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The droid looked down at her. “Jyn,” he said. “I’ll be there for you. Cassian said I had to.”

She held back a laugh and looked to Cassian. And she remembered that while Cassian—and Bodhi and the Guardians—had seen her at her worst, she had seen them broken, too. Bodhi, who had been tortured; the Guardians, who had lost their home; and Cassian, who had betrayed himself as easily as he had Jyn. They all had their shame.

With one another, at least, they had no vulnerabilities left.

I’m sorry, but I need to practice writing Anakin, for reasons, so have this.



“Ow,” Anakin muttered softly.

“Are you alright, sir?”

Anakin glanced up to find Rex sitting up and staring at him.

“I’m fine,” Anakin said. He pushed himself to his feet and looked around, “What happened?”

“I’m not sure,” Rex said, also standing up.  “We were walking through camp, and then we fell here.”

“Right,” Anakin said, he remembered.  They were discussing the day’s action while heading to the mess for food.  There had been a faint sense of alarm from Ahsoka, and then the Force had twisted into a knot and jerked.  He looked around, this place was oddly familiar.  The buildings were grey and uniform, but there was something about the city, it’s atmosphere, that told him he’d been there before.  It was dark, and there was a sense that it was closer to dawn than evening, and Anakin hoped that meant they’d pass unremarked until they figured out what was happening.

“Sir?”  Rex said.

Anakin glanced at his Captain, “We need to find out where we are.  This is definitely not where we started.”

“Clearly not,” Rex agreed.

Anakin slid off his robe and held it out to Rex, “Put that on, people will notice your face, but with the armor covered, they…”

“Might not realize what I am,” Rex said.

Anakin left him to the task, moving down the alley to where he could see the main street.  It was mostly deserted, so Anakin stepped out casually, hand palming his lightsaber to keep the metal from reflecting light and drawing attention.  They were at Treasure Ship Row in Corellia.

“I know where we are,” Anakin said, remembering a mission or two with Obi-Wan before the war, “this is Corellia.”  He glanced around at Rex, “But something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” Rex asked.

Anakin glanced out, then lashed out, hauling Rex backward, “Get back and quiet,” he breathed.

Rex followed, making sure the robe he wore was covering all the white on his armor.

Two hooded figures walked past, stopping almost directly in front of them as Anakin eased behind a trash compactor, Rex a warm figure at his back.

“Master, are you sure this is where he said to meet him?”

The shorter of the pair pushed his hood back, revealing light hair that shown green and blue from the signs of the two buildings.  

“I’m quite sure, Anakin. Might I remind you that you promised not to complain about how early it was?”

“I’m deeply sorry, Master,” the taller figure said, also pushing his hood down.

Anakin felt Rex’s breath catch at the younger looking Anakin Skywalker, and reached back to tangle his hand on Rex’s hand to reassure him.

“Now,” Obi-Wan said, “there is the Dancing Twi’lek, which is where our contact works.  Mind your manners, Anakin, or we won’t learn what we need to know.”

“Yes Master,” Anakin said.

The pair raised their hoods and moved on.

Anakin hesitated a moment, he remembered this mission, and he knew why this alley was familiar.  “We need to move,” he told Rex, “now.  Freak out later.”

“Right,” Rex said softly.

They moved further into the alley to where it reached a smaller backroad.  Anakin considered it for a moment, then led Rex to the left, aiming for the space port.

“Sir, that was you,” Rex said after they’d gone about three blocks.

“Yes,” Anakin said.  “I was seventeen, and I’m about to shot for the first time in my life.”

“Shot?”  Rex said.  “Shouldn’t we do something?”

“I don’t think so,” Anakin said, “I think we’re better off getting out of Corellian space.”

“Why is that, sir?” Rex asked.

“Because I know who shot me,” Anakin said.  “And I think we’re best getting as far from those two as possible.”

“If you say so sir,” Rex said.  “Where will we go?”

“At the moment, all I can think is Coruscant,” Anakin replied after a moment, “if we’ve truly time traveled, surely there must be something the Council will know.”

“As you say,” Rex said after a moment.

They moved to the space port and Anakin found them a place where they could see the different ships available to them.  After a long moment, Rex whistled and pointed.

Anakin looked in the birth Rex indicated, “I do not believe it.”

“That’s,” Rex said.

“It sure is,” Anakin said. “Let’s get closer, I want to make sure.”

They slipped across the roof of the space port, carefully keeping their movements subtle until they were standing over their chosen ship.

“So,” Rex said.

“Should we?”  Anakin asked.

“We should,” Rex said.

Anakin reached out, but could find no observers before they slipped down and approached the ship. Rex went up the ramp first, with Anakin a cautious shadow.  It was surprisingly easy to hack the ship, Rex sliding fingers over the controls to bring up the engines before handing control over to Anakin while he had a chat with the Corellian Space Control.

They were off planet within an hour of their arrival, and heading for hyperspace when the comm chimed.

“Shit,” Anakin muttered.

“May I?”  Rex asked softly.

“Go ahead,” Anakin said.

The hologram that appeared over the comm unit was none other than Jango Fett.

“I’m not sure who you think you are,” Fett began.

Rex shifted so that his face was clear, “I’m sorry, Fett.  My Jetii and I are having a temporal emergency.  We have to get to Coruscant as soon as possible.”

“YOU,” Fett said.

“One of millions,” Rex agreed.

“What’s your designation?” Fett demanded.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,” Rex said.

“Why is that?”  Fett asked.

The comm cut off as Anakin shot them into hyperspace.  He started laughing as soon as the computer confirmed they were away.

8

MAKE ME CHOOSE | asked by anonymous

regina’s relationship with emma or regina’s relationship with emma’s car?

the actual track list for HS1

1) hi, I’m bad at communicating my feelings

2) gotta blast

3) town. TOWN.

4) I love my husband

5) I love my husband (continued)

6) this isn’t a slow song and I’m gonna scream in your ear to make my point

7) ITS NOT REAL! *throws baby doll*

8) same old sh- but a different day

9) girlfriend by avril lavigne
(alt. title - hands off my man)

10) angst fic

you sink your teeth into
the flesh of the day like
persephone, biting into
bursting red. you roll
the seeds of sunlight
over your tongue, plump
with promises, touch
the sky with your mouth.

persephone smiles, brings
crimson-stained fingers
to your cheek. kisses you
with pomegranate lips,

gives you eternity
in a handful of seeds.
—  bloodied lips, sweet fingers // a.s.w.