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ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE
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FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 4/?
(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 02:33 am (UTC)(link)She turns the bundle over in her hands. The stitching on one of the frogs on her shirt has torn nearly off the garment, like someone was yanking on it with all their strength. It wasn’t Cassian. He was as careful and methodical about undressing her as he is with everything else. It must have been before that, when they were first snatched out of the cantina. Or later, when she was fumbling to dress herself again in the dark…
It doesn’t matter. It’s just a shirt. All it means is that she won’t have to wander around the base in infirmary scrubs until someone decides what to do with her.
She strips efficiently, skin prickling in a way that’s only partly from the cool air, and begins pulling her own clothes back on. She’s almost done fastening up her shirt when the screen is yanked aside unceremoniously and she flinches hard. With a tearing noise, the much-abused frog comes loose in her hand.
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” K2 says, setting the screen down and stepping forward into the tiny alcove. “Finally. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Jyn snaps, shoving the damaged fastener into her pocket and leaning down to tug her boots on, determinedly ignoring the way her heart is pounding. This is a Rebellion base. She’s as safe here as she ever is— safer than she’s been for most of her adult life. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”
“They’re looking for you,” K2 says cryptically, instead of replying. “Come with me.”
It stalks away. Jyn swears under her breath, heaves herself off of her cot, and follows.
“Who’s looking for me?” she asks, only slightly out of breath, when she finally catches up.
The droid peers down at her. “Your pilot.”
“Who?” The dark-haired woman who flew them out, of course, but try as she might she can’t call the woman’s name to mind. “The lieutenant? Why?”
“No.” K2 makes a fairly accurate mechanical interpretation of an exasperated sigh. “Your pilot.”
Jyn blinks at it for a long moment before the coin drops. “Bodhi? He’s here?”
“Well, he was half an hour ago,” K2 says, waspishly, and keeps walking. “I don’t imagine they’ve spaced him since then, although really, who knows? I certainly don’t pretend to understand how organics think.”
It does better at that than Jyn does, most days; she’s seen it work with Cassian like they’re two beings that share the same mind, but she doesn’t want to think about Cassian right now. She hasn’t seen him in any of the few occupied bunks they’ve passed, which isn’t surprising; even in the depths of space, he’s up with the dawn most days. Under normal circumstances, he’d never have let her sleep in like this. Under normal circumstances, he’d have been at her bunk an hour ago with a mug of caf to drag her off to some early-morning debriefing or sparring session, and then she could have grumbled and kicked at him and pretended to be angry.
He doesn’t want to see her. He’s barely been able to look at her, since. Which is fine. She doesn’t really want to see him either.
So it’s pretty kriffing perfect when she turns a corner and nearly walks face-first into him.
“Jyn,” he gasps, stumbling back a step, something wide-open and shocked in his face. For a moment— an absurd moment— Jyn almost wants to reach for him. To touch his shoulder, to draw him into a hug, even.
As if she’d be able to touch him now without feeling the ghost of his hands on her, the sour wet stink of that cell and the jeering slavers.
“What are you doing here?” she snaps instead, taking a step back, and his expression closes, goes cool.
“There’s a debriefing at 0900. We’re both expected to be there,” he says shortly. “Excuse me.”
He brushes past her and continues on down the hall. Jyn turns her head to watch his retreating back for a long moment, firmly squashing an absurd impulse to go after him.
When she looks back at K2, the droid is surveilling her calmly.
“What?” she asks sharply.
It cocks its head. “You organics make things very difficult for yourselves, if you want my opinion.”
“I don’t.”
Unoffended, it nods. “Very well. Your pilot is in the mess hall. He says he wants to see you. For some reason.”
And with that, it stalks away after Cassian.
***
Bodhi is alive, uninjured but for a fading bruise at his temple and two spectacular black eyes, and abjectly apologetic.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says the moment she drops into the seat opposite him, half-rising, reaching for her and then jerking his hand back like he thinks she might bite him. “I didn’t want to—”
“You did what Cassian ordered you to do,” Jyn interrupts, before he can wind himself up too badly. Any lingering resentment she might have been clinging to is softened by his battered condition and the anxious cast of his face. That, and the fact that it’s not like anything would be better if he was captured with them. “You got the intel out. Right?”
“Yes, yes of course.” He sinks back into his seat and then, almost as an afterthought, pushes the tray in front of him toward her. It’s piled with a frankly absurd amount of food. “Here, please, eat.”
“Your breakfast?” she asks, reluctantly amused. Not so reluctant to choose a golden pastry and bite into it; mostly cool, but still good.
He flaps a hand, dismissive. “I ate a while ago. I’ve been saving this for you. All the good stuff gets picked over early. Cassian was here hours ago; I thought you’d be with him. There’s a briefing at 0900.”
Jyn is suddenly very glad that her mouth is full of food. She chews carefully, swallows, and says, noncommittally, “I’ve heard. I must have missed him.”
“He’s going to be okay,” Bodhi adds hastily, apparently misinterpreting her expression. “He’s worried about you.”
“He said that?” Jyn asks, surprised.
“I interpreted,” Bodhi says, flapping a hand dismissively. “But you are okay, though, right? You and Cassian? They didn’t hurt you too badly?”
If Bodhi had grown up like she did— like Cassian did— he wouldn’t even need to ask a question like that. But he’s lived a fairly law-abiding life, for all the time he’s spent in the Rebellion; he’s not the sort of man who’s been in slaver dens, learning to smile in their faces instead of killing them on the spot. He’s still innocent in a way she can’t bring herself to shatter. “No,” Jyn says, forcing a smile. “They didn’t hurt us.”
Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 4/?
(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 05:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 4/?
(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)Something about Cassian being as "careful and methodical" as always when undressing Jyn hit me in the feels especially hard, and so did Bodhi's (relative) innocence.
Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 4/?
(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 10:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 4/?
(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)either way, that was the most emotional, amazingly heart-wrenching description of freshly laundered clothes I've ever read!