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A hotel on the mainland- Wednesday afternoon

Once Jaina had called John to bitch, hey guess who wanted to see her. There were mixed feelings on this, yes. Especially if they were on his time, which meant she was stuck like this longer, though at least she'd still have time to get everything done she needed to do before tomorrow. You know. Like explaining to Wedge and Jag why she looked and sounded like Jacen. Though she was pretty sure Jacen had never looked this pissy.

Having agreed to meet up at the hotel, Jaina knocked on the door to the room, still hating everything. At least here she was relatively sure she could freak out with the management only telling her to shush once or twice, as opposed to somewhere embarrassingly public.

[For the boy... the real boy, and blissfully NFB for distance.]

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After this happening twice to him, there was no way John was missing out on mocking Jaina's suffering. Err, helping her feel better about it, right.

He opened the door with a smile and nearly bit his lip trying not to laugh at the look on her face. "Come on, it's not that bad."

"DO not laugh," she warned. "I've seen you as a girl."

"I'm not laughing," yet. "It's kind of amazing," he said, tilting his head and giving her an appraising look.

"It's annoying, is what it is," Jaina said. "Can I come in? Where people won't see me?"

"Please," John pulled the door open wider and stepped aside. "Killed anyone while I was en route?"

Happy to be somewhere enclosed and away from people, she replied, "No. That would be conspicuous. I want fewer people looking at me."

...That was pretty much her only reasoning for not.

He shut the door after her, checking out the rear view inconspicuously. "Well, now you've just got me. And you know I can't say much, having dealt with it myself. Though, you are rocking the emo bangs."

"They are not emo bangs, I just have long hair!" she protested. If she was being realistic and rational, she'd stick to the argument that they were not emo. Because they were totally bangs.

"Look like bangs to me," John shrugged, eyes widening at her lack of reason. He reached out to push some away from her face. "Need a clip or something?"

Jaina swatted his hand irritably, but if she were mad at him, she'd make sure it hurt. "I don't need a clip. I need my right body back."

Someone needed a little pill to make them sleep through this day. "Well, I can't do that second thing for you. What is something I can do for you?"

Someone really really did. "Thanks for coming," she said. Even if it was half-grumbled out of crankiness. Because even if he came to mock, the fact that he did show up meant a lot.

At least till he really got to mocking. Then we'd see what she said.

Even if she'd batted his hand away once, he'd been there and decided he'd try to give her a half hug in support of her trauma. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Or a poetry term paper."

She'd allow the hug. It was just that it sort of felt weird, his arms around her at different points than they would be normally. Stupid new body. Seriously, who told Fandom this was okay? "Tell me you didn't skip out on actual work to come see me be the wrong gender," she said.

"Nah, there's tons of time on the plane to write," he promised. It was seriously like hugging her brother. "Also, weekend."

He'd hugged her brother? "There are really better ways to spend your weekend," she said. "In case you haven't noticed, I've got a pretty good rage going on here."

No. Really?

Okay, it was like what hugging her brother would be like, whatever. "I think I missed that part," John teased. "Maybe I should make you a drink." God bless the mini bar.

She had work to do. And a mission tomorrow. And she didn't need a fuzzy head.

But if there was ever a day to need a drink, this was it. "That would be good."

If she could pout seriously, she'd be doing it right now.

He did not take his time making her something she wouldn't taste and pushing it into her hand. "Does that face smile ever?"

"It does on Jacen and George," Jaina said, trying to drink as quickly as possible. Which didn't work so well as despite the Solo genes, and having worked in a bar, alcohol still didn't taste the greatest.

Okay, he missed his girl now and that smile that seemed to be just for him. But he would ply her with alcohol and see if some part of her emerged. "Just think, maybe somewhere Brooke is just as unhappy wearing that face?"

"I think Brooke looked different when she changed," Jaina said, sipping the drink again and making a face. "Which is a bright side. I don't want her having anything to do with my brother for so many reasons."

"It's kind of crazy to see him but it's you." He was completely thinking of what his next visit out there would be like.

If he ever made it out there again.

"Tell me about it. Except he's taller. Why do I still have to be short?" she complained.

"Fandom likes you to be fun size?" John offered.

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