Ficathon Fic: "Good for Them"
Title: Good for Them
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,010
Prompt: ficathon piece for sithwitch13, who gave me a whole list of people to choose from, along with the words 'cantina', 'language' and 'rain'.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Myn Donos/Lara Notsi aka Kirney Slane (with epilogue-ish appearances by Wedge and Tycho)
Summary: Donos goes to Corellia to meet Kirney.
Note(s): sort of a tag to the X-Wing novels
Good for Them
Myn Donos was half an hour early arriving at the cantina.
Corellia hadn't changed at all since he'd left it all those years ago to join the Rebellion, but he hardly noticed. At the moment, despite being so early, he was... nervous.
Very nervous.
Was he crazy? Donos was starting to think he really was this time.
Because he couldn't bear the thought of never seeing her again.
Kirney Slane. Lara Notsil. Gara Petothel.
He'd wanted to kill her, once. He'd tried to kill her. He might even have succeeded if Face hadn't-
He was not going to think about that now.
Donos had thought about a lot of things since he'd decided to come to Corellia, then in the transport on the way here, on the walk to the cantina... and he still wasn't sure.
He should still hate her, right? She was the woman who had killed his squadron.
But she had also been the woman who had set him straight again.
Losing his squadron had sent Donos to a very bad place indeed. He'd been, well, crazy- he could admit it now. And it had been her- Lara- who had dragged him back into the land of the living.
In all honesty, Donos had no idea what he thought, what her felt, but he did know that he had to see her again.
The cantina door opened, letting in the sound of the rain along with a figure wrapped in a thick coat. She pulled off her hood, spilling long red hair over her shoulders, and Donos's heart skipped.
It was her.
She looked different even from the hologram she had sent him, but it was still her and her would have recognized her anywhere.
Lara- Gara- Kirney turned and spotted him, and like a scene from one of Face's holodramas, time seemed to stop around them. As he stood up, Donos couldn't hear the noise of the cantina, the music of the band, the howling of the wind. He could only hear the beat of his own heart, speeding up as she approached.
"Myn?" she breathed.
Up close, he could see her eyes, strangely bluer than he remembered, but still hers. Donos opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He seemed to have lost his ability to use the Basic language.
"Myn?" Kirney asked again.
There was worry in her eyes now. Nervousness, confusion, fear... She looked away.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft. "I... I must be mistaken. I'm sorry to have bothered you."
She turned, and Donos's brain finally caught up with what was happening.
"Don't go!" he said, reaching out to catch her wrist.
She turned back, cautious.
"Kirney," he said, unable to stop the catch in his voice. His thoughts were all in a jumble- he had no idea what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to explain to her what he needed her to understand. "I quit."
He felt her go tense. "What?"
"I resigned," he corrected quickly. "From Starfighter Command."
Kirney blinked at him. "Why?"
"Because..." Donos slid his hand down her wrist to interlace their fingers- she looked down at their fingers, then back up at him.
"Because," he began again. "Because I think I love more of you than I hate some of you."
She paused, puzzling out what he meant, then frowned. "Myn..."
"Kirney, we're both very messed up people. But maybe, together, we can have almost a normal life?"
She drew in a sharp breath- when she spoke, her words came out in a rush, "I never meant to hurt you, Myn, I need you to understand that. I- I was a different person when I was- when I did- and you were... you, and I wanted so badly to be her. But I ended up hurting you again, and-"
Kirney stopped speaking abruptly as he pulled her close and kissed her firmly. His arms were tight around her waist as she brought her own up around his neck, deepening the kiss. It felt so completely right to hold her that all of his earlier doubts evaporated.
"Kirney," said Donos, when they broke apart, soft enough that only she could hear. "Lara. Gara."
She shivered. "They're gone, Myn. Lara, Gara. They're dead, and no one misses them."
"And Kirney?" he asked, gently.
Finally, she smiled. "I think she'll make it."
Donos smiled back. "Good."
"Myn," said Kirney, the smile reaching her voice now. "You resigned?"
"Yep," he agreed. "I kind of have no place to go."
She took his hand, lacing their fingers their fingers together as he had done earlier and beginning to lead him toward the door.
"Well," she began slowly, "have you ever given any thought to becoming a partner in a passenger shuttle company...?"
*
Wedge sorted unenthusiastically through the piles of incoming transmissions that had backed up in his communications terminal.
This was the problem with command, he thought. You couldn't even take two days off without coming back to an almost-overwhelming backlog of paperwork.
Signing off on another requisition, Wedge tried to remember when his only concern had been fighting the Empire. Boy, those were the good old days.
"Hey, Wedge?"
Tycho leaned against the office doorway. "You got a minute?"
"Yes," said Wedge. "Unless what you want is paperwork, then 'no'."
His second-in-command smiled. "Nope. I got an interesting transmission today, and I thought you should see it?"
"Why?" Wedge asked, as Tycho started fiddling with his desktop holo-display.
"Well," the other man said, "it looks like an ad for a transportation company, but it was routed through six different communication channels to get here, and sent to my personal comlink frequency."
That got Wedge's attention. "Why?" he asked again.
Tycho shrugged and activated the hologram.
"When you need to get somewhere, trust DonosSlane Excursions," Wedge read the advertisement's large headline. "DonosSlane? As in Donos and Slane?"
"Apparently," Tycho agreed.
"As in Myn Donos and Kirney Slane?"
"Yep."
Wedge leaned back in his chair. "Good for them."
Tycho grinned. "Yeah, good for them."
THE END
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,010
Prompt: ficathon piece for sithwitch13, who gave me a whole list of people to choose from, along with the words 'cantina', 'language' and 'rain'.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Myn Donos/Lara Notsi aka Kirney Slane (with epilogue-ish appearances by Wedge and Tycho)
Summary: Donos goes to Corellia to meet Kirney.
Note(s): sort of a tag to the X-Wing novels
Good for Them
Myn Donos was half an hour early arriving at the cantina.
Corellia hadn't changed at all since he'd left it all those years ago to join the Rebellion, but he hardly noticed. At the moment, despite being so early, he was... nervous.
Very nervous.
Was he crazy? Donos was starting to think he really was this time.
Because he couldn't bear the thought of never seeing her again.
Kirney Slane. Lara Notsil. Gara Petothel.
He'd wanted to kill her, once. He'd tried to kill her. He might even have succeeded if Face hadn't-
He was not going to think about that now.
Donos had thought about a lot of things since he'd decided to come to Corellia, then in the transport on the way here, on the walk to the cantina... and he still wasn't sure.
He should still hate her, right? She was the woman who had killed his squadron.
But she had also been the woman who had set him straight again.
Losing his squadron had sent Donos to a very bad place indeed. He'd been, well, crazy- he could admit it now. And it had been her- Lara- who had dragged him back into the land of the living.
In all honesty, Donos had no idea what he thought, what her felt, but he did know that he had to see her again.
The cantina door opened, letting in the sound of the rain along with a figure wrapped in a thick coat. She pulled off her hood, spilling long red hair over her shoulders, and Donos's heart skipped.
It was her.
She looked different even from the hologram she had sent him, but it was still her and her would have recognized her anywhere.
Lara- Gara- Kirney turned and spotted him, and like a scene from one of Face's holodramas, time seemed to stop around them. As he stood up, Donos couldn't hear the noise of the cantina, the music of the band, the howling of the wind. He could only hear the beat of his own heart, speeding up as she approached.
"Myn?" she breathed.
Up close, he could see her eyes, strangely bluer than he remembered, but still hers. Donos opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He seemed to have lost his ability to use the Basic language.
"Myn?" Kirney asked again.
There was worry in her eyes now. Nervousness, confusion, fear... She looked away.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft. "I... I must be mistaken. I'm sorry to have bothered you."
She turned, and Donos's brain finally caught up with what was happening.
"Don't go!" he said, reaching out to catch her wrist.
She turned back, cautious.
"Kirney," he said, unable to stop the catch in his voice. His thoughts were all in a jumble- he had no idea what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to explain to her what he needed her to understand. "I quit."
He felt her go tense. "What?"
"I resigned," he corrected quickly. "From Starfighter Command."
Kirney blinked at him. "Why?"
"Because..." Donos slid his hand down her wrist to interlace their fingers- she looked down at their fingers, then back up at him.
"Because," he began again. "Because I think I love more of you than I hate some of you."
She paused, puzzling out what he meant, then frowned. "Myn..."
"Kirney, we're both very messed up people. But maybe, together, we can have almost a normal life?"
She drew in a sharp breath- when she spoke, her words came out in a rush, "I never meant to hurt you, Myn, I need you to understand that. I- I was a different person when I was- when I did- and you were... you, and I wanted so badly to be her. But I ended up hurting you again, and-"
Kirney stopped speaking abruptly as he pulled her close and kissed her firmly. His arms were tight around her waist as she brought her own up around his neck, deepening the kiss. It felt so completely right to hold her that all of his earlier doubts evaporated.
"Kirney," said Donos, when they broke apart, soft enough that only she could hear. "Lara. Gara."
She shivered. "They're gone, Myn. Lara, Gara. They're dead, and no one misses them."
"And Kirney?" he asked, gently.
Finally, she smiled. "I think she'll make it."
Donos smiled back. "Good."
"Myn," said Kirney, the smile reaching her voice now. "You resigned?"
"Yep," he agreed. "I kind of have no place to go."
She took his hand, lacing their fingers their fingers together as he had done earlier and beginning to lead him toward the door.
"Well," she began slowly, "have you ever given any thought to becoming a partner in a passenger shuttle company...?"
*
Wedge sorted unenthusiastically through the piles of incoming transmissions that had backed up in his communications terminal.
This was the problem with command, he thought. You couldn't even take two days off without coming back to an almost-overwhelming backlog of paperwork.
Signing off on another requisition, Wedge tried to remember when his only concern had been fighting the Empire. Boy, those were the good old days.
"Hey, Wedge?"
Tycho leaned against the office doorway. "You got a minute?"
"Yes," said Wedge. "Unless what you want is paperwork, then 'no'."
His second-in-command smiled. "Nope. I got an interesting transmission today, and I thought you should see it?"
"Why?" Wedge asked, as Tycho started fiddling with his desktop holo-display.
"Well," the other man said, "it looks like an ad for a transportation company, but it was routed through six different communication channels to get here, and sent to my personal comlink frequency."
That got Wedge's attention. "Why?" he asked again.
Tycho shrugged and activated the hologram.
"When you need to get somewhere, trust DonosSlane Excursions," Wedge read the advertisement's large headline. "DonosSlane? As in Donos and Slane?"
"Apparently," Tycho agreed.
"As in Myn Donos and Kirney Slane?"
"Yep."
Wedge leaned back in his chair. "Good for them."
Tycho grinned. "Yeah, good for them."
THE END