minimalism!

“I don’t know what terrible things you’ve done in your life up to this point, but clearly your karma’s out of balance to get assigned to my class.”

Remnants

Someone asked for a rebelcaptain fic with the original trio. I decided to create a series where we see each of them show up, sometimes separately and sometimes together. So here we go.


Eleven days. Eleven days since Jyn had seen Cassian’s eyes. Eleven days since she held him close to her and he whispered her name as they flew away from Scarif. Eleven days since a healer told her that he’d slipped into a comatose state and they had no idea when he would wake up, if he would wake up. Adrenaline helped him climb that tower to help her see the mission through but the damage was already done.

They got the brain swelling down with oxygen therapy and medication but there was no telling what damage was done. They would just have to wait and Jyn had never been good at that. The day after they returned from Scarif, she was released from the infirmary and found herself in Cassian’s room staring at his pale face. The sight of his unmoving form struck something deep in her chest that nearly sent her to her knees.

Jyn didn’t even know when Chirrut entered the room, only that he’d been sitting with a concussed Baze when she passed them earlier. When he moved to stand beside her, she didn’t react when he took her hand. They stood in silence for a long time, watching the gentle rise and fall of Cassian’s chest until she finally spoke.

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