for the 6 sentence prompt meme: jyn/cassian, "trying to pretend that I don't miss you." your writing is so lovely, by the way!!!
Four days after Jyn leaves the Rebellion, and she finds herself forgetting to look over her shoulder. It’s dangerous, and more than that, it’s irritating; she was only with the Rebellion for maybe a month, from the time they picked her off the prison transport to when she was healed enough to leave. Not enough time to get into habits. Not enough time to teach her that there’s someone to watch her back.
A week out, and she thinks she sees dark eyes under a furred hood in a crowd, and she spins to look–is he following her, she’d told him she’d done her part and honored her father and now she had to be herself, and it was too soon for him to be out of the medbay–but the man is clean-shaven and he doesn’t move right. She shakes her head, and keep going.
Two weeks out, and she wakes panting from a nightmare–he’s falling and falling and falling and she knows that this time he won’t come back.
A month out–as long as she’d been in the rebellion–and she sees news of a battle between the Rebellion and the Empire. He’d be healed he could have been there, but Jyn finds herself thanking the Force that he’s not that kind of soldier; he’s probably far from there. And she should just be glad she’s far from there too, safe and living her own life.
Six weeks out, and Jyn’s business partner has just betrayed her for an extra credit or so. “Doesn’t loyalty mean anything?” she snaps, unsurprised, as she blasts her way out of the melee. The partner laughs. Jyn thinks of passion and principle and what it was like to trust your partner.
Eight weeks out, and Jyn’s called in all the favors she had under all the names she had. She waits until the bot has left the Corsucant cafe’s table after taking the order, then strides over, sits down in the empty seat, and glares at the man across from her to dare him to say anything.
Cassian’s lips twitch, but he nods. He looks whole, so unlike when she left; he looks settled and sure and too knowing and true and all the things she’d left behind. “I’m glad you changed your mind,” he says without surprise.
“Be quiet,” Jyn retorts, though she supposes he’s due a few comments. It’s been two months.
But Cassian just puts his hand on hers. His palm is warm, his fingers calloused, and Jyn can feel the touch in her bones. “I missed you, Jyn Erso.”
Jyn can’t look away, from those dark eyes and the way he looks at her, like he understands.
She flips her hand so their fingers can intertwine, and smiles back.