Je'lie's Fear

He sat down in the booth, rubbing his forehead and creasing his eyebrows together. His companion Vector had joined him, but seemed at peace unlike him. The noise of the cantina picked up, bouncing around him with a beat that was made to make life enjoyable, at least for a time.

The man had said he would meet him, and yet he was already twenty minutes late. Usually it didn't bother him, but with things that had been happening lately, he liked to be punctual. Vector turned his fathomless black eyes onto him, and he could see the worry that rippled through the Force from him. "We see your aura is dim. Is everything alright, agent?"

A sigh was his companion's answer, causing Vector's one eyebrow to raise. But before the Joiner could say anything, someone was slipping into the booth beside them, a rather sadistic grin coming to the face of the agent. "You're late..."

"Trivialities," the man shrugged, pulling down the hood of his robe to show both of them a dashing smile. He then seemed to sober, "My apologies. I was... detained."

The agent nodded his head towards the man, "Vector, I'd like you to meet Lord Desiterus. We've known each other for a while..."

"We are humbled," Vector replied, bowing his head slightly to the Sith that was sitting across from him. "We must ask though. Why do you leave our agent waiting?"

The man - Desiterus - smirked as he looked at the agent, "Damn, Je'lie, you know how to choose them, don't you?"

"What can I say? I'm just that good," Je'lie chuckled slightly before it died, and once again he was rubbing his forehead, a sigh escaping his lips.

"It's not really like you to call me up out of the blue, Je," Desiterus frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just stress. And a headache, that's all," Je'lie grumbled to him, dismissing the question easily, but Desiterus wasn't one to be easily swayed, and he knew that.

"No. Enough of that shit! Don't make me persuade you into telling me what I want to know."

"Just... spend a little time with me, will you?" Je'lie whispered, biting at his lip as he scanned the cantina once more, causing Vector to frown slightly.

"Agent..."

"I'm fine, Vector," Je'lie insisted before he was looking once again at Desiterus, internally sighing as he looked into the iridescent eyes of the Sith opposite of him. The facial tattoos were startling against the pounding lights of the cantina, and the Force that wove through him was a trivial thing. Je'lie could see the tainted color of the dark side, yes, but he could see, deep down underneath it all as well, the brilliant shine of the Force like that of the Jedi, and it perplexed him quite a bit.

"You're worried about something," Desiterus's voice brought him out of his internal thoughts. "But what would you of all people worry about?"

"This whole thing with Imperial Intelligence. Me becoming a Cipher," Je'lie moaned out, allowing his head to thump down slightly on the table in front of them. "They've tasked me with finding this damned Eagle, and the amount of cover work I've had to do... The amount of me I've had to shed to become who I needed to be..."

Vector quietly placed his hand on Je'lie's chest. A small, yet intimate, move that had Je'lie sighing greatly. "You're strong, Je'lie, just like I am..." Desiterus smirked greatly, his eyebrows rising slightly at the position that the two were in now. "You'll get through this..." Upon someone stumbling into their table and jostling it, causing Je'lie to moan slightly in discomfort, Desiterus snarled.

Quickly turning his body and holding out his hand, he let lightning fly at the patron that had drunkenly stumbled into them before meandering away. The unsuspecting man screamed out as his body seized up before he fell to the ground, and Desiterus let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, I had forgotten how thrilling that feeling could be, torturing people..."

"And now your Sith persona appears," Je'lie grumbled, turning his head to look at Vector, "Don't let him fool you, Vector. Deep down he's a rather caring individual..."

"Don't say that too loudly," Desiterus frowned, "I'd rather have people think I'm a heartless bastard. It makes it easier to get information when needed..."

Once again Je'lie was placing his forehead against the cool surface of the table, "Just make me a promise, Des... Promise me that you're going to call me weekly until I tell you that you don't have to..."

"You're afraid," Desiterus clarified. "Of what?" He then frowned, "I know it's not for yourself... You're not like that..." His eyes then snapped to Vector, and he at once understood. "Je, if anything were to happen to you I promise that nothing would happen to your companions..."

"You have to swear it," Je'lie frowned as he brought his head up off of the table, causing Vector to squirm slightly in his seat.

"Agent. We can take care of..."

"That's not the point, Vector! The point is that I know you'll be absolutely safe if something happens to me!" Je'lie countered onto him, frowning and putting a hand over the one that Vector had against his chest. "We might have only been together for a short period of time, but you've wound yourself into my life, into my heart! I'm not giving that up for anything..."

Desiterus frowned slightly as he looked at Vector, "You're the only thing in his life that he is joyful for... I was taken away from him, and can never really be with him like he needs..." And then he was nodding, "Alright, I'll do it, Je'lie. Just promise me nothing is going to go wrong... And if it does, promise me that you'll call so I can get my ass over there to pull you out of it!"

"I can make no promises as a Cipher Agent," Je'lie answered, a small smile coming to his face. And then he was placing his hand on Desiterus's shoulder, "It was good to see you again, friend. But I do miss the old you... This maniacal bastard persona that you've got going on... Not sure that I enjoy it. You act too much like my father..."

With that, Vector and him were standing and leaving the booth before making their way out of the cantina. His heart was lifted, he felt a little safer now. Knowing that Vector of all people would be safe from anything that would come their way.

"Your aura, agent. It's once again flaring," Vector mumbled as he leaned in closer to his ear. "Have we told you how much we enjoy your aura?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me now," he smiled softly as he turned his head to look at the Joiner.

"Your aura... It flares and sings for us, agent. We are greatly pleased to be near you," Vector let a small smile grace his lips. He leaned towards Je'lie's ear once again, whispering to him, "Let us go back to the ship, agent. We are needed on Taris, yes? We am sure we could find something for us to do while we travel..."

Just those words caused a shiver to run down Je'lie's spine, and he nodded, "Yes, let's get going!"

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Alright. Like I promised. A little short story about Je'lie during the time of SWTOR. For those of you who didn't catch on, Desiterus is Zeik. This is before Ulic finds Zeik again and Zeik remembers his real name.

And yes, in this Je'lie has a love interest with Vector. This is, of course, before he meets Ulic, so it's not that big of a deal. lol. And this is just the beginnings of their relationship.

Poor Je'lie though, always paranoid, always worried about everyone other than himself. It's so saddening. His entire past is littered with sadness, abuse, and no love. But don't worry, he now has Ulic, and Ulic gives him everything he ever needs and more... And later on in the story, Je'lie finds out he's not so lonely as he once thought.