Mission: Denied (a.k.a. Fic-a-Thon'08!)
x-posted to my journal.
Title: Mission: Denied
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Wedge, Tycho, Corran, Han, Mirax, Winter, Leia, OFC
Prompts: kiss, undercover, misunderstanding
Word Count: 1,435
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Some missions are not meant to be flown solo. Others are a rite of passage. And sometimes, you need a woman to tell you which is which.
Author's Notes: Okay. Couple of things, in no particular order:
I apologize for the lateness and the poor grade of fiction. My personal Quality Control was on the fritz and needed diamond9697 to beta. I humbly thank you. It helped. Lots.
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"Where do you think you're going?" Leia asked, watching as Han pulled his jacket on.
"To pick up Tycho. We need to protect Wedge's interests," he replied, checking the charge on his blaster. Leia stared at her husband and only moved to stop him as he reached for the door panel.
"I'm going to ignore the part of me that wants to know what you mean by that," she said with a shake of her head. "And instead I'm going to order you to stay home. Wedge is a grown man and doesn't need any help." Leia missed Han's jaw drop as he turned to look at her. She was too busy pulling on her own boots and jacket. Leia looked up only after tucking a hold-out into one pocket. "What?" she asked.
"Where do you think you're going?" Han replied, throwing Leia's previous question back at her.
"With you, because I know how well you listen to my orders, and seeing as how I can't talk you out of this I'm just going to have to tag along instead." She could feel his eyes on the back of her head as she stepped around him, palmed the door open, and stepped out.
After a few seconds of gaping at her, Han followed, locking up behind them. This was so not going the way he had planned.
----
"What do you mean, you have to go out? I thought you and I were slated for a holo-vid and some snuggles?" Mirax's tone threatened to reach yelling as she watched Corran pull his boots on.
"I'm sorry, dear, but Tycho called me. He figures my latent Force talents can give him and General Solo an advantage of sorts on this mission," Corran replied, hiding a wince at his wife's brewing anger.
He certainly looked contrite enough, Mirax had to admit, and she knew he'd never balk on personal plans intentionally. Not without a damned good reason, at any rate, lest she eviscerate him for doing so. She opted for the disappointed arms-crossed-over-chest stance and stood over him. "And just what is this mission?"
"I have no idea." Corran stared up at Mirax, imploring her with his eyes to understand.
"Corran, if it's need to know, you can just say, ‘sweetie, it's need to know' and I'll be fine, honest." She tried to calm down a little. She knew Corran could be called away for any number of martial reasons and that she wouldn't be privy to the specifics, as much as she wanted to. Which is why she frowned as Corran shook his head and stood up, pushing his way around her.
"That's the thing, Mir. I really have no idea what this mission is. All Tycho would tell me was that it was important and could I head to his place to meet the General," Corran rambled as he gathered the rest of his things.
"...Right. I'm coming with you."
"I'm sorry Mir...er, what?" Corran stopped and followed Mirax into the bedroom.
"Well, if it's not need-to-know, and you were given no details outside of a ‘come hither', I'm making the assumption that this mission is fair game and that my presence won't be a hindrance," she explained as she moved about the room.
Corran watched as she changed in record time and strapped a blaster to her hip, then blinked as she grabbed the keys to the speeder and headed for the door.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and raised a brow. "Well? Are you coming, or what?"
Corran mentally shook himself and forced himself to nod, not trusting any words that might come out of his mouth. A few moments later, he headed out into the early evening, trailing on the heels of his very determined wife.
---
Mirax pounded on the door to Tycho and Winter's apartment until Winter finally answered. She smiled as the other woman greeted them and then yanked Corran into the room behind her. "'Evening, Winter. Sorry for the intrusion, but my husband had orders," she said, giving Winter an apologetic smile.
The elder woman grinned. "So I heard. "
They all turned as Tycho entered. He nodded to Corran. "Horn, thanks for being so prompt, though I suspect Mirax had a hand in that."
The young smuggler winked at the Rogue's CO. "I hope it's okay that I came? Corran couldn't give me a convincing enough argument to stay home."
"Hey, I didn't have a chance to give you a convincing enough argument to stay home," the semi-Jedi replied in mild protest as the four made themselves comfortable in the family room.
Tycho didn't bother trying to hide his grin. "Well, Han didn't give me much to go on, either. He just told me we had a mission of extreme importance to go on. It sounded very life-and-death-ish. "
Winter patted Tycho on the knee. "It usually is with him, dear," she said sweetly. "He probably has some old skeleton from his past to take care of."
Mirax wrinkled her nose. "Oh, we smugglers have plenty of those to go around, believe me."
---
They bantered for twenty minutes before the door-chime rang and Winter excused herself to answer it. Corran exchanged a look with Tycho as the General walked in behind Councillor Organa. He blinked as the Alderaanian Princess exchanged a hug with Winter, not really having believing the rumours of the similarities between their features regardless of how many times he heard the stories, until now.
The young pilot caught himself staring as Leia turned to greet the rest of them and he smiled before looking away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the General glaring at his wife and bouncing anxiously as he waited for the pleasantries to be seen to, when it was obvious he really wanted them to be discarded altogether.
"So, Han" Tycho said, breaking through the girl-chatter and putting the elder man out of his misery. "What's this all important mission you have for us?"
"Mission," Han asked, raising a brow. "What are you talking about?"
"Well," Tycho replied. "When you commed, you said you and I needed to head out for some undercover surveillance. I assumed you had a top-priority mission that-" he trailed off as Han waved off-handedly.
"Yeah. Top-priority, absolutely. Undercover surveillance, yes. Mission, not so much."
Corran looked between the two men, his mouth working. "Then, what...?" he asked.
"We need to protect Wedge's interests," Han replied with a curt nod. "He's out there somewhere without back up and as one of his friends, I can't stand by and let him do this alone."
Leia rolled her eyes. "What Han is trying to say is that he over-heard a conversation between Wedge and I earlier this afternoon and got it into his head that Wedge was in dire peril. I tried explaining to him that Wedge was all grown up now, and that he didn't need you boys to shadow his every movement, but he won't listen to me."
Mirax's eyes went wide as comprehension struck her and she started laughing, drawing all eyes to her. "Oh, stars. Th-That's why he called me to a-ask..hahahahahaha!" She doubled over, tears streaming down her face.
Leia smiled at the female-smuggler and nodded. "Yes."
Tycho pinched the bridge of his nose. "Would one of you care to explain what in the hell is going on, then? Please?"
Leia grinned and sat down. "Gladly. Here's the thing. A good friend of mine, Shandria Onasi..."
---
"Who're you looking for?" the petite brunette asked, glancing around to try and catch a glimpse.
Wedge smiled. "No one. It's just force of habit, I'm afraid. C'mon, the holo's going to start without us." His hand closed around hers and they walked towards the theatre. They navigated the crowds and Wedge paid for tickets and refreshments.
They found seats half-way to the top, just like Mirax had suggested. Not too private for a first date, and yet not too public, either. He did a minor double-take as he caught Shandria looked at him with a faint grin playing across her lips.
"What?" he asked, with a tiny chuckle, his lips curving to match her grin.
Shandria's grin widened and she leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Nothing," she replied, lingering close to his ear. "I was just thinking about how those old wanted-posters don't do you justice."
"Oh." Wedge could feel the flush on his cheeks. "Heh, yeah. Imp propaganda doesn't do anyone justice."
"You can say that again." She giggled, and then placed a finger to her lips as the lights dimmed. "Shh...the holo's starting."
Title: Mission: Denied
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Wedge, Tycho, Corran, Han, Mirax, Winter, Leia, OFC
Prompts: kiss, undercover, misunderstanding
Word Count: 1,435
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Some missions are not meant to be flown solo. Others are a rite of passage. And sometimes, you need a woman to tell you which is which.
Author's Notes: Okay. Couple of things, in no particular order:
- This goes out to lovesrogue36.
- We discarded the obvious choice in plot simply because the muses and I bickered so much about it that it was the only prudent course of action.
- We bickered more after that.
- More bickering.
- I have two incomplete fics out of plot-testing.
- Yet more bickering.
- This came to me at about 12:30am last night as I was trying to fall asleep.
I apologize for the lateness and the poor grade of fiction. My personal Quality Control was on the fritz and needed diamond9697 to beta. I humbly thank you. It helped. Lots.
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"Where do you think you're going?" Leia asked, watching as Han pulled his jacket on.
"To pick up Tycho. We need to protect Wedge's interests," he replied, checking the charge on his blaster. Leia stared at her husband and only moved to stop him as he reached for the door panel.
"I'm going to ignore the part of me that wants to know what you mean by that," she said with a shake of her head. "And instead I'm going to order you to stay home. Wedge is a grown man and doesn't need any help." Leia missed Han's jaw drop as he turned to look at her. She was too busy pulling on her own boots and jacket. Leia looked up only after tucking a hold-out into one pocket. "What?" she asked.
"Where do you think you're going?" Han replied, throwing Leia's previous question back at her.
"With you, because I know how well you listen to my orders, and seeing as how I can't talk you out of this I'm just going to have to tag along instead." She could feel his eyes on the back of her head as she stepped around him, palmed the door open, and stepped out.
After a few seconds of gaping at her, Han followed, locking up behind them. This was so not going the way he had planned.
----
"What do you mean, you have to go out? I thought you and I were slated for a holo-vid and some snuggles?" Mirax's tone threatened to reach yelling as she watched Corran pull his boots on.
"I'm sorry, dear, but Tycho called me. He figures my latent Force talents can give him and General Solo an advantage of sorts on this mission," Corran replied, hiding a wince at his wife's brewing anger.
He certainly looked contrite enough, Mirax had to admit, and she knew he'd never balk on personal plans intentionally. Not without a damned good reason, at any rate, lest she eviscerate him for doing so. She opted for the disappointed arms-crossed-over-chest stance and stood over him. "And just what is this mission?"
"I have no idea." Corran stared up at Mirax, imploring her with his eyes to understand.
"Corran, if it's need to know, you can just say, ‘sweetie, it's need to know' and I'll be fine, honest." She tried to calm down a little. She knew Corran could be called away for any number of martial reasons and that she wouldn't be privy to the specifics, as much as she wanted to. Which is why she frowned as Corran shook his head and stood up, pushing his way around her.
"That's the thing, Mir. I really have no idea what this mission is. All Tycho would tell me was that it was important and could I head to his place to meet the General," Corran rambled as he gathered the rest of his things.
"...Right. I'm coming with you."
"I'm sorry Mir...er, what?" Corran stopped and followed Mirax into the bedroom.
"Well, if it's not need-to-know, and you were given no details outside of a ‘come hither', I'm making the assumption that this mission is fair game and that my presence won't be a hindrance," she explained as she moved about the room.
Corran watched as she changed in record time and strapped a blaster to her hip, then blinked as she grabbed the keys to the speeder and headed for the door.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and raised a brow. "Well? Are you coming, or what?"
Corran mentally shook himself and forced himself to nod, not trusting any words that might come out of his mouth. A few moments later, he headed out into the early evening, trailing on the heels of his very determined wife.
---
Mirax pounded on the door to Tycho and Winter's apartment until Winter finally answered. She smiled as the other woman greeted them and then yanked Corran into the room behind her. "'Evening, Winter. Sorry for the intrusion, but my husband had orders," she said, giving Winter an apologetic smile.
The elder woman grinned. "So I heard. "
They all turned as Tycho entered. He nodded to Corran. "Horn, thanks for being so prompt, though I suspect Mirax had a hand in that."
The young smuggler winked at the Rogue's CO. "I hope it's okay that I came? Corran couldn't give me a convincing enough argument to stay home."
"Hey, I didn't have a chance to give you a convincing enough argument to stay home," the semi-Jedi replied in mild protest as the four made themselves comfortable in the family room.
Tycho didn't bother trying to hide his grin. "Well, Han didn't give me much to go on, either. He just told me we had a mission of extreme importance to go on. It sounded very life-and-death-ish. "
Winter patted Tycho on the knee. "It usually is with him, dear," she said sweetly. "He probably has some old skeleton from his past to take care of."
Mirax wrinkled her nose. "Oh, we smugglers have plenty of those to go around, believe me."
---
They bantered for twenty minutes before the door-chime rang and Winter excused herself to answer it. Corran exchanged a look with Tycho as the General walked in behind Councillor Organa. He blinked as the Alderaanian Princess exchanged a hug with Winter, not really having believing the rumours of the similarities between their features regardless of how many times he heard the stories, until now.
The young pilot caught himself staring as Leia turned to greet the rest of them and he smiled before looking away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the General glaring at his wife and bouncing anxiously as he waited for the pleasantries to be seen to, when it was obvious he really wanted them to be discarded altogether.
"So, Han" Tycho said, breaking through the girl-chatter and putting the elder man out of his misery. "What's this all important mission you have for us?"
"Mission," Han asked, raising a brow. "What are you talking about?"
"Well," Tycho replied. "When you commed, you said you and I needed to head out for some undercover surveillance. I assumed you had a top-priority mission that-" he trailed off as Han waved off-handedly.
"Yeah. Top-priority, absolutely. Undercover surveillance, yes. Mission, not so much."
Corran looked between the two men, his mouth working. "Then, what...?" he asked.
"We need to protect Wedge's interests," Han replied with a curt nod. "He's out there somewhere without back up and as one of his friends, I can't stand by and let him do this alone."
Leia rolled her eyes. "What Han is trying to say is that he over-heard a conversation between Wedge and I earlier this afternoon and got it into his head that Wedge was in dire peril. I tried explaining to him that Wedge was all grown up now, and that he didn't need you boys to shadow his every movement, but he won't listen to me."
Mirax's eyes went wide as comprehension struck her and she started laughing, drawing all eyes to her. "Oh, stars. Th-That's why he called me to a-ask..hahahahahaha!" She doubled over, tears streaming down her face.
Leia smiled at the female-smuggler and nodded. "Yes."
Tycho pinched the bridge of his nose. "Would one of you care to explain what in the hell is going on, then? Please?"
Leia grinned and sat down. "Gladly. Here's the thing. A good friend of mine, Shandria Onasi..."
---
"Who're you looking for?" the petite brunette asked, glancing around to try and catch a glimpse.
Wedge smiled. "No one. It's just force of habit, I'm afraid. C'mon, the holo's going to start without us." His hand closed around hers and they walked towards the theatre. They navigated the crowds and Wedge paid for tickets and refreshments.
They found seats half-way to the top, just like Mirax had suggested. Not too private for a first date, and yet not too public, either. He did a minor double-take as he caught Shandria looked at him with a faint grin playing across her lips.
"What?" he asked, with a tiny chuckle, his lips curving to match her grin.
Shandria's grin widened and she leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Nothing," she replied, lingering close to his ear. "I was just thinking about how those old wanted-posters don't do you justice."
"Oh." Wedge could feel the flush on his cheeks. "Heh, yeah. Imp propaganda doesn't do anyone justice."
"You can say that again." She giggled, and then placed a finger to her lips as the lights dimmed. "Shh...the holo's starting."