Fic: "If You Call" (13/15? J/Z AU; sequel to FaIC)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve
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The bomb, Zekk thought, seemed a little inadvisable in an underground building, but what did he know-maybe it wasn’t as bad as it felt. The ground tremored, and Zekk looked up; Brakiss had escaped through the door and bolted it while Zekk was still catching himself.
“Right,” the dark-haired man grumbled, “there goes destiny.”
The sensible thing, he thought as he walked up to Traest’s abandoned chair, would be to just let the Jedi do their rescuing, and hope that neither Jaina nor Kyp found him. Zekk didn’t like his actual odds of getting someone who would forget his damsel-in-distressing, of course, but it would be sensible. Still, with his luck, the raid was by a rival slave trader instead of the Jedi. Zekk had never managed to keep track of gang colours on Coruscant; best to just make a run for it on his own.
The room’s door was a steel monster, Zekk considered as he heaved the chair to his waist. The chair was heavy, but it still took several awkward hits before the observation window splintered, and still more before it actually broke. His cuffs didn’t help, but Zekk had managed a full escape with his hands tied as a teen, so jumping over the sill was a little bloody, but not impossible.
Zekk avoided most of the glass in his landing, and he stood carefully. Glancing around, he saw nothing of interest except the door. He palmed it open, and peeked down both ends of the hallway outside. It was much louder; no denying that the compound was being invaded, with the shouts, buzzing, and blaster fire. He didn’t see anyone nearby, though. He hesitated a moment, then turned left on impulse.
The noise grew steadily as he walked through the corridors. The lights flickered as if someone had tampered with them-a thought proven true when the lights suddenly deactivated, then dimly returned with a red emergency tint. Zekk pulled himself closer to the wall, disliking how easy a target he was with cuffed hands and no camouflage.
Inevitably, the shouts and boot steps came far too close. It still came as a surprise when he recognized the sound of several people running directly toward him. Unwilling to take on a whole gang of possible enemies, Zekk disappeared into a room just off the hallway, and then (though much less easily) into the vent he found there. The air ducts were enormous for their ilk, had to be in an underground base, but raised well off the floor. He consoled himself with the fact that Jaina would hardly be able to reach the vent without cheating, and there seemed to be much more fighting than hiding in this raid. He had barely pulled his feet in when the voices became clearer, and he shoved the grating back in place. The door had not shut properly, old swinging thing that it was, but even if it were conspicuous in the middle of a raid, at least he would see his enemies before they saw him.
“What’d they…miri in the walls?” one of them said. “Kriffers.”
“…or getting closer,” another said, slightly familiar.
A third voice muttered something Zekk couldn’t make out, and then he caught a bare glimpse of people running past the door. All in all, fantastically anti-climatic. Zekk gave the grating in front of him a dubious look; it hadn’t let him in easily, and he had fairly jammed it back into place behind him. He was about to start on it when he heard steps slowing outside the door. He stilled, then pulled back as far as he could. The grating was difficult to see through, and Zekk paused to be sure: a short, dark-haired woman peeked into the doorway, then wandered into the room to scan it carefully, holding a violet lightsaber before her. Jaina.
On the bright side, Zekk thought to himself, Kyp would have mocked him far worse than Jaina would. And it was awfully holo-film; Peckhum’s advice might even work. Still, no need to let her laugh herself silly as she got him out of the air duct.
He looked down for a moment at the grating. At the sound of flesh-on-flesh impact, he jerked his head back up and froze. Traest stood in the doorway, lowering his right leg from a kick. Jaina fell to the floor more gracefully than Zekk would have, but rolled back up with a blaster pointed at her head, and her lightsaber thrown a metre away.
Zekk couldn’t read Traest’s expression except to note the wide grin. “Solo.”
Nothing could hide the tightness in Jaina’s shoulders, but her reaction was very underwhelming, all things considered. “Traest.” Her voice was level.
Traest had the advantage of seeing her expression; he laughed. “Kriff, your face still doesn’t hide a thing. No one told you to work on that in the past couple years?”
Jaina’s fingers moved; Traest took a step forward. “The Force won’t do you any good in here, Solo. Your healing, either, so I suggest you stay nice and still.”
Jaina put her hands on her hips, probably just to spite him. “Where’s Zekk?”
“Brakiss’ Darkest Knight, you mean? You really should start doing background checks, Solo.” He tilted his head, grinning. “But you always were reckless.”
“Well, and you grew up to be a mother kriffer, Traest, so maybe not all change is for the better.”
“Like you hiring a civilian to do your dirty work?”
Zekk could almost see the way Jaina worked her jaw in frustration. “He really just charged in on his own, actually.”
“And then sang like a morning bird when he got captured.”
“Of course he did,” Jaina lashed back. “He’s a civilian, that’s what he’s supposed to do: get out alive.”
Traest’s expression turned cold and ugly. “Your double standard-”
“Zekk’s nothing like you,” Jaina snapped.
“Because I’m a monster, right?” Traest replied, equally furious. “I was the only traitor between the two of us. News flash, sweetheart: your new boyfriend is just like me. He just decided to keep hiding. If he’d seen what I had-”
“Oh my gods,” Jaina sneered; Zekk could hear her rolling her eyes. “Let me guess: it’s still my fault.”
“-if he’d thought for a second he could,” Traest was saying.
“Which of you is working with Brakiss, and which of you is trying to stop him?”
“If he’d known you, like I did,” Traest spat, twisting the knife as hard as he could. “He would have believed Brakiss.”
Jaina paused; then attacked with a laugh. Traest looked briefly discomfited. “‘Believed’? Gods, Traest, when did you start believing in anything but the job?”
“You were the job.” Traest was back in control; his smirk grew.
Jaina was too angry to hide her intention; before she had raised her right arm to swing at Traest, the other man shot a blaster bolt into the wall not far from Zekk’s hiding place. The room’s occupants froze; then Traest realigned his blaster with Jaina’s head. Jaina cursed Traest in Huttese as she gingerly prodded her singed neck; Zekk forced himself to breathe. Zekk was mostly certain that Traest would not kill Jaina. Almost entirely certain, even. But it felt very petty now to see if he could get the truth from Jaina and Traest while they thought they were unobserved.
“By all means,” Traest mocked Jaina, “telegraph to the guy with a blaster on you. I’m not going with any of you, so you can forget arresting me.”
“But we already have a nice cell picked out for you, Traest, and I know your cellmate is eager to meet you.” When he didn’t say anything, she huffed and probably rolled her eyes. “By all means, keep talking; I’m not the only Jedi in this building.”
The former couple stared at each other, tense and sizing up their opponent. Traest moved to the side of the doorway, his back to the wall, but remained silent. Zekk couldn’t read Traest but thought-perhaps-that he could understand the other man. Just a bit. He wondered if Jaina did.
Jaina ignored the blaster pointed at her, and wandered to the other side of the doorway so she was facing Traest. Her lightsaber wasn’t any closer. “Where’s Zekk?”
Traest stared at her for a moment, then laughed almost softly. “Kriff. So he really is…?”
Jaina glared back at him, but Zekk thought she softened somewhere in the way he had always missed before. “None of your business.”
“Clearly, you have a type.” Traest almost sounded fond.
“Wasn’t that the point?” she groused back.
Traest ignored her. “No wonder you were so protective. He’s fine, Brakiss has a soft spot for him. Not-so-encroaching madness, you know.” The man shrugged.
“Was it encroaching? I must have missed that part.”
“You were young.”
“Young enough to get played by you.”
“If it makes you feel any better, sweetheart, I am very good.”
Jaina snorted. “A child knows how to manipulate someone who loves them. You weren’t that amazing.”
“I think if you’d actually loved me, Jaina, things might have turned out very differently.”
She laughed, surprisingly genuine for all that her words were mocking. “You would have turned cliché, renounced Brakiss, and run off into the redeemed sunset with me?”
Zekk leaned forward against the grating, needing to catch the nuances. At the same time, Jaina looked away from Traest, almost the angle she’d need to look at Zekk’s hiding place.
“I think-” Traest said.
Jaina straightened suddenly. “That you’re very comfortable with lies when you’re trying to manipulate me? That makes two of us. But you know what’s more surprising? You haven’t actually done anything to get away yet. Keep talking, I’ll have to think you aren’t actually planning to use that blaster.”
Traest chuckled with Jaina. “I never actually went after you,” he offered.
It was the wrong response; Jaina’s eyes flashed. “Yes,” she said heartlessly, “you did.” In the space of a blink, she produced a tiny blaster from-as far as Zekk could tell, if not believe-the back of her belt.
“Look, you found a Jaina-sized blaster,” Traest said, no longer smiling now that she had a weapon pointed back at him. “Bet discharging it has twice the paperwork, though, if Jedi are even authorized to use blasters, let alone non-standard ones. Do you know how to use that thing? It’s actually not the same as researching it on the holo-net.”
“Shut up and drop your blaster.”
“If you shoot, I won’t tell you where Zekk is being held.”
“I’ll figure it out.” Jaina smiled thinly. “Do you know, I’ve imagined a thousand ways to get back at you for what you did to me and my family. And let’s face it, you aren’t exactly-well, firing at a Jedi, that’s exactly the kind of reckless thing you’d do, even if your aim sucks. And even the paperwork-” She cleared her throat. “I believed you. It’d be worth it.”
No, Zekk thought as loudly as he could. No, it wouldn’t; he remembered the night after Quec’slig, and a dozen times she’d come into the Flash and drained her glass of brandy too quickly. And if Jaina knew Traest wasn’t going to shoot her- It wouldn’t be worth it. This had gone too far. Zekk focused on the grating before him, and shifted so that his right foot pressed against it.
Traest straightened his blaster arm. “What would your family say about that?”
Zekk kicked through the grating; half a second before the grating fell, Jaina kicked Traest’s blaster out of the man’s hand and twisted his arms around his back. Traest pulled at the hold, but Jaina must have been a good deal stronger than she looked. She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her jacket and locked her ex-fiancé’s hands behind him. Zekk jumped free of the air duct, and paused to watch her. “Traest, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, sentient trafficking, and unethical sentient experimentation. These charges may be expanded upon at the crown attorney’s discretion as evidence is presented, and you will be notified of any changes. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can be held against you in a court of law.”
Traest grunted, but didn’t fight her, especially when Zekk retrieved the other man’s blaster and pointed it at Traest’s head. Jaina glanced up at Zekk; she looked grim, but not surprised by his appearance.
“You have the right to an attorney,” she continued. “If you can’t afford one, one will be appointed to you.” She pulled Traest straight again, none too gently if Traest’s expression was anything to go by. “And as a personal aside, you might want to avoid Kyp Durron and my family.” She looked out the doorway at the sound of running. “Oh. Too late. Well, maybe just stay away from my family as much as you can.”
Zekk couldn’t suppress his grin. “On the bright side, Kyp doesn’t seem the type to share.”
“…the kriff are you, Jaina?” Kyp was saying before he walked into the room. Upon seeing Traest in handcuffs, Kyp’s expression shone with even more glee than Zekk had expected. “Oh, look,” said the Destroyer of Carida. “Jaina, I’ll take him off your hands, shall I? We wouldn’t want there to be a conflict of interest or anything else to complicate the case.”
“Right,” Jaina said sceptically, “or anything.” Zekk couldn’t quite make out her expression, but she pushed Traest to Kyp. “Remember, we’ll have to process his holo-image.”
“He won’t appeal,” Kyp said, sounding pleased. “I guarantee prison will be better than bail. Traest, you and I are going to talk about plea bargains with lots of talking and no reduced sentences.”
Zekk raised an eyebrow as Kyp pushed Traest ahead of him out the door. “So that’s arrest without conflict of interest.”
Jaina waved a hand, but the way she swallowed belied her casual air. “Don’t worry, we have a lawyer on retainer just for Kyp’s ethic cases. They meet up twice a month to scream at each other about treatment of prisoners and whether or not the end justifies the means. Stick around, you might even get to see them. It’s hilarious. Not many people can keep up with Kyp, but-”
“Jaina,” he interrupted her rambling. “Yes, I heard everything; and yes, we’re going to talk about it, but not here.”
She rolled her eyes, and her expression hardened. “Zekk,” she said, “much though I appreciate the fact that you are unharmed, I’m not saying another word about anything until we’ve picked you over. Resign yourself, or I’ll hand you over to Kyp.” She turned on her heel, then paused. “Also, you aren’t ever going to hear the end of getting kidnapped in the parking lot, so I suggest you stay close.”
Zekk chose wisdom, and stayed both quiet and close as Jaina strode ahead.
Part Fourteen
cut!lyrics from Sunday Afternonn by Rachael Yamagata.
Right, so I know it still kind of sucks, but please R&R?
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The bomb, Zekk thought, seemed a little inadvisable in an underground building, but what did he know-maybe it wasn’t as bad as it felt. The ground tremored, and Zekk looked up; Brakiss had escaped through the door and bolted it while Zekk was still catching himself.
“Right,” the dark-haired man grumbled, “there goes destiny.”
The sensible thing, he thought as he walked up to Traest’s abandoned chair, would be to just let the Jedi do their rescuing, and hope that neither Jaina nor Kyp found him. Zekk didn’t like his actual odds of getting someone who would forget his damsel-in-distressing, of course, but it would be sensible. Still, with his luck, the raid was by a rival slave trader instead of the Jedi. Zekk had never managed to keep track of gang colours on Coruscant; best to just make a run for it on his own.
The room’s door was a steel monster, Zekk considered as he heaved the chair to his waist. The chair was heavy, but it still took several awkward hits before the observation window splintered, and still more before it actually broke. His cuffs didn’t help, but Zekk had managed a full escape with his hands tied as a teen, so jumping over the sill was a little bloody, but not impossible.
Zekk avoided most of the glass in his landing, and he stood carefully. Glancing around, he saw nothing of interest except the door. He palmed it open, and peeked down both ends of the hallway outside. It was much louder; no denying that the compound was being invaded, with the shouts, buzzing, and blaster fire. He didn’t see anyone nearby, though. He hesitated a moment, then turned left on impulse.
The noise grew steadily as he walked through the corridors. The lights flickered as if someone had tampered with them-a thought proven true when the lights suddenly deactivated, then dimly returned with a red emergency tint. Zekk pulled himself closer to the wall, disliking how easy a target he was with cuffed hands and no camouflage.
Inevitably, the shouts and boot steps came far too close. It still came as a surprise when he recognized the sound of several people running directly toward him. Unwilling to take on a whole gang of possible enemies, Zekk disappeared into a room just off the hallway, and then (though much less easily) into the vent he found there. The air ducts were enormous for their ilk, had to be in an underground base, but raised well off the floor. He consoled himself with the fact that Jaina would hardly be able to reach the vent without cheating, and there seemed to be much more fighting than hiding in this raid. He had barely pulled his feet in when the voices became clearer, and he shoved the grating back in place. The door had not shut properly, old swinging thing that it was, but even if it were conspicuous in the middle of a raid, at least he would see his enemies before they saw him.
“What’d they…miri in the walls?” one of them said. “Kriffers.”
“…or getting closer,” another said, slightly familiar.
A third voice muttered something Zekk couldn’t make out, and then he caught a bare glimpse of people running past the door. All in all, fantastically anti-climatic. Zekk gave the grating in front of him a dubious look; it hadn’t let him in easily, and he had fairly jammed it back into place behind him. He was about to start on it when he heard steps slowing outside the door. He stilled, then pulled back as far as he could. The grating was difficult to see through, and Zekk paused to be sure: a short, dark-haired woman peeked into the doorway, then wandered into the room to scan it carefully, holding a violet lightsaber before her. Jaina.
On the bright side, Zekk thought to himself, Kyp would have mocked him far worse than Jaina would. And it was awfully holo-film; Peckhum’s advice might even work. Still, no need to let her laugh herself silly as she got him out of the air duct.
He looked down for a moment at the grating. At the sound of flesh-on-flesh impact, he jerked his head back up and froze. Traest stood in the doorway, lowering his right leg from a kick. Jaina fell to the floor more gracefully than Zekk would have, but rolled back up with a blaster pointed at her head, and her lightsaber thrown a metre away.
Zekk couldn’t read Traest’s expression except to note the wide grin. “Solo.”
Nothing could hide the tightness in Jaina’s shoulders, but her reaction was very underwhelming, all things considered. “Traest.” Her voice was level.
Traest had the advantage of seeing her expression; he laughed. “Kriff, your face still doesn’t hide a thing. No one told you to work on that in the past couple years?”
Jaina’s fingers moved; Traest took a step forward. “The Force won’t do you any good in here, Solo. Your healing, either, so I suggest you stay nice and still.”
Jaina put her hands on her hips, probably just to spite him. “Where’s Zekk?”
“Brakiss’ Darkest Knight, you mean? You really should start doing background checks, Solo.” He tilted his head, grinning. “But you always were reckless.”
“Well, and you grew up to be a mother kriffer, Traest, so maybe not all change is for the better.”
“Like you hiring a civilian to do your dirty work?”
Zekk could almost see the way Jaina worked her jaw in frustration. “He really just charged in on his own, actually.”
“And then sang like a morning bird when he got captured.”
“Of course he did,” Jaina lashed back. “He’s a civilian, that’s what he’s supposed to do: get out alive.”
Traest’s expression turned cold and ugly. “Your double standard-”
“Zekk’s nothing like you,” Jaina snapped.
“Because I’m a monster, right?” Traest replied, equally furious. “I was the only traitor between the two of us. News flash, sweetheart: your new boyfriend is just like me. He just decided to keep hiding. If he’d seen what I had-”
“Oh my gods,” Jaina sneered; Zekk could hear her rolling her eyes. “Let me guess: it’s still my fault.”
“-if he’d thought for a second he could,” Traest was saying.
“Which of you is working with Brakiss, and which of you is trying to stop him?”
“If he’d known you, like I did,” Traest spat, twisting the knife as hard as he could. “He would have believed Brakiss.”
Jaina paused; then attacked with a laugh. Traest looked briefly discomfited. “‘Believed’? Gods, Traest, when did you start believing in anything but the job?”
“You were the job.” Traest was back in control; his smirk grew.
Jaina was too angry to hide her intention; before she had raised her right arm to swing at Traest, the other man shot a blaster bolt into the wall not far from Zekk’s hiding place. The room’s occupants froze; then Traest realigned his blaster with Jaina’s head. Jaina cursed Traest in Huttese as she gingerly prodded her singed neck; Zekk forced himself to breathe. Zekk was mostly certain that Traest would not kill Jaina. Almost entirely certain, even. But it felt very petty now to see if he could get the truth from Jaina and Traest while they thought they were unobserved.
“By all means,” Traest mocked Jaina, “telegraph to the guy with a blaster on you. I’m not going with any of you, so you can forget arresting me.”
“But we already have a nice cell picked out for you, Traest, and I know your cellmate is eager to meet you.” When he didn’t say anything, she huffed and probably rolled her eyes. “By all means, keep talking; I’m not the only Jedi in this building.”
The former couple stared at each other, tense and sizing up their opponent. Traest moved to the side of the doorway, his back to the wall, but remained silent. Zekk couldn’t read Traest but thought-perhaps-that he could understand the other man. Just a bit. He wondered if Jaina did.
Jaina ignored the blaster pointed at her, and wandered to the other side of the doorway so she was facing Traest. Her lightsaber wasn’t any closer. “Where’s Zekk?”
Traest stared at her for a moment, then laughed almost softly. “Kriff. So he really is…?”
Jaina glared back at him, but Zekk thought she softened somewhere in the way he had always missed before. “None of your business.”
“Clearly, you have a type.” Traest almost sounded fond.
“Wasn’t that the point?” she groused back.
Traest ignored her. “No wonder you were so protective. He’s fine, Brakiss has a soft spot for him. Not-so-encroaching madness, you know.” The man shrugged.
“Was it encroaching? I must have missed that part.”
“You were young.”
“Young enough to get played by you.”
“If it makes you feel any better, sweetheart, I am very good.”
Jaina snorted. “A child knows how to manipulate someone who loves them. You weren’t that amazing.”
“I think if you’d actually loved me, Jaina, things might have turned out very differently.”
She laughed, surprisingly genuine for all that her words were mocking. “You would have turned cliché, renounced Brakiss, and run off into the redeemed sunset with me?”
Zekk leaned forward against the grating, needing to catch the nuances. At the same time, Jaina looked away from Traest, almost the angle she’d need to look at Zekk’s hiding place.
“I think-” Traest said.
Jaina straightened suddenly. “That you’re very comfortable with lies when you’re trying to manipulate me? That makes two of us. But you know what’s more surprising? You haven’t actually done anything to get away yet. Keep talking, I’ll have to think you aren’t actually planning to use that blaster.”
Traest chuckled with Jaina. “I never actually went after you,” he offered.
It was the wrong response; Jaina’s eyes flashed. “Yes,” she said heartlessly, “you did.” In the space of a blink, she produced a tiny blaster from-as far as Zekk could tell, if not believe-the back of her belt.
“Look, you found a Jaina-sized blaster,” Traest said, no longer smiling now that she had a weapon pointed back at him. “Bet discharging it has twice the paperwork, though, if Jedi are even authorized to use blasters, let alone non-standard ones. Do you know how to use that thing? It’s actually not the same as researching it on the holo-net.”
“Shut up and drop your blaster.”
“If you shoot, I won’t tell you where Zekk is being held.”
“I’ll figure it out.” Jaina smiled thinly. “Do you know, I’ve imagined a thousand ways to get back at you for what you did to me and my family. And let’s face it, you aren’t exactly-well, firing at a Jedi, that’s exactly the kind of reckless thing you’d do, even if your aim sucks. And even the paperwork-” She cleared her throat. “I believed you. It’d be worth it.”
No, Zekk thought as loudly as he could. No, it wouldn’t; he remembered the night after Quec’slig, and a dozen times she’d come into the Flash and drained her glass of brandy too quickly. And if Jaina knew Traest wasn’t going to shoot her- It wouldn’t be worth it. This had gone too far. Zekk focused on the grating before him, and shifted so that his right foot pressed against it.
Traest straightened his blaster arm. “What would your family say about that?”
Zekk kicked through the grating; half a second before the grating fell, Jaina kicked Traest’s blaster out of the man’s hand and twisted his arms around his back. Traest pulled at the hold, but Jaina must have been a good deal stronger than she looked. She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her jacket and locked her ex-fiancé’s hands behind him. Zekk jumped free of the air duct, and paused to watch her. “Traest, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, sentient trafficking, and unethical sentient experimentation. These charges may be expanded upon at the crown attorney’s discretion as evidence is presented, and you will be notified of any changes. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can be held against you in a court of law.”
Traest grunted, but didn’t fight her, especially when Zekk retrieved the other man’s blaster and pointed it at Traest’s head. Jaina glanced up at Zekk; she looked grim, but not surprised by his appearance.
“You have the right to an attorney,” she continued. “If you can’t afford one, one will be appointed to you.” She pulled Traest straight again, none too gently if Traest’s expression was anything to go by. “And as a personal aside, you might want to avoid Kyp Durron and my family.” She looked out the doorway at the sound of running. “Oh. Too late. Well, maybe just stay away from my family as much as you can.”
Zekk couldn’t suppress his grin. “On the bright side, Kyp doesn’t seem the type to share.”
“…the kriff are you, Jaina?” Kyp was saying before he walked into the room. Upon seeing Traest in handcuffs, Kyp’s expression shone with even more glee than Zekk had expected. “Oh, look,” said the Destroyer of Carida. “Jaina, I’ll take him off your hands, shall I? We wouldn’t want there to be a conflict of interest or anything else to complicate the case.”
“Right,” Jaina said sceptically, “or anything.” Zekk couldn’t quite make out her expression, but she pushed Traest to Kyp. “Remember, we’ll have to process his holo-image.”
“He won’t appeal,” Kyp said, sounding pleased. “I guarantee prison will be better than bail. Traest, you and I are going to talk about plea bargains with lots of talking and no reduced sentences.”
Zekk raised an eyebrow as Kyp pushed Traest ahead of him out the door. “So that’s arrest without conflict of interest.”
Jaina waved a hand, but the way she swallowed belied her casual air. “Don’t worry, we have a lawyer on retainer just for Kyp’s ethic cases. They meet up twice a month to scream at each other about treatment of prisoners and whether or not the end justifies the means. Stick around, you might even get to see them. It’s hilarious. Not many people can keep up with Kyp, but-”
“Jaina,” he interrupted her rambling. “Yes, I heard everything; and yes, we’re going to talk about it, but not here.”
She rolled her eyes, and her expression hardened. “Zekk,” she said, “much though I appreciate the fact that you are unharmed, I’m not saying another word about anything until we’ve picked you over. Resign yourself, or I’ll hand you over to Kyp.” She turned on her heel, then paused. “Also, you aren’t ever going to hear the end of getting kidnapped in the parking lot, so I suggest you stay close.”
Zekk chose wisdom, and stayed both quiet and close as Jaina strode ahead.
Part Fourteen
cut!lyrics from Sunday Afternonn by Rachael Yamagata.
Right, so I know it still kind of sucks, but please R&R?