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Reconciliation
By : LexiLupin
Category: Star Wars (All) > AU - Alternate Universe
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Chapter List
- 1-Reconciliation
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Epilogue
- 3
- 4
- 5
Part IV

Jaina stepped out of the refresher, sighing in exasperation. Zekk was leaning against the wardrobe, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyeing her closely, like a predator on the hunt. For a minute, she just stood, willing him to not make her say it, but he remained stoic and she relented with another heavy sigh. "I think you forgot something?" she bit.

"Oh?" he didn't move as he allowed his eyes to trail languidly over her form.

Pursing her lips in annoyance and frustration, she did not move from the doorway, her own arms crossed over the bathrobe she wore. "Something to sleep in, perhaps?" she ground out.

He cocked his head to one side and she flushed, feeling his eyes slide up and down her body once more. "No."

"No," she deadpanned.

"No," he repeated firmly. "You don't need anything to sleep in. Not yet, anyway."

Her brow rose. "Does that mean I get to go back to the detention block?"

"No."

She blinked. "You've lost me then." She strode forward and grabbed her folded black robe from the desk. "You said to get ready for bed." A hand descended on her shoulder as she turned to go back to the refresher. "What?" she snapped, and his eyes flashed but he restrained himself.

"You're being obtuse again," he murmured, sliding his hand down her arm before slipping under the wide hem of the sleeve and seizing her wrist in a tight grip. "Going to bed…" he brought his other hand up and gripped her face, "and going to sleep can have two remarkably different meanings…"

Wrenching her face from his grasp, she recoiled. "Go to hell."

"Now now," he pulled her back towards him and took her other wrist, bringing her arms around behind her back and securing them with one hand while the other reached over her shoulder, pulling damp hair from her face, and rested against her neck. "There's no need to be like that. As far as I see things, we can do this one of two ways."

His voice was low and soft, and it made her cringe as infuriated tears began to well up in her eyes. "Let me go," she insisted more bravely than she felt. "If you wanted to rape me, you would have done it weeks ago."

He chuckled and the sound only frightened her more. In the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware of Jacen becoming alert to her fear, and she wanted nothing better than to reassure him, but even if she hadn't been wearing the impulse cuff, she doubted she'd have been able. "Don't be ridiculous," Zekk murmured, turning her face slightly towards him. "I don't want to rape you, and you're not going to make me."

"To make you?" she demanded, trying again in vain to pull free of his grip, but her arms were securely pinned.

"Like I said," he continued smoothly, "we can do this one of two ways. Your way- in which you fight and struggle and, in the end, I still get what I want, and you're suffering the painful consequences of resisting me in the first place. Or, we can do this my way- in which you cooperate," his hand at her neck descended, coming to rest at her waist, "and as a reward for your promised good behavior, I'll remove your impulse bracelet."

"How about a third way that involves giving me some kriffing pajamas and going to sleep? Or better yet, tossing me back in my little cell, alone."

He released her wrists and she spun quickly away, backing across the room as far as possible- which was, unfortunately for her, not very far. "Hey," his voice was still soft but his tone had sharpened. "I'm only trying to help you. I don't want to see you in any more pain than necessary…" he took in her wild, trapped eyes. "And if you just do as I ask, you can have the returned usage of your full range of pain-suppression abilities and healing trance powers from the moment you agree," he held up a hand, as though preparing to release the cuff, "until tomorrow morning. I give you my word."

A strangled laugh that was more sob than anything escaped her. "Your word?" she demanded. "Your word? What exactly is that worth?"

He frowned. "Have I not been reasonable with you?" he asked calmly. "I allowed you to sleep in a bed, gave your body a better chance to heal, recover…"

"A better tactic would be not hurting me in the first place," she snapped. "And that doesn't count- you made me sleep in the bed."

He frowned in consternation. "No, I didn't. I've not said a word about it for three nights now. It's you who has willingly joined me."

She opened her mouth and stopped, seething. He was right, of course, but only in a technicality. She had really just given up on fighting him about it, knowing that he'd force the issue, painfully if need be. And now, he was trapping her again, but the stakes were so much higher, and she looked desperately around the room, willing inspiration to come to her. None did. By abandoning the small fights to save herself the inevitable pain, she had played herself right into this corner.

"What will it be then?" he walked slowly towards her. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me. And don't think that you'll be able to fight me off- you won't succeed and you'll only serve to make me… angry."

"You're despicable."

"I'll be kind," he murmured softly in her ear, one arm braced against the wall, body pinning hers in place. He reached his free hand to her left wrist and ran his fingers over the impulse-emitter, toying with her freedom. "I'll even be as gentle as you ask of me, and you'll have the whole night with the Force back to recover from any… unavoidable pain and discomfort." His eyes flashed in darkened desire and she bit her lip to stop it from trembling.

Mind working fast and getting nowhere, Jaina tried desperately to understand why he was doing this. If it was to get at her, he wouldn't offer to take off her wrist cuff, wouldn't bother with the mock pleasantries. But to get at Jacen… if he removed the cuff, she'd be able to communicate with him again, and could sever her connection with him- but could she do it if she weren't being viciously hurt? She wasn't sure, and judging from Zekk's gamble, he- or Brakiss- probably thought she couldn't.

Which made Zekk's 'offer' make a lot more sense. It left her with the choice of suffering and no way to alleviate it, no way to stop Jacen from feeling it, no way to prevent his undoubted outrage when he realized what was happening; or it gave her the chance to largely spare them both the physical pain, but emotionally… well, either way, Jaina knew she would not recover for a long time, and Jacen would be left feeling betrayed, knowing that his sister gave herself willingly to their tormentor…

She clenched her eyes closed and gasped for breath, suffocating against Zekk's insistent presence. Forcing herself to calm down, to regain control, she stared at her feet and muttered her answer.

"Take the cuff off," her voice was barely over a whisper. "And I'll cooperate."

He let out a breath and sighed against her. "I knew you would," he murmured, trailing his fingers up to the cuff once more. With a click, it came off into his hand, and Jaina felt a sudden sense of freedom, hindered by her own fear and anxiety, but comforting nonetheless. "You've always been smart…" his hand returned to her waist and began to toy with the sash of the robe, just enough to make her stomach clench in discomfiting fear again.

"I…" she couldn't stop the beginnings of a worried protest forming.

"Shh," he pressed a finger to her lips and, abandoning the tie, pulled her away from the wall, leading her across the room once more to his bed. A dry sob threatened to escape her throat, but he turned to face her, cupping her face in one hand while she stared down at the floor. "Don't be afraid, Jaina…"

His kind tone and soft touch caught her off guard, and it was the first time she could remember him using her given name since she'd been forced to take up quarters with him- or had it been her choice? Had sleeping in his bed been her choice? Was this? She didn't even know anymore which, she supposed, was his plan all along… she looked up at him in surprise- and started.

His eyes were a vibrant emerald green, full of the same boisterous life and energy that she has grown up seeing in him. And in his face, in his very aura in the Force, she could sense something familiar, yet terrifying in its perverseness…

Affection. True, honest, innocently youthful affection.

She bit back a cry and pulled away reflexively, unable to comprehend how, in that moment, he looked and felt so much like the old Zekk, but would do this to her and Jacen, would coerce her into something that would scar her forever, even if he did make it seem like her choice, that he wasn't really raping her…

The eyes darkened once more, and the familiarity quickly vanished. He stalked towards her and yanked on her arm, stinging muscles that had already been pulled or injured in recent weeks. She could feel Jacen's panic in her mind, overlapping her own as she tried to calm down, to relax…

With a click, she looked down and saw the impulse-emitting cuff secured once more around her wrist. For a fleeting moment, she thought that Zekk had changed his mind, that he had realized, in that moment of self-awareness, that this wasn't him, that he didn't really want to do this, that Brakiss was manipulating him…

And then his hands were yanking the tie of her robe, hastily undoing the knot, and she struggled against him. "Zekk," she cried, staring at the cuff on her wrist, "what…?"

"You think too loudly," he hissed. "I'm altering our agreement."

Time ceased to move as she stared at him unblinkingly, even as he shoved her back across the room and she stumbled, falling to the floor in front of the bed, trying to protect her modesty, attempting to refasten the robe.

"But…" she stammered, blinking through tears, "you said… if I cooperate… you gave me your word, Zekk!"

His cruel smile and disbelieving snort made something tear inside of her, paralyzed her with grief, with betrayal and fear, as he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, tearing the robe from her shoulders and shoving her forward onto the bed where she huddled, breathing raggedly, unable to meet his eyes that had darkened nearly to black.

"And you believed me?"

That time- Jaina cried.

X-X-X-X

Jacen knelt numbly on the floor of his cell, head clutched in his hands.

For only a moment, Jaina's presence had returned to him full-force, and he had jumped immediately to the hopeful conclusion that it was over, that Zekk was releasing her… and then she had just as abruptly disappeared again, back to the subdued state forced by the cuff that prevented her from reaching out to him or maintaining their strong mental connection.

And now, she was in more pain than he could ever remember- but only part of it was physical… the sense of utter betrayal stung him and he wept, knowing that she had miscalculated Zekk, that she had allowed herself to believe that he wouldn't harm her too badly, and he had used her naïveté in the utmost…

He was all too aware of the sudden barrage of pain, as much as he tried to separate her sensations from his own mind… her emotions and sensations were too strong, her inability to allay them and block them made them that much stronger to Jacen, and he struggled to even send her his own strength through their bond, fought through her own terror to bolster her…

Something rent at their bond and Jacen clawed at it, tried to force his way to her… and then a sharp assault of a whole new kind of pain- physical and emotional, Jacen thought- sent him careening out of her mind, and he cried out, trembling, paralyzed on the cold, hard floor.

Distantly- or perhaps in his mind, even- he heard a loud, mournful howl of a wookiee.

X-X-X-X

Zekk stared with dead eyes at the prone figure, a latent thought deep in his mind suggesting that he should feel something right now, anything… but a weight pressed against his mind, and no emotion could be coaxed to the surface, save a slight uneasiness as he glimpsed the dark stains of dried blood on her back, the visible side of her face, on the bed around her. He pushed the sensation away with effort and briefly toyed with the idea of summoning a medical droid while he was gone for the next few hours…

And then the whisper of an approaching presence drove the thought from his mind completely and, almost as an afterthought, he covered the bruised and bloodied girl with a sheet moments before the door slid open. He turned and nodded at his mentor.

"Lord Brakiss."

The blond, handsome man smiled at his young apprentice. "Knight Zekk," he inclined his head. "I have only come to check on you and your… captive." He approached the bed slowly, and Zekk fought back the urge to tell him not to touch her, that the girl was too injured, as Brakiss lifted the sheet and peered curiously at the broken body. "My," he murmured, "you had an… exciting night, I daresay."

"Is my lord… displeased?"

Brakiss chuckled lowly, dropping the sheet back over Jaina's back and turning back to Zekk. "Of course not, my darkest knight, you've done well. Come, walk with me…" He led the way out of the room and Zekk pressed the release, closing the door, with a last glance back into the room. "I admit, I wasn't sure that you would be able to follow through on your promise, but I stand mistaken, and must express my own sincere apologies for doubting you. You've not yet failed me, my boy."

A sense of satisfaction stirred deep inside Zekk before he frowned and pushed it away. Something about Brakiss' tone made him wary… like he wasn't telling him something… "Has her brother been sufficiently crippled then?"

"Oh, yes. And the wookiee," he added, sounding surprised. "Even some of our younger students were noticeably disquieted by the girl's pain last night. Solo and the wookiee are well on their way to ultimately giving in to us, we just need to wait for that last little… persuasion."

"Master?"

Brakiss shrugged. "The girl's use is at an end, you've accomplished everything I could have dreamed with her. Her death will provide the catalyst we need for her brother to give in fully to his despair and embrace the dark side."

Something clicked inside Zekk's mind, and he forced himself to keep walking, forced himself to master his emotions. "And… when do you intend to kill her, my lord?"

"Me?" Brakiss turned, brow raised. "After the frustration I caused you, inflicting her constant presence on you for the past couple weeks… Knight Zekk, I wouldn't dream of denying you the satisfaction of killing her yourself."
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Reconciliation	By : LexiLupin Category: Star Wars (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars; I make no money.

Reconciliation