Felt Like Hope
working title of space!felicity and space!diego bang in between that big fight about her dad and the council meeting where Jyn quoted Cassian in an epic speech like goddddd how extra can the two of them be???
here on ao3
special shoutout to Rachel and Rebecca
Jyn leaned against the wall. There was a perfectly good bunk, she was sitting on it. It was much nicer than anything she’d had in awhile, but lying down on it didn’t seem like a good idea. For starters, it wasn’t hers.
The minute Bodhi had put down the Imperial cargo shuttle, Jyn was running to find General Draven or Mon Mothma, desperate to get someone to listen to her.
She’d been brushed off and told to wait for the Council to convene. Irritated and brimming with energy, she had paced the halls of the facility until she started checking open doors and slipped into this room. Someone’s living quarters, but who, it didn’t matter. Jyn only wanted to sit instead of pace.
Closing her eyes wasn’t going to happen. Every time she did that, she saw her father’s body, wet, crumpled, but losing warmth and he looked exactly the same. She’d become a soldier and he was the same. She got him back just in time to lose him again.
The slide of the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Yes?” she asked, looking up to see Cassian, exactly who she didn’t want to speak to.
Cassian stood there in the doorway and hesitated a second, he looked down at her and then over his shoulder. There might have been someone with him but she didn’t see, didn’t care enough to check. He came in, just far enough that the door shut, and stood with his arms folded.
“I thought you’d gone.” HIs voice was gruff, she guessed he wanted to start another fight or maybe just pick at her.