A little teaser for you...
New chapters ready for their holiday debut! Get those stockings out. :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10079054/chapters/22462544
An excerpt from the next chapter:
Bernie stood in the doorway of the small, private room where the medical team had placed Dom to recover. Dom and Mo had been pulled from the bacta tanks that morning. Warm lights and soft, white linens were a stark change from the glowing abstractions of the healing suspension. Bernie glanced over her shoulder into the identical room across the hall through the small, circular window in the metal door. Mo was groggy, but sitting upright in her bed, legs draped over one side, medical gown hanging off her shoulders as Serena did a preliminary assessment.
According to the nurses, Dom had not yet woken. Even the miracles of bacta had their limitations, and extended sleep was often critical after rapid healing. Bernie walked to the side of Dom's bed, placing a hand on his arm over the covers. The door hissed as it slid shut behind her. Soft beeps tracking Dom's pulse marked time with slow, regulated breaths, each exhale creating warm fog within the oxygen mask he still wore. Bernie hummed softly bits of songs her grandmother sang to thank the gods when family returned after a long absence.
Bernie leaned forward to speak softly, "You got everyone home safely, Dom." She could sense his breath shift. Pulling his pontite crystal out of a pouch at her hip, she placed it on the small table beside him.
"We're here whenever you're ready to wake up," Bernie paused to avoid stating the rest of it out loud.
Here to understand just how in the galaxy you came across a Sith tracking crystal.
She turned her head to acknowledge the sound of the door sliding open, sensing Serena's absence more than her presence. Serena joined Bernie at Dom's bedside, instinctively placing a hand on Bernie's shoulder.
"How's our favorite padawan?"
Serena let her hand drop quickly and picked up the electronic chart from the bedside table, noting the crystal that had appeared. Bernie dropped into a side chair as Serena scrolled through the data.
"All signs indicate that he should be awake soon, but the timing is never exact," Serena said, her clinical tone emerging as she delved into Dom's bioscans. "We won't know the extent of his recovery until he wakes."
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