Twenty years after the fall of Aria Prime’s royal family, rumors of princess Ginevra being alive start circulating the streets.
Drawn by the dowager queen’s generous reward for the safe return of her daughter, Cassian and Kay see this as the perfect opportunity to get out of the country and turn their lives for the better. When they stumble upon Jyn, a twenty-eight-year-old orphan who has no recollection of her past but who bears a striking resemblance to the long-lost princess, it seems as if their plan will succeed.
Reluctantly, Jyn agrees to join them, hoping the journey will help her uncover the truth about her past and lead her to the family she’s been searching for. But as they make their way to Jedha, an evil force lurks in the shadows and won’t stop at nothing to ensure the princess remains only a memory.
Amidst the danger, Jyn’s memories begin to resurface, and her reluctant partnership with Cassian begins to change as trust grows between them. Now, she will not only have to deal with the shadows of her past but also with what kind of future she envisions for herself.
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With back-to-back meetings and appointments leaving them booked and busy for the entire day, this one-hour stretch is the only time Jyn will see Cassian before they go to bed tonight. And, as practicality is in her nature, she takes advantage of everyone’s focus being elsewhere and says what’s been on her mind all morning.
“Your back’s hurting, isn’t it.”
It’s not a question. Jyn’s lips barely move when she speaks, voice quiet underneath the drone of Draven’s voice as he briefs the room, but she knows that Cassian’s heard her when he glances at her out of the corner of his gaze. With their position in the back of the room, up against the wall and half-cloaked in shadows, they’re barely noticeable; for the most part, everyone’s attention is on Draven as he goes through details of one of their upcoming missions.
What’s the point in shoving too many people in a too small room just to reiterate the same facts that they’d all read on the digital file anyway? It’s some sort of cosmic punishment, she decides sourly, having to stare at Draven’s face longer than what’s healthy. Her mind wanders to other topics easily, focusing on what’s been on the forefront of her brain the past few hours: Cassian’s health.
Even though it’s been a few years since Scarif, it’d left lasting marks on both of them.
When he doesn’t give her a better reaction – or anything at all, really, considering that his focus is already back on Draven – she sways slightly so her shoulder nudges against his upper arm, then says, “You’re leaning up against the wall.”
Where he’d normally be standing up straight, his posture is slouched ever so slightly to take some strain off of his spine. (She’s one to talk – the way she’s positioned with her arms crossed over her chest and shoulders hunched forward makes her look more like a question mark than a person.)
She almost feels bad for saying anything at all when he straightens his shoulders, until –
“The way you’re standing tells me your hip is sore.”
It comes out of nowhere, just as she’s trying to think of something else to say to distract him (and herself). She bites the inside of her cheek to try and school her reaction, but she still turns her head to glare at him. To make matters worse, he isn’t even looking at her. The perfect picture of discipline and obedience.
Fair play.
Because she had to dig in deeper, he doesn’t let her go with just a single comment. “All your weight’s balanced on one leg.”
And it’s even worse when he’s right. Scowling, she subtly shifts her posture so it’s more evenly dispersed, just out of spite. The pain in her hip flares as she does so, and she clenches her jaw as she pushes through it.
Cassian’s arm brushes against hers as he says softly, “Don’t bother. No one’s paying any attention.”
Though she considers not moving just to make a point, she moves back to the loose, slouchy way she’d been standing earlier. Yet she lingers closer to Cassian, eliminating the space between them: arm against arm, leg against leg.
“That applies to you, too, Major.”
Jyn feels his exhale rather than hears it, a look of consternation passing over her face when he doesn’t relax like she had. “Cassian. . .”
“I know, I know,” he mutters – yet does nothing. If anything, his posture gets even more rigid.
Stubborn bastard. Good thing she is, too. With a roll of her eyes, she immediately locks up her joints, full weight on her bad leg and standing so ramrod straight it’s like someone shocked her with a stun prod.
Cassian inhales sharply like someone has shocked him with a stun prod. She takes a good amount of satisfaction from that, fully intending to play this silly little waiting game until he finally fucking gives in and relaxes.
“Jyn,” he hisses under his breath.
“Cassian,” she hisses right back, moving in to nudge him gently with her shoulder in an attempt to shake him off his balance and–
“ – and Captain Erso will be leading the second strike team.”
At the sound of her name, Jyn’s head snaps up; Draven’s looking right at her as he says it, like a school teacher chastising a misbehaving student. She waits, wondering if he’ll call her out on it – she wouldn’t put it past him –
After a pause, he continues on without interruption; huffing out a breath, she tucks her chin into her chest and glares, feeling not unlike a chastened schoolchild.
At her side, Cassian snickers quietly. “Seems like Captain Erso needs to be paying more attention.”
She pinches his ribs in retaliation. “So that’s what gets your rocks off,” she hisses. “Me getting in trouble.”
He doesn’t deny it, so she tacks on, “Sadist.”
“Funny,” he says on an exhale, amused. “You said something similar last night.”
Memories of the previous night come rushing back at his comment – how he’d kept her teetering on the edge for what felt like hours, leaving her cursing in every language she could think of while he’d smiled into her thigh and told her that patience was a virtue.
The way her ears redden at the recollection must be visible even in the dim lighting of the briefing room by the way Cassian’s grin tugs even further upward, so she pinches him again, right in the same spot.
But now that he’s got her mind on it – and pushing back the ever-growing urge to jump his bones here and now, briefing be damned – last night’s activities are probably the reason both of them are sore today. They’re not as young (and uninjured) a few years ago, and especially not like they had been before Scarif. It likely hadn’t been a good idea to wrangle her leg up over his shoulders as he’d nearly bent her in half, but – well. In the moment, it’d been worth it.
For the remainder of the briefing, she does her best to remain focused, but it’s a futile battle. Though it’s not like she pays much attention to these sorts of things anyway, Cassian’s thoroughly distracted her enough that there’s no chance in hell she’ll retain anything useful. After a painfully long time spent fidgeting and sighing – much to her partner’s stoic amusement – Draven finally finished his tirade.
Had this not been the only time she’d see Cassian all day, she would have bolted out of there.
As everyone begins to filter out of the room, they linger. Not too long to be suspicious, but she busies herself with her data pad as if there’s something relevant on it, if only to spend a few more seconds at his side.
Cassian seems to feel the same, a scrap of flimsi in his hand, even if all of his attention is on her. “See you later?”
Jyn snorts good-naturedly. “You’re that desperate for me, huh.”
His mouth twitches upward.
“Fine,” she drags the word out, as if they don’t sleep in the same bed every night. As much as she tries to keep her expression neutral, she can’t quite manage it. “I’ll swing by the mess on my way over. We can have a picnic.”
As they part, their hands brush, pinkies curling around each other for an extra second as they leave the room together. A fleeting moment of warmth that cuts through the chilling cold of Hoth.
