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only-lonely-stars · 3 years

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The Future is Bright, Chapter 7

[Chapter 1 (Beginning)] // [Chapter 6] // [Chapter 7 - you are here!] // [Chapter 8] // [Chapter 10 (End)] (FFN)

The moment of truth! Cole and Vania are on a date field trip to the ice caves. What will they see? What do they wish for? Let’s find out!

Summary: What would happen if Cole had indeed had a reflection in the tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master? How would that have changed his life later? What would it have been? This story follows what might have happened if he had seen something, and what it was; who he would have become. What if his future was already decided?... (Rated T for safety. Alternate title: the Cosmic Spoilers AU.)

Chapter 7: Icy Realizations

Thanks to Ronin's 'infinite generosity' and absolutely zero threats of reporting him to the Ninjago City Police, R.E.X. was for the third time en route to the tomb of the First Master. Each successive time felt a little more natural to Cole, especially since water wasn't a death sentence anymore, but today was special. While it was awkward to think about it, Cole knew there was a word for it. This time, the trip was more intimate...

Cole shook himself as he thought of it, slight heat coming to his cheeks as his mind wandered, all the while Vania relaxed in the back of the ship. "Intimate" was definitely not the right word to use, especially when around Vania! Doubly so when he was hoping to see who this stranger was supposed to be, instead of just a golden smudge, and triply when he had uncomfortable suspicions about that person's identity. In the back of his mind, he wondered if this was what the First Spinjitzu Master really intended his resting place to be used for... did he mind it being used as a glorified crystal ball?

It was a question for another time. Cole found the ship nearing the caves, and R.E.X. automatically landed at the tomb before he could think about it too much. Then it was time for Cole to lead Vania down and in, careful not to hurt her, and to guide her safely. Together, they passed through the Spinjitzu zoetrope, then descended below the room with the golden staff and its chutes and slides; they at last came to the maze of ice.

"Here we are!" Cole announced as they approached, gesturing up at the cavern. "Welcome to the ice caves."

"Oh my…" Vania turned around, marveling at the enormous cavern with a whisper. "This is beautiful!" She beamed at him. "It's the maze that does the reflections?"

"Yep. As far as I know, anyway. Maybe the other ice does, but we didn't look." He shrugged a little awkwardly. "Anyway, it's right over there if you want to take a peek at your own."

"I will!" She grinned at him. "I want to know!" The picture of excitement, Vania spun on her heel and ran up to the ice.

For a few moments, Vania was still, looking up at it. Her jaw seemed to drop, but she closed it quickly, crying out in good cheer. "Oh my goodness, it's– it's–"

Cole laughed. "It's what?"

"It's... perfect!" Vania laughed brightly, the sound infectious. "It's everything I hoped it would be!"

"What, what is it? What do you see?" He smiled as she looked at it a little ways away, unable to stop his curiosity. "You gotta tell me more than that, Queenie."

She laughed a bit more. "Cole, it's me– well, obviously, but with my yang! My future yang, I mean!" She put her hand up to the ice. "Well, I'm pretty sure it is, anyway. The pins match, and... well, that's not all."

"Wait, really?" He came up behind her to try and look over her shoulder, but it took him a few moments to get there on the slippery floor. He couldn't help his overwhelming, overspilling curiosity. "Your yang is there? Who is it?"

"He's the guy I've had a crush on for years." She turned and looked up at him when he got there, all the while grinning excitedly. "I've had feelings for him for a really, really long time! I guess eventually he feels the same..."

Cole grinned back. "I guess so!" He looked up at the ice, but...

There was no other person's reflection there in the ice. Instead, it was just his reflection and hers. Even so, it was still a fascinating sight. In the ice, Future Vania looked older and wiser– maybe even a little taller– but no less happy than she did in the present. Her eyes still sparkled, her smile was still wide. She wore her hair down instead of up, straight instead of braided, except for tiny ones by her ears that had ribbons threaded in. She was in no uncertain terms gorgeous, and the laughter lines by her eyes made her look like she'd never lost her internal child's spirit.

When Cole looked at it, it made him smile. "You look really happy," he commented.

"No wonder." She laughed quietly, glancing between him and the ice with a soft smile. "It's everything I could've wanted. He's… everything I want. Maybe always has been."

He couldn't help but ask. "Well, uh, Vania. I don't think I see him. You're gonna have to tell me, who is he? Since you recognize him so easily, he must be someone I know."

At Cole's words, Vania's smile fell, being replaced with confusion that tugged at his heart. "...What? Don't you see the reflection?"

"No?" He looked back at the ice in matching confusion. "Sorry, Vania. I just see your reflection and mine. Whoever your yang is, I can't see him."

She laughed quietly. "What? No, Cole. Look again!"

"I am looking again!" He looked at it and then back at her. "It's just the two of us– well, future us. Cole and Vania, that's it."

"No, look closer!"

"I said I'm looking!"

"No, Cole. Look." She grabbed his hand and placed it against the cold ice, right against his reflection and Future Cole's chest, where his yang's pin was placed– her hand was cool to the touch. "Don't you see it?"

He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her words, and to see what she meant for him to see. Her words were confusing, but he tried to make sense of them, hoping to keep it straight. What he could see... there was so little there...

Except... that had to be it.

The reflection was empty, save for them. Two people. Both had pins, and... the pins matched.

Cole's heart rose into his throat. "You– you don't mean..." He stopped himself, glancing down at her in disbelief. "No way. That's not right."

She looked right back up at him, unwavering in her doe-eyed gaze. "Yes, it is right. He's right there, Cole. You can see him."

He blinked a few times, jaw dropping a little as he tried to come to grips. 'He' was in the reflection; he was Future Cole. "There's no way it's actually true."

At Cole's repeated refutation, Vania's vulnerable gaze shifted, and she smiled hesitantly. "Um… yeah. It is true- at least, what I said is. Doesn't seem like the ice lies, either. I believe it."

He laughed faintly, more of a huff than a true laugh, trying to come to grips. "And you're sure this isn't some cosmic joke?"

"It looks sincere." She smiled a little more, if nervously. "Hooray for cosmic spoilers, as you called it…"

He couldn't help a little smile in return, but hesitated.

If this was true, it meant something. If this was real, or would be real, then it meant something too. There was so little way to know with things like destiny, and even less after learning about Cloud Kingdom, but... was there any way of double-checking?

He shook his head, drawing in a breath. "Sorry, I– I need to try something, sorry." He stepped away from her, hoping to find it easier to breathe. Then he went around a corner nearby, where he couldn't see her and she couldn't see him, far enough that he could breathe again. Far enough to test the ice's powers, and to see if things were going to change; maybe this would work as a test. "Okay, Vania, I have a question. Do you still see him– er, see me? Do you see your future yang?"

A tense moment passed, just enough to make him doubt. Maybe the ice was wrong, or lying. Maybe the ice wasn't accurate. Maybe– maybe he was never supposed to end up in Shintaro, or get married, or–

His thoughts were cut off when the faint sound of her voice came around the corner. "Yeah, Cole. I still see him." She paused. "Do you see your yin now?"

He sighed heavily, knowing there was no other way. "Let's find out."

Steeling himself, Cole closed his eyes. Upon opening them, he wrenched his gaze toward the ice in front of himself, intent to see who was there–

He laughed.

There, in the ice, was a vision of two people instead of one. There was himself, just as he'd seen before. Now, however, there was a woman of roughly the same age, which he stopped to examine more. She had long blonde hair, partially braided with ribbons, and pale skin highlighting her sparkling blue eyes. She stood next to him, hand on his arm and head resting gently against his shoulder, smiling softly even as her yin's pin was hidden by his arm. There was no question of her identity, and neither would there be if she was not wearing white and blue like him; she was Vania, older and wiser, and age had treated her well. The same Future Vania he'd seen just moments before.

Cole took a deep breath, grounding himself, searching for his element's calming warmth. "...Yeah, Vania. I see you– you're right there next to me, clear as day."

A moment passed, and then Vania laughed giddily, clearly excited. "Really? I– I can't believe it!"

"Me neither..." He touched the ice hesitantly– the vision did not fade one bit, with only Future Cole reaching out to mirror him somewhat. "This is crazy. It's real. It's actually real... Are we sure this isn't some weird dream?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not." Vania came closer to the corner, just barely visible through the ice, just like when he'd seen the gold the second time he'd come. A dead-on match. "I can't believe it's you, Cole!"

He smiled at her refracted image, then came around the corner to her, in order to see her face. The beautiful face of his friend– was that still a word he could use?– in all her glory and short stature.

Upon turning to the ice in front of her, Cole's stomach churned in uncertainty. There they were together, just the two reflections; no visions, just light, or whatever Zane had said. He didn't remember it, and it didn't matter. What mattered was that this was him and Vania, apparent yin and yang.

He swallowed, glancing at her. "I finally figured it out, I guess. I found you."

"Yeah." She smiled at him. However, after only moments, her eyes grew wide and her smile vanished. "I– oh gosh, I just told you how I felt about you, to your face!" She hid her face, blushing red and turning away. "I don't know why I said all that, I'm so sorry Cole! That was terrible of me!"

He faltered, but then laughed, mostly to relieve the tension. Little about this was funny... except Vania's reaction. That was. "Hey, it's okay! I'm not gonna judge you."

"I'm judging me!" She laughed too, sounding like she was somewhat relieved. "I just threw it all at you like that. How could I do that?"

"Well, yeah you did, but it's fine." He chuckled a little more. "I'm not mad at you."

It took her moment, but Vania eventually looked at him again through her fingers, still red in the face. "Promise?"

"I promise." He smiled, but then uncertainty came creeping back. Discomfort, too. The creator of the realm just spoiled their whole lives… and he'd not only roped her into it, but let it happen. Guilt tried to keep him from speaking, but in futility. "Actually, Vania, I'm really sorry for dumping all of this on you. The future, and this mess, and everything."

"Wait, what?" What he'd said shocked her out of her embarrassment, and she stared at him incredulously.

"Uh…" He looked away from her, discomfort growing. "I'm sorry. It's really hard to have someone else determine your life for you, especially with stuff like… that."

She kept staring, and when he eventually met her eyes, she looked at him like he'd grown a second head, embarrassment forgotten. "What are you talking about, Cole? I was so excited about this trip. Besides, this is the greatest news of my life!"

He stopped in his tracks. It was... what?

"Wait, really?"

She laughed, gesticulating wildly. "Of course it is! Didn't you hear me?" She blushed again, even redder than before, but she still looked him in the eyes. "I've had a crush on you for forever, Cole. At least now I've said it..."

"What? Me?" He stared, unable to comprehend what she was saying. "Forever? ...Why?"

"Why?" She laughed nervously, still red. "Do you have to ask?"

"Uh... well, I don't want to assume. I'm not Kai."

She laughed more, stumbling over her words. "Okay, well it's because... it's because you're amazing! I mean, I heard so many stories, and at first it was kind of a celebrity thing. Then I got to meet you, and you were so nice. It was the best time of my life– except, obviously, it wasn't perfect, with the Geckles and Munce and them needing freedom, obviously– but it was a dream come true!" She grabbed his hand in hers. "I've had feelings for you for absolutely ages!"

He had to smile at that, and how little her hand was, despite the moment. He could crush hers, but he would never dare. "Seriously? You just had feelings for me, even though you'd never even met me? How does that even work...?"

"Uh, yeah, I did. That's what I just said!" She laughed again, nerves taking over as she gripped his hand. "Like I said, it wasn't until I actually got to meet you that I really developed strong ones."

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner instead of keeping it secret?"

"I tried to give you hints! You didn't really seem to get it."

"I'm a guy, we don't do hints."

"I can tell," she snickered.

He snickered with her. "That's a little rude, Vania."

"Well it's true! I thought I was being so clear about it!"

He laughed more. "Okay, yeah, maybe. In hindsight, it's really obvious."

"I'd hope so." She let her hand fall from his and nervously fiddled with her nails, and the feeling of cool air instead of another hand was striking to Cole- unwelcome, even. "I guess– I don't know, honestly. I'm happy about this, but are you? Are you okay with this?"

He shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, Vania. I've had years to figure out what I think about this whole thing; I saw it years ago." He gestured at the ice, and at their reflections, clad in Shintaran colors. "For a while it was just knowing that I'd be human and get married, and now– now I know the whole thing. Now it's kind of new, and it's not what I'm used to worrying about anymore. It's new. That doesn't mean it's bad news, but it's new."

"It sounds like it's not the news you want, though." She frowned.

"Well– well, no? Yes? I don't know, Queenie." He brushed his hair back again, distracting himself. "I'm sure about one thing. I'm glad it's you and not some random person I've never met."

"Me too." She nodded at him. "Plus, we have lots of time to figure it out."

"Yeah. I'm happy about that." He smiled at her again. "I don't know how this is supposed to work, honestly. I'm sorry."

She laughed, shrugging. "It's okay. It's not like we have to keep that in mind all the time, after all. Maybe we can think of it kind of like an opportunity? Something to work towards. If we don't like it, we could just defy fate and change paths, and it wouldn't be hard." She hesitated. "I'm a lot more interested in it than you right now, but I'm not more important than how you feel."

"That's true, I guess." Cole thought for a moment, trying to understand. What was one supposed to do in a situation like this one, especially when both people knew it wasn't equally desired? Practically an arranged marriage, but by fate itself. They could try it and dive in, and Cole could try to grow feelings for her, or maybe use distance to break it?

As he thought, Cole took a good and long look at Vania. She was a dear friend, and objectively lovely to look at, but… there weren't enough feelings there to justify artificially building a relationship at the moment. If he was brutally honest, he knew it would die before it lived enough to be worthwhile. Still, the idea of not giving love a chance seemed unwise, and with Vania the last thing he wanted was to hurt her with something foolish.

Eventually, Cole knew what he wanted. He wanted the most valuable thing in the world. The most precious treasure, that which everyone wanted and no one had: time.

He smiled at Vania, finally. "I think I know what I want to do about this, Vania."

"What is it?" She looked at him, curious. "Do you want to try something?"

"Yes and no: I say we wait. Act as friends, and if we get comfortable, do more. If we like it, we try more." He shrugged. "Like a trial run of a relationship, just to see if it actually works."

She nodded, considering his ideas. "So you're saying we'd let it have time, and then see how we both feel after a while?"

"Yeah." He hesitated, grappling for words. "Not that I want to push you into it, or anything, I promise. I just don't know what else we could do."

She smiled again. "No, you're not pushing me into anything. In fact, I think that's a great idea!" She tucked some stray hair behind her ear. "May as well see if we like it before we do anything, right?"

"Yeah." He paused, then sighed, stepping away and beginning to pace, hoping to clear his head. "Here's what I'm thinking, really. We're friends right now. I like that, you like that–" he took a glance at her, and when she nodded, he nodded back. "Yeah. So if we eventually feel like we want to go further than that, we can. If we don't, the FSM can deal with it."

She laughed at that. "Are you sure it's a good idea to talk about the First Spinjitzu Master that way?"

He snickered. "He's dead. What's he gonna do, smite me?"

"You never know. He might."

"Maybe, or he might do nothing. Because he's dead."

"What if he's not, though?" Vania grinned. "This may be his tomb, but it might not be his skeleton."

Cole froze, then looked at her. "That sounds like a conspiracy theory."

"It is. It also sounds like it could be true, doesn't it?"

"No way."

"C'mon, sure it is!" She laughed mischievously. "Someone had better DNA test the body of the FSM to make sure it's really him."

"I– Vania. We don't know the FSM's DNA records." He laughed too. "We can't test to see if it's him! We don't know what his DNA was!"

"Sure we do! Just test some of Lloyd's and figure it out." She crossed her arms. "Easy."

"Wh– Vania. That's still not how it works!"

"Okay, well do you know how it works?"

"No, but I know that that's not how!" He snickered.

Vania laughed again. "Come on, Cole! You're telling me you don't know how DNA testing works, but that I'm wrong about how it works? You don't have a leg to stand on!"

"Hey! I'm using logic!"

"Or you're using doubt..."

"No way!" He snickered, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "You just don't believe me, but good news: we have all of our walk back to the surface for me to convince you."

"Oh, yeah. Sure." She grinned. "Convince me."

"I will!..."

As they walked, their voices echoed around the cavern. They didn't mind, conversation having devolved into their little argument, all the while ignoring the ice. Despite what they'd discovered, they had a solid plan, and they would stick with it; it was only a matter of time until they could figure it out for certain. Cole knew that it was going to be weird, and they weren't necessarily going to like it all the time, but it was worth it to give it a shot. After all, a future with Vania might not actually be as scary as he feared, considering she was such a dear friend...

If there was going to be anything between them, Cole knew one thing: he would not let it be because some fancy-schmancy ice wall told him so. Destiny wasn't the boss of him or Vania. Destiny, if it was real, was just an annoyance... but Vania wasn't.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfic #ninjago au #ninjago cole #ninjago vania #cole brookstone #princess vania #vania #cole x vania #vania x cole #colania #vanillacake #vanillacakeshipping #OLST fanfic #the future is bright #I've been so excited for posting this update!!! I'm so happy it's today :D

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queen-scribbles · 4 years

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Got Your Back

Oh, look, a Keme/Jorgan fic that is 100% @haledamage‘s fault.

...Well, maybe 97%

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Danger was to be expected.

It was a basic point of Republic military training, doubly so for SpecForce. Danger was normal. You should expect it, meet it head on, but not rashly, and worry about the unit and the mission before the individual.

Kementari Rand had apparently missed the day they reviewed the back half of that mandate. As evidenced by her wild yell as she flung herself across ten meters of uneven terrain to distract the Gamorrean menacing her XO.

Jorgan had been aware of the threat, of course. He had enough combat experience for that. He’d just gambled he could get off the shot he was lining up before the hulking Gamorrean reached him. His rifle spat an orange laser bolt half a second before the thug’s fist slammed into the side of his face and sent him sprawling.

Even as he struggled to shake out the stars behind his eyes, Rand was between him and the Gamorrean, whipping the butt of her rifle into the thug’s face. He gave a squealing grunt as he stumbled back, but recovered quickly. Rand ducked the backhand aimed at her head and slapped one hand against his chest, leaving behind something white and malleable the thug ignored to swing at her with his war axe.

She dodged the first swipe, but over-committed on her retaliation. Even as she slashed open the Gamorrean’s gut with her vibroshiv, he backhanded her hard across the face. As she spun from the force of the blow, a second swing of his axe opened a deep gash up her back.

Rand yelped in pain and stumbled to her knees in the same moment Jorgan staggered back to his feet. Still rubbing his jaw with one hand, he yanked out his blaster with the other and shot the plastique she’d jammed against the Gamorrean’s chest. The explosion sent the Gamorrean reeling and took a chunk out of his shoulder slightly larger than Jorgan’s fist. Jorgan tightened his grip on his blaster and shot the thug--twice, nearly point blank--in the face. Once assured the threat was neutralized, he turned to offer Rand a hand up.

She took it, wincing even as she dryly commented, “Belsavis is such a welcoming place, isn’t it?”

“It’s the height of hospitality,” Jorgan deadpanned as he hauled her to her feet. He scowled at the ugly gash and amount of blood soaking through around it. “Come on, I need to patch that up before you bleed out.”

He wasn’t nearly as good as Dorne, of course; this wasn’t his forte, but he’d gotten plenty of practice with the basics since they left Ord Mantell. Rand followed as he tugged her toward one of the wide tree roots spread out nearby. She hissed with the pain of moving and his heart beat faster. Risk came with the job, but she’d almost gotten herself killed this time and for what?

He nudged her down. “Sit.”

“Thought-ah!-Thought I was the boss,” she joked, even as pain tightened her jaw and she sat to start unbuckling her armor.

“Only when you’re not bleeding to death,” Jorgan growled. “Now hold still.”

The gash ran from near her hip up halfway to her shoulder blade, putting it in a very awkward spot to reach. He glared at it as he helped her work off her armor and pull up her shirt. A handful of centimeters to the left...

“You’re lucky he didn’t catch your spine,” he said gruffly, giving up on finding a comfortable position and settling in behind her, legs spread so she was between them.

Rand snorted. “Yeah, feelin’ real lucky right now.” Despite her flippancy, there was a ragged edge to the words. It made something in his chest clench.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, her sharp flinch as his fingers brushed the edge of the wound putting extra fire in his voice.

“I was thinking I didn’t want my XO getting his damn skull caved in by a Gamorrean with anger issues!” she snapped back.

Jorgan bristled, had to take a breath to steady his hands before he pressed the kolto injector to her shoulder. “Oh, better he cut you in half?”

“Better he does neither,” she said heatedly, hands curling into fists. Whether to outlast the pain or because she wanted to slug him, Jorgan wasn’t sure. He should be thanking her for saving his damn life, not chewing her--his commanding officer--out for almost getting killed.

But it was like he couldn’t stop himself. “There are better ways to achieve that than flinging yourself--”

“Flinging myself into danger is what I do,” Rand cut him off, hissing at the momentary sting of shifting wrong. “Always has been, not sure why you’d think I’m gonna stop.”

Jorgan dug for the field cauterizer, watched some of the tenseness drain from her as the kolto kicked in, and swabbed away blood with one of the sterile pads. “I’m not saying you should stop,” he snapped, flicking on the cauterizer with an angry swipe of his thumb. “Just advising a little caution find its way into the process.”

“I can’t,” she said earnestly, leaning forward so he could better see what he was doing.

“Why not?” he shot back. He’d never figured her for one to get hooked on the rush of combat, but clearly-

She muttered something, and he paused just before the cauterizer met the wound.

“What?”

“I just got you back,” she repeated, louder but not angry. Firm. Her head tilted to the side, gaze and hand drifting toward the still-shiny metal of the cybernetics that had replaced his lower left leg after the Gauntlet mission. She curled her fingers back before making contact, however, gaze shifting to fix on something in the distance. “I won’t lose you again.”

He was, for once in his life, tongue-tied. “Major-”

“I won’t,” she repeated. The words were sheathed in durasteel and brooked no argument.

Not that Jorgan was intending to argue; he didn’t plan on going anywhere, and was far happier with the Havoc assignment--with her--than he’d ever thought possible. But he couldn’t think of any reply, and so silence fell over them as he set to work closing up the wound. Rand was, as always, a model patient; holding perfectly still in her hunched forward position while he worked. She flinched a little once or twice, and he paused until she relaxed each time.

“You know,” he began as the last of the wound sealed up and he set aside the cauterizer to reach for bacta patches, “this is not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to do more than peek.”

Rand’s shoulders shook with her quiet laugh. “That’s a relief. Always good to know your second in command’s not wishing harm on you.”

Jorgan snorted a half laugh of his own, smoothing the patches against her back. It took three to cover the length of the gash and he frowned as he ran his thumb around the edges of the last one. “Exactly the opposite, actually. I’m thinking you should probably spend an hour or two in a kolto tank next time you get a chance.” He let his hand linger once the patch was secure. “I don’t want to lose you, either.”

She pulled in a breath that shook but made no reply. In the heavily expectant silence that followed, he let his gaze drift off the wound he’d been dressing and on to the other scars that marked her back. Too precise to be anything but intentional, too numerous to be medical, they intermingled with the striped pattern of her fur as if to complete or mock it. He wondered if they were from the same source as the ones that hooked back from the corners of her mouth. But she didn’t like to talk about those, so he didn’t ask. His thumb ran along the edge of the bacta patches--to make sure they were secure, obviously--and just brushed the trailing end to one of those older scars.

Rand flinched at the touch and the moment broke.

“You’re, uh.” Jorgan cleared his throat and turned his focus to repacking the medkit. “That’s deep enough it’ll probably scar no matter what, but kolto would make it less severe.”

“Right. Thanks.” She pulled down her shirt and turned to face him. “Jorgan? I’m glad I’ve got you watchin’ my back.” A smirk curled her lips, but there was a lingering seriousness to it. “Literally, sometimes.”

“And I’m glad I’ve got you watching mine, boss,” he replied, looking up from the medkit to catch her staring at him, sincerity in her eyes. He met her gaze, let the moment draw out, then added, “Good COs are hard to find.”

Rand snorted and looked away to pull her armor back on. “Try finding a good XO sometime.” A sly grin in his direction. “I really lucked out.”

His heart skipped a beat, then pounded through five to make up for it. Save it for the ship, Jorgan scolded himself. “Then that goes for both of us. Sir.”

She slid off the root and turned to offer him her hand, braced to help him stand as well. “Let’s hope that luck extends to finding Dagger Wing.”

He nodded, rubbed the back of his neck, and said the words he should’ve much earlier. “Major? Thanks for the save.”

Rand shrugged and winked at him. “I’ve got your back,” she said simply, and turned to head toward their next objective.

Jorgan let his gaze linger on the new hole in the back of her armor a moment before he fell in step behind her. And I’ve got yours, he promised silently. He didn’t need to say the words.

She knew.

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Man, I’d forgotten how fun Jorgan POV is to write. :D Love the grumpy cat space husband.

#queens fic #aric jorgan #kementari rand #f!trooper/jorgan #swtor #swtor fic #keme/jorgan #it's real fun to write two cathar having the 'you need to be more careful'/'but then you'll get hurt' argument #bc neither has a particularly long fuse and both are v passionate #so this is very much an EMOTIONAL discussion rather than a LOGICAL one #it's great :D

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