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solo_sword) wrote2010-07-13 06:16 am
solo_sword) wrote2010-07-13 06:16 am
MCA #6- Tuesday morning
It was hard for Jaina to shut her brain off enough to get to sleep these days, which she found annoying. Often enough she wondered just how bad she'd be cheating if she just knocked herself out with a trance, and while she was never going to actually do it, it did seem really tempting some nights.
Times like this, it was a really good thing she didn't.
She was back in her family's apartment on Coruscant, in the Imperial Palace, long before the Vong had taken it. There didn't seem to be anyone else here, and so Jaina wandered the rooms, finding everything to be exactly the way she remembered it in her childhood memory. Even her room, which had been turned into a guest room after she'd left home for the Academy and training with Mara, was a mess of mechanical parts and half-built machines, because while other little girls played with dolls, Jaina did that.
When she came back out to the living room, she knew she wasn't alone anymore. She found Anakin Solo, seventeen years old, on the floor, tinkering with a half-ruined droid-looking thing, and before she could help herself, Jaina asked, "Isn't that the one you blew up?"
"We blew up," Anakin corrected, looking up at her with a hint of the trademark Solo grin. "You can help if you want."
She paused, not moving, not answering for a long moment. "I don't think that would be such a great idea."
"I know, I can do this by myself, but I wouldn't mind some company," he told her. For as good as she'd always been at building and fixing things, her little brother had always been able to show her up. He really was just gifted there.
Slowly, Jaina sat down beside him cross-legged on the carpet, picking through the tools arranged there to find the one he'd need next. Somehow she just knew which one he would want. "Mom and Dad won't be happy to see you doing this, you know," she said.
"It used to be you'd say that's half the fun," Anakin pointed out.
Jaina handed him the multitool immediately, because he had a point there.
When Jaina woke, she felt wide awake. She hadn't had a dream like that before. She'd dreamed of Anakin a lot, sure, but it had always been of Myrkr. She'd had one vision of him since, and even then he'd been in the same clothes he'd been in when he died. But seeing him as he was, smiling and doing something completely normal... She hadn't seen that since he'd been alive. She'd almost forgotten things like that happened.
She didn't stay in bed long after that, maybe for a couple seconds. She just felt the need to get out of here. She didn't know where, she just had to go.
Times like this, it was a really good thing she didn't.
She was back in her family's apartment on Coruscant, in the Imperial Palace, long before the Vong had taken it. There didn't seem to be anyone else here, and so Jaina wandered the rooms, finding everything to be exactly the way she remembered it in her childhood memory. Even her room, which had been turned into a guest room after she'd left home for the Academy and training with Mara, was a mess of mechanical parts and half-built machines, because while other little girls played with dolls, Jaina did that.
When she came back out to the living room, she knew she wasn't alone anymore. She found Anakin Solo, seventeen years old, on the floor, tinkering with a half-ruined droid-looking thing, and before she could help herself, Jaina asked, "Isn't that the one you blew up?"
"We blew up," Anakin corrected, looking up at her with a hint of the trademark Solo grin. "You can help if you want."
She paused, not moving, not answering for a long moment. "I don't think that would be such a great idea."
"I know, I can do this by myself, but I wouldn't mind some company," he told her. For as good as she'd always been at building and fixing things, her little brother had always been able to show her up. He really was just gifted there.
Slowly, Jaina sat down beside him cross-legged on the carpet, picking through the tools arranged there to find the one he'd need next. Somehow she just knew which one he would want. "Mom and Dad won't be happy to see you doing this, you know," she said.
"It used to be you'd say that's half the fun," Anakin pointed out.
Jaina handed him the multitool immediately, because he had a point there.
When Jaina woke, she felt wide awake. She hadn't had a dream like that before. She'd dreamed of Anakin a lot, sure, but it had always been of Myrkr. She'd had one vision of him since, and even then he'd been in the same clothes he'd been in when he died. But seeing him as he was, smiling and doing something completely normal... She hadn't seen that since he'd been alive. She'd almost forgotten things like that happened.
She didn't stay in bed long after that, maybe for a couple seconds. She just felt the need to get out of here. She didn't know where, she just had to go.