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07.31.2012 , 11:07 AM |
This is my first time posting something I've written here. (Can't post most of my stories because they are *cough* naughty.)
Chapter Three spoiler (AKA the Quinn Thing).
Characters: Quinn and LS!Jaesa
He placed the barrel of the blaster in his mouth, his finger resting on the trigger. So close. So close to release. So close to sweet, sweet silence. No more dreams, no more panic attacks, no more living in fear of those around him. That was how Jaesa found him: hunched over on the floor, blaster in his mouth, finger at the ready, tears slowly moving down his face. The once stoic and calm man was completely undone.
“Captain?” Jaesa asked gently.
He started. He turned his head to her, letting the blaster fall to his side.
“You shouldn’t be here, you’re supposed to be out on a mission,” he said dully.
“You were going to kill yourself,” she said harshly.
“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly.
He considered her for a brief moment before turning his attentions to the far wall. He was a coward. He betrayed someone close to him for “the good of the Empire”, but, really, he was saving his own skin. He knew Baras would make his death as painful as possible and still send another to kill his Lord in his place. The blaster dangled tauntingly in his limp hand. Time to end it.
Jaesa could sense his resolve through the Force. He moved the blaster under his chin and fired, but she was faster with her Force push. The bolt missed, skimming past his ear instead, temporarily deafening that ear. His blaster bounced against an empty crate with a thunk and clattered to the floor. He laughed hollowly. Still a failure. He would always be a failure.
Jaesa slowly walked to his side. Here he was, sitting calmly after nearly blasting his own brains out laughing strangely. His pain echoed and called to her. He was broken much like her old master, Nomen Karr. She knelt next to him and placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. He cracked. In a rush, he started crying and sniffling pathetically. She pulled him to her chest. He was in so much pain. Physically he was fine, but mentally he was unhinged. She knew she hadn’t helped much, instead siding with the crew in ignoring the Captain as he retook his post. It had been hard on her to be so mean to someone who had once been so nice to her, but solidarity was important to her.
He grasped the back of her robes as if his life depended on it and on some level it did. She was an island in the middle of an ocean of hatred he himself had been lost in. He put himself there, he knew as much. It still hurt. It still kept him up at night as he avoided the nightmares. It drove him to this dark place. It drove him to the cargo bay. It slowly drove him to try anything to make the hurt stop. He felt empty.
Jaesa held him for some time, even after the tears stopped flowing and the hiccupping ceased. When he pulled back in shame, hurriedly wiping his face of tears and mucus she tilted his head up to hers. He stared at her with calm blue eyes and she stared back with gentle brown. Maybe it was the overwhelming loneliness or maybe it was the gentle way she was touching him, but something in their eyes connected. All at once he was on her, over her, in her. She welcomed him and he was thankful for the closeness, the feel of another person, the comfort. When they parted, an awkward silence settled between them.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” he said as he straightened his uniform.
“Neither was I,” she murmured.
He cleared his throat nervously. He had never been a passionate man. He had relations before, he was not the prudish sort, but that had always been a way to unleash his pent up frustrations and energies and nothing more. Perhaps that’s what this was, a way to unbridle himself. He had a soft spot for Jaesa, though. Maybe it was worth investigating further. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she shifted her skirt around her seated form. She sat with her legs crossed, staring at her hands. He leaned back on the palms of his hands and relaxed a tiny bit.
“You’re the only person I’ve talked to about non-business related things,” he said at length, still staring at her. “Perhaps we can make this a more… permanent venture?”
“You want to be… sex buddies?” she queried. A flush swiftly rose to her cheeks.
“While I wouldn’t be adverse to such an arrangement, I would much rather have someone to talk to at this juncture,” he said softly.
She fidgeted with her hands anxiously. She knew Quinn and Sayla had never been intimate; Sayla had never been quiet about her frustrations with the man, but she still felt as if a line was being crossed. Noticing her hesitation, he nodded to himself.
“It was just a suggestion, I apologize for being forward,” he said congenially.
He quickly rose to his feet and walked to where his blaster had been knocked to. He turned it over in his hands. No outside damage, good. He re-holstered it without a second thought. He made for the door, no sense in sticking around to listen to the hum of the ship try to pierce through the silence. She grabbed his hand as he walked by and he halted.
“I wouldn’t mind talking with you,” she said softly, still refusing to face him. “If anything else happens… it happens.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward.
“At your leisure, Miss Jaesa."
This must be fate. I just started on this story and the prompt for this week fit perfectly. I'm hoping to continue the story (maybe make my own thread), but I'm always so nervous about other people reading what I write...
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!
Quick Quinn Quotes
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