This was the very first Wes fanfic I wrote (way back in the 90s.) I know it's...well, sophomoric. However, I want to have all of them up here. Thus, I have not gone back and re-written, tweaked, etc. The usual disclaimers apply.
My name is…
My name is…
My name is Wes Janson.
I think.
No, yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s Wes Janson.
That’s what the name tag on this garish orange jumper says.
So it’s true right?
But what if someone put me in this, just to confuse me? After wiping my mind completely and leaving me on the street and now they’re watching from somewhere laughing and, and, well whatever else.
Maybe I know something important and they’re trying to get rid of me like in that holodrama.
Maybe…
'Wes!'
Hah! So they got all these other people in on it too…wait, who are these people?
'Wes, would you stop daydreaming and pay attention! Wedge just walked in.' Same person again.
'Helped close the bar again last night, huh Wes?' Someone new this time. Smile and nod, smile and nod, it’s all I can do.
. . .
Oh gods, please don’t let Wedge make me pull patrol today.