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Poss. stuff in the lull between Death Star 1 blowing and the Battle of Hoth:
• Jyn+Cas (and however many of the others we want) survive Scarif; as soon as they get back to Yavin 4, Cas is stuck in a bacta tank, and after a while in a medical coma, he finally wakes up—to find Jyn is still there…?
• Cas likes to climb the Massassi ziggurat, maybe Jyn climbs up one with him; and/or they go for a hike in the jungle…
• Alliance is looking to rehome survivors of Jedha and Alderaan, J+C could help survey planets…?
• Alliance needs more members, C sent back out as recruiter if Jyn wants to join…? (could involve being in a city together)
• reunite on Hoth after getting separated during the evacuation of Yavin…?
Anytime:
• the process of figuring out how to get these crazy kids to sleep in the same room (if they want to)
• they're already sleeping in the same room when one wakes the other with a nightmare
• something purely fluffy like realizing they both have atrocious eating habits, or one does and the other tries to help them with that
in which I talk a lot and you should feel free to ignore any parts you don't like XD
Date: 2019-07-17 11:47 pm (UTC)Imagine her surprise to wake up, period, let alone on a cot in what might generously be titled an infirmary, back at the rebel base on Yavin. She couldn't bully answers out of the medical droid come to hover over her, but once the medical officer showed their face Jyn began drilling them like they were the ones twenty seconds away from being court martialed. The explosion wasn't the Death Star destroying the planet, just off shore data towers destructing. Imperial troops had razed the place, and they came back to look for survivors. Yes, Captain Andor was alive and how had he walked out of there with her?
She wasn't expecting a question back and really wasn't in a mood to dwell on minute details, though she suspected adrenaline and sheer stubbornness had a fair amount to do with it. The officer wasn't nearly as easy to bully as the droid, and Jyn had to sit through the boring details of her own injuries (laceration, an ankle she should stay off of for a bit, and on and on, nothing she hadn't survived before) before she would be permitted to see Cassian.
Not that there was a lot to see. He looked exactly as awful as he had on Scarif, and they were keeping him in a coma for a few more days while he continued to heal. The bacta had helped a great deal, but at this point that meant weeks of recovery instead of months. In any event, there was nothing to do but wait, and she found herself waiting as close to him as she was allowed as often as they would let her. She didn't think she would be allowed to leave, considering the circumstances, but neither was she someone who had a role on the base. She was space flotsam, washed up on this particular shore and nobody seemed to know what to do with her.
The medical officer informed Jyn they were going to reverse the coma and let the Captain come to on his own. He was healing well, which was about the only good news she'd had in a great long while, and any further assessment would have to be done while he was awake. So she'd perched in a very uncomfortable chair at his bedside, watching like a hawk for signs of life. He was going to wake up to a nasty shock, and maybe she wouldn't be a help in that regard. But at the very least she could make sure he would be fine before disappearing into the ether, back to the hard scrabble in the shadow of the Empire.
I LOVE IT ALL <3 (now steals shamelessly from my own AO3 fic to blather on…)
Date: 2019-07-18 03:34 am (UTC)little galaxy of wiretaut strings transmuting his existence one more time—after saving him so many times already—to prop them both upright and take him in her arms: giving him one more purpose, even now, by needing him to hold her, too.
they'd never really clarified who was in command
which with this many variables should have become a problem for someone
but never did because it was mutual they were so in accord
one commander in two people
following her finally allowing him to step on the path he'd never been able for just himself
Could they ever have gone somewhere with trees, traded weapons for tools, sat at last on a beach like this but it would only be the sunset that enveloped them, in the end…?
Didn't matter. He closed his eyes into her shoulder and her hair. He didn't want to see the shockwave. Not out of fear: Out of utter lack of interest. All he wanted to feel, to breathe, to know… in this far better death than he could ever have hoped for or accomplished on his own… With gratitude and a sense of utter peace for the first time in his life, he filled his senses with her.
He welcomed falling into the Force.
he walked with Baze, who guided him, pretending to be bored but really as captivated as he was by
Chirrut, who could see the molecules of the world and expounded on the Force with language too sensical and profound to be held in a conscious mind
and he knew they had loved each other and did still though they didn't walk in the world anymore
on the rain-soaked cliff with Bodhi, the only one of them who hadn't had everything taken but instead had given it up
and been betrayed by Saw—and any minute now, by Cassian—
and then not Bodhi at all but… Tivik?
…no: Galen Erso; who looked at him with such burden and sadness, slipped a knife in his side to open his ribcage,
hook him up by veins and wires to Kaytoo, to keep him alive until Jyn could get there and detonate them all
being approached by Draven and Mon Mothma, who told him his next assignment was to die, but they'd do him the honor and service of dissecting him themselves; as Kaytoo held him up from behind
screaming at Kay not to leave him alone
in the elevator with Jyn, seeking the galaxy they'd saved and would never have again in one another's eyes; seeing everything she'd had stolen from her and wishing so badly he could give it back; but still, it was so good to be with her and be finished
How scarred he was under his clothes was probably no surprise. (Dusting of shrapnel over one shoulder onto his back; hollow of shoulder and chest and low on ribs shiny with blasterburn; knife lines in forearm and near collarbone; callouses from restraints on both wrists; some nearly-bacta-erased symmetrical surgical lines; raised mottling down his side going under his waistband, like someone had tried to dig something out of his side using an instrument not meant for it, but what really made it the worst was that it was stretched. He'd gotten it before he was finished growing.)
All in all: little surprise that he woke with a start and reaching for a nonexistent weapon.
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:10 am (UTC)Moving quickly, she gets up from her place in the chair. "Slow, Cassian. Slow," she pleaded in hushed tones, as he reached for a weapon that wasn't there. Unbidden, she reached for his grasping hand, though half a second later she wondered maybe if that was a wise choice. "Don't hurt yourself more."
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:25 am (UTC)For another moment, he still didn't know where (or when) he was. But she was there. Everything else was negotiable: she was there.
His fingers curled on hers. His voice came out raspish, denatured, but hopefully sufficient: "Jyn…"
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Date: 2019-07-18 03:51 pm (UTC)"Yes, I'm here," she answered, stilling. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:04 pm (UTC)He stared at her face like he was trying to reconcile strange readings, or read an unlabeled map, or interpret Shriiwook… but also not like any of that because of how seeing her face made his… shine…
What could he say to her…?
…Unfortunately, something occurred to him. Some of the light fell from his face, though his eyes never left hers, as he managed: "Where are we? …The others?"
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:24 pm (UTC)"We're back on Yavin. The Empire didn't use their weapon... and we survived it." She probably could have sounded a little happier about that, but with what she had to report next, it wouldn't come. She had to look away to say it. "Just us."
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:31 pm (UTC)Sefla. Melshi. Basteren. Calfor. Eskro. Farsin. Jav. Pao. Rostok. Stordan.
Rook. Malbus. Îmwe.
He wondered if there was anyone else alive who knew exactly which names were on that list.
Kaytoo.
I'm sorry. I loved you. I'm sorry.
He'd remember.
Whether he ever shared that list or not, depended on… how they proceeded to be…
judged?
remembered.
He opened his eyes to hers again. "Did it work?"
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Date: 2019-07-18 04:46 pm (UTC)"They got the transmission. It worked." She squeezed his hand as tightly as she dared. Never mind they had taken the long route to get to base. Her throat grew tight. "It worked. It's gone."
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Date: 2019-07-18 05:19 pm (UTC)He squeezed her hand back. And though his job usually involved being able to get meaning without its explicit transmission, there were some things you had to hear spelled out. "Destroyed?"
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Date: 2019-07-18 08:03 pm (UTC)"Completely." It hadn't been very long ago, and the entire base was in an uproar -- and rightly, if they were coming for them. Jyn... somehow hadn't cared, barely noticed. The only thing that had mattered to her was Cassian pulling through by the skin of his teeth. "The flaw was there, and... it worked."
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Date: 2019-07-19 12:24 pm (UTC)But that was okay. A sudden smile bloomed on his face.
"Good," he said. Understatement of the millennium.
His thumb moved on the back of her hand, consciously or un-. "And you're still here."
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Date: 2019-07-19 05:03 pm (UTC)She looks back down again at his second pronouncement. "I don't know if they'd let me leave," she said, which was true, but it was also true that she was worried about him. She had to make sure he would live, partly out of curiosity and partly out of a complicated tangle of emotions that Cassian now evoked that she didn't want to examine too closely out of fear of what she'd see. "Is that all right? That I'm here?"
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Date: 2019-07-19 05:39 pm (UTC)I don't know what I would have done if I'd woken up and you weren't.
He quietly breathed through his nose and got a grip; and frowned a little at the other thing she'd said: "Wasn't that your bargain with Mon Mothma? Help us and you'd go free?"
—Not that he wanted her to go. He just wanted it to be her free choice, if to stay.
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Date: 2019-07-20 09:19 pm (UTC)She looked up from where her hands held his. "And they said you were alive," she added, a little bit of truth.
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Date: 2019-07-21 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-07-21 09:01 pm (UTC)Known leaders like Mon Mothma, Bail Organa, Dodonna, Raddus, Draven, would be imprisoned and executed. The traitor Bodhi Rook would be turned over as a condition of surrender and made a painful example of. The Guardians and most of the SpecForce volunteers would refuse to cooperate and keep fighting, but without the resources of the Alliance, mainly they'd be finding a more palatable way to die. In order to keep K-2SO from being restored to factory spec and turned back into an Imperial weapon, Cassian would destroy him, himself; then also join the Guardians.
It doesn't matter. She already knew or didn't need to hear. You were still out. And then what she'd said before, belatedly catching up to him: they said you were alive. He looked at her, feeling his heart pound a little more. "You stuck around… for me?"
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Date: 2019-07-21 11:39 pm (UTC)More to the point, what was there to say? "I... yes," she said, because it was the truth. She was too tired for equivocation.
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Date: 2019-07-22 04:44 am (UTC)"…and now?" he said at last. His mouth was dry. It wasn't fair of him to put all the answers on her; at the same time, felt he needed further information before figuring out what on Fest to say or do, himself.
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Date: 2019-07-22 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-24 12:57 am (UTC)—Or was it? because his eyes were on hers again and what he said next was— "I know I don't need to worry about you. You can take care of yourself. But… do you have to, this time? Couldn't we… I thought… we were a good team. I'm… I'd… if there's any way… the prospect of going back to… being without that…
"Things are different now, for me. I don't want to go back to how I was before. Even if I could. And a big part of that… was getting to… work… with you.
"What you do next needn't have anything to do with me. But what I do next… if… you're… okay with it… I'd kinda like to have something to do with you."
Clear as mud? Roger. But the look on his face and in his eyes was a little clearer.
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:03 am (UTC)Whatever they've got him on for pain, it's just got him looped. He doesn't know what he's saying. Or that's what part of her said, the part that told her to run, hide, that one is plenty to look after, because everyone left anyway. But his eyes were clear, and it wasn't as though what he said were incoherent ramblings. Her chest hurt.
But she didn't want to leave him. Not out of guilt, or feeling indebted. "I don't know what's next either," she agreed finally, visibly uncomfortable with what she wants to say. "But I think -- I think that would be all right?"
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:26 am (UTC)Her touch did something hard to pinpoint but tangible to his smile. He again crooked a finger to brush hers, back. Gently, with humor; also genuine regard—how entirely ready he was, any time, to follow her lead: "Yes, ma'am."
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Date: 2019-07-26 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-29 03:10 pm (UTC)No… he really wasn't.
What he was was starting to drift off again.
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Date: 2019-07-30 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-30 11:48 pm (UTC)Though his grip was gentle, she could move away the instant she wanted to, this time he didn't let go of her hand.