you can call me great one

As much as Jaina didn't want to admit it, there was some weird time stuff going on in her galaxy, too, because Han and Leia managed to drag her on a forced vacation to Mon Calamari for days. They were still freaked out, enough that she'd gone without (too much) complaint. And she'd gone stir crazy being out there with nothing to do. Her parents had finally taken pity and given her leave, though they insisted that she take it easy and just take a break already. This after she told them about Hawaii. They hadn't believed her.

Since she hadn't been able to pinpoint when she'd get where she was going thanks to all the time weirdness, she got to the apartment on her own, opening the door with her key and hoping John was around.

[For he who deals with her and yay SP! I'm done spamming, I swear. Because now I go to sleep.]

There was something kind of comforting about making plans for a trip home (especially after that gremlin bite which was not to be mentioned), even if it now meant pulling out calendars and trying to work out timing. Even when she knew that she could very well end up staying longer at home than she meant to, since every time she seemed to get into some sort of trouble that kept her there and getting captured or nearly killed. Bring it on. It was a very wrong kind of normal, but it was a normal she needed sometimes.

Once she'd gotten things settled, she made a couple calls to let people know, and started playing with her phone to see if there was any way to schedule herself in there too. There had to be an app for this big a scale...


[Door and post are open!]

While this weekend had had its good points, it had also had its bad, and by Monday Jaina had figured that she'd put off resolving one of those issues long enough. Namely, setting things straight with her mother.

( cut for call )

Roughly half an hour later, Jaina had placed a call to Jacen begging forgiveness, and a call to John, and was really wondering who she had to yell at.



[Omg I had to. Door and post can be open post-call.]

It was really very, very weird that Jaina was doing as well as she was these days. For having a long-distance relationship she'd been so worried about at the beginning, it was actually going really well. And the time there allowed her time to relax without work being able to catch up to her. She'd even sort of had a vacation. Yes. In some reality Earth probably just spun off its axis into the sun and it was all Jaina's fault.

Which meant when she actually had a flood of messages and work to catch up on, it elt a little more normal. Or a lot more normal, and she'd been busy today, which was why she missed the call.

And immediately Jaina was getting to her feet to check on the fish John had left to her when he'd gone... and there it was, floating at the top of the water. She'd been pretty good about making sure it was fed and all so far, but between all the up and back and time lag she must have just forgotten. Cursing, she picked up a pen, pointing the non-writing end at the ex-fish, just in case it was enough to spur it into moving again, but no luck. There were better reasons to have to call.

At least it had taken her a month?


[I HAD TO. Post can totes be open. Door too.]

It was part time lag, part restlessness that had Jaina up already and raring to go. She still didn't know what had happened last week, though she'd figured out that something had, and apparently she'd developed an instinct to check up on Ben and Tahiri or something, to make sure they were okay. She knew where Tahiri was, Ben not so much, and she was actually fairly annoyed with herself for starting to worry there.

She set out early for the gym, figuring she'd get in some time before classes, but once she opened the door she found herself slightly distracted by the flowers set outside. Suddenly last night's conversation made more sense. She picked them up to set them on her desk, placing a quick call. Two years in and she was actually feeling more invested. That just wasn't right.


[Establishy.]

While classes had actually gone very well for Jaina, when she got back to her cabin to work, she was reminded of some more reasons she hated the cabins, namely that anyone could have heard the raised voice coming from her alcove. It wasn't that Jag had done anything wrong. In fact, he'd done his job, just like he was supposed to. The problem was, it was now something she couldn't do and that made her mad.

Later this would strike her as being sort of pathetic, but not yet.

When she finally ended the transmission, groaning in frustration, she was happy to check her voicemail. At least till she listened to the one following it.

Once her trademark annoyed scowl had faded a bit, she returned one of the calls. And saved the other number so she could maybe block it.


[Couldn't resist. Open if you want.]

Once Jacen, Luke and Mara left, it was time to start gearing up for their own departure. Jaina and the rest of Twin Suns would be headed with Han and Leia to Galantos, not that they knew that yet, and there was too much still left to do. On one hand, it was driving her crazy not to be doing it all right now. On the other, a good point of having a co-leader to the squadron now was that she couldn't feel too badly about taking a little bit of time for her boyfriend before he left. If giving up that little bit of control bothered her that much anyway, then she was just not going to be able to deal once she got back to Fandom, so it was best to get used to it now. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

She headed back towards John's quarters, knocking on the door, because she was polite like that.


[For the visitor.]

When Jaina woke up again in the dead of night, there was a wave of annoyance under the fading terror. It'd be easier if she didn't remember what she'd been dreaming, but she remembered Myrkr when her subconscious wasn't working overtime, and this was so vivid...

For a moment she just lay there, listening to make sure no one sounded like they were coming to check on her and wondering why she kept having these. She'd had nightmares about that mission, sure. She thought she probably would for the rest of her life. It was a traumatic experience, sure, but she couldn't understand why it was coming back at her now. She'd had the trauma, she'd gone to the dark side, she'd come back from it, she'd gone on with her life more or less like normal for the last year-

And it clicked.

Anniversaries didn't so much matter to Jaina. Her timelines were so messed up that there was no use for keeping track of dates. There was one anniversary she bothered to remember and she wasn't even sure whether that one was something she should be keeping track of now. No, she remembered coming back to Fandom after Hapes and waking up in the cabins with the memory still fresh and doing whatever she could to suppress it so she could go about her daily life without being a sobbing mess The dates didn't matter. It was all about the setting and the circumstances.

She had how much longer to spend out here?

It didn't take long to figure out the next step. Very simply, she didn't want to deal with it right now. She was still reeling enough after that vision, but throw in the realization that she'd stumbled into the worst anniversary ever and it was just too much at once. That was why she was getting out of bed, trying not to wake anyone with her movements as she got dressed, threw a bag together, and made a call. Might as well take advantage of timelines when they actually worked for her, right?


[NFB, NFIIIIIIIIII. Have I tl;dr'ed at y'all enough?]

All right, fine, Jaina may have been sulking a bit. She hadn't had time to find something to distract her between leaving John and Colorado and getting back to the dorms, which meant too much time thinking. There'd been plenty of goodbyes lately, but having the person who'd pretty much gotten you through the last year, what, 3000 miles away? It was different.

Worse still was that this was the first time in a long time she hadn't just gone up to John's room after a trip, so she almost bypassed the third floor entirely, which was just going to make her feel like an idiot for a while. And when she got to her room and started to unpack, she set up her comlink to play her messages so she could multitask.

And she found a few she wasn't really expecting.

Frowning, she decided unpacking could wait a bit, and called him back. She hadn't even heard her comlink go off.


[For he on the other end of the line, and up early for timezone/RL interference.]

Jaina'd left a bunny in the room after hearing the call for help, and by the time everything was over, she really wanted to do nothing more than curl up and sleep for once. But hey, she couldn't argue timing; say you're not good enough to face a Sith and then one shows up a week later? In that case, Jaina also wanted the war over and a million credits.

She didn't think either of those were going to happen.

When she got up to the room, she closed the door behind her and began working off her boots. They got to go away now.


[For the room's owner!]