiny rivets on the excited ronto’s harness, hardly noticeable from their distance.
Luke sat down on one of the larger zigguraut steps, encouraging Jaina to do the same. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“No, but Jacen wants me too,” She finally dared to open her eyes, squinting to adjust to the light.
Luke decided to ease into the subject. “How is our friend Zekk?”
“Still comatose, but I think he squeezed back when I held his hand today,” She said. When it came to the young Coruscaunti scavenger, Jaina was endlessly hopeful, proven by his time as the Shadow Academy’s Darkest Knight.
“Good to hear. Are you feeling well?”
“Why does everyone ask me that?” Jaina asked, collapsing back into a pile of vines and leaves.
“Because you look almost as bad as Zekk does,” Luke said, his voice serious as he addressed his niece. She had inherited the better part of her parent’s stubborn nature, that was for sure.
Jaina’s eyes were open now, staring up at the clouds far above. If you strained, you could barely make out the gas giant of Yavin, outlined in a reddish haze.
“It feels like something’s...struggling inside me, like I’m watching a couple of Jacen’s beetles fight, but I’m both of the beetles, and I’m losing.”
Luke nodded, urging her to continue as he plopped down in the foliage with her.
“My body can’t decide if it wants to be hot or cold, and I’ve got this splitting headache, and I’ve tried to eat something to bring it down but I’m scared I’m going to throw up and I’m getting these weird, dark dreams at night, but I can never remember them when I wake up.”
Jaina looked over at her eternally wise uncle, but he simply stared up at the sky as she had, lips pursed in thought.
“For now, go get some rest. Perhaps it’s just stress. When Zekk wakes up, we’ll talk some more.”
Jaina sat up and looked around at all the damage that still remained to be fixed. She felt guilty leaving everyone else to deal with this while she slept, but if Uncle Luke was making her, then she didn’t have much of a choice. What if he told mom?
-
Jaina felt slightly less crummy after her nap, especially when Jacen burst into her room with the news that Zekk was awake! However, he almost suplexed her back into her cot before he could tell her that Peckhum had fed him some soup, and their oldest friend was now sleeping, but he was on his way to recovery.
Uncle Luke was right though, whatever had caused her strange ailment was gone now. Maybe she had been too worried about Zekk.
But he was her friend! Her best friend! There was no such thing as being too worried when it came to things like that, was there?
Repairs were taking a break to recalculate how much more supplies would be needed to fix the temple in the aftermath of the ronto’s freak-out (which Jacen insisted was not the creature’s fault, as usual), so Jaina took a walk to her favorite river.
It was muddy in the aftermath of the battle. It would take a while for nature to return it to the crystalline state Jaina, Jacen, and their fellow trainees enjoyed to much. For now, Jaina kept herself content with sitting on a mossy boulder, tossing smaller rocks. The ripples quickly disappeared into the current, and Jaina pouted.
Then, a flat pebble whizzed past, skipping twice before it disappeared along with all the rocks she had thrown.
“Is this a private game, or can anyone play?” A familiar voice asked.
Jaina glanced over her shoulder before scrambling down from the rock.
“Zekk!” She cried. She tried to remind herself that Zekk was still recovering, but threw her arms around him anyway, sending them both stumbling into the river, where they were both caked with mud.
They helped each other out, brushing off the mud as best as they could.
“You look-”
“Alive?” Zekk finished for Jaina, smiling slightly.
She raised her eyebrows, “Just barely.”
“I actually feel better than I look. By a little bit at least.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Jaina chuckled, feeling dizzy and tongue-tied as Zekk’s green eyes, underlined with purple shadows, met hers.
“Do you need to sit down or anything?” She gestured to the boulder she had previously been perched upon.
Zekk shook his head. “I’m a bit shaky after so much lying in bed, but I feel restless. I thought maybe we could take a walk in the jungle? Together?” He asked hesitantly.
He needn’t have worried. “Well then,” Jaina slipped her muddy hand in his. “What are we wading for?”
Zekk groaned at the joke. “I think your brother is having a bad influence on you,” He warned.
Jaina’s laughter echoed up and down the riverbank, not noticing that Zekk was massaging the same spot on his elbow where a bruise had formed on her from their tumble into the river.
oh or what about the tattoos with your soulmate with emma and donna?!?!?! pretty please.
“What’s it mean?” Emma asked, tracing the snake hair from Donna’s tattoo.
Donna smiled down at the tattoo on her own shoulder, sneaking a grin at her soulmate while Emma studied every inch of the tattoo.
“The world of men forgot the true meaning of the story of Medusa, how Athena took her beauty not because she disrespected her patron goddess, but because Poseidon attacked her because of that beauty. Medusa’s transformation was a gift, giving her independence and the ability to protect herself, a blessing not granted to many women in that age.”
“Wow,” Emma gasped, now staring at Donna, now spellbound.
“Of course, that doesn’t mean that beauty is a bad thing,” Donna stuttered, red-faced.
Emma giggled, turning pink, “So you don’t mind if I tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?”
Donna leaned forward and quickly and kissed Emma on the nose. “Emma, that would be the greatest blessing I’ve ever gotten.”
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