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09.08.2012 , 03:57 PM |
Prompt: Changes (naturally)
Chacaters: Athra and Malavai Quinn
He was lucky to be alive, that he knew. He appreciated the fact that he was alive and mostly undamaged, but he would rather be dead. That way, he wouldn’t be sitting in his old quarters with a box of his things and Athra’s wedding band in the palm of his hand. He knew it wasn’t right to try to kill her on Baras’s order, but Baras… Baras had his way of getting things done. He used people and discarded them as soon as they were used up. He hadn’t even bothered to contact Quinn to ensure the deed was done. He obviously had little faith in his pawn. As they sped toward Corellia, he wondered what he could do to change Athra’s mind. Apologizing seemed pointless as his words meant nothing to her any more. He had vowed to be by her side to the end, to protect her, to love her and he had broken at least one of those. Two in her eyes.
When they landed on Corellia, she nearly left him on the ship. He could do far more damage if left alone, she reasoned, it was best to take him along with the others. He was their medical officer as well so it only made sense. She didn’t feel weird without him by her side at all. Not at all.
Their first few firefights were uneventful. Standard Republic idiots shooting at the first Imp they saw. She wasn’t prepared for battle droids. The Transponder Station was still fresh on her mind and she froze. She could see Quinn standing between the droids he summoned, spouting some nonsense about being able to kill her with his super awesome Sith killing droids. Her hesitation left her wide open for attack. The droid leveled its cannon on her and aimed. She stared, her eyes unseeing.
“My Lord!” Quinn shouted from behind her. She was vaguely aware of his presence. She blinked slowly as the droid charged its cannon.
“Athra!” he shouted. She still didn’t move. It was now or never. He aimed carefully, but quickly, and let off a rapid series of bolts. It was just enough to shift the droid’s aim to the ground next to its original target. Athra snapped out of her trance in that instant and shifted her focus to Quinn. He was motioning wildly, trying to get her to move away from the droid or attack or something. She just blinked and stared.
The droid recovered quickly and panic briefly slipped through Quinn’s calm mind. He had to protect her. He ran from the relative safety of cover to the still-stunned Athra. He pulled her out of the way just as the droid’s arm swung down to slap her. It caught him on the shoulder and sent him flying. He hit the ground at speed, tumbling and rolling violently.
Athra watched him bounce and tumble and fall with wide eyes. Then he stopped tumbling. He stopped moving all together. The droid clanked off after the downed Captain fully intent on finishing what it started. She watched the droid shoot the Captain with its grappling hook and flinched when he shouted in pain. The droid brought the Captain in close to ensure the shot would be fatal.
The droid armed its cannon once more and aimed. Quinn closed his eyes and waited for Mistress Death to claim him.
“Get away from my husband you son of a b*tch!” Athra growled angrily.
Quinn’s eyes popped open in time to see Athra’s sabers slice through the droid effortlessly. He fell to the ground in a heap and scrambled to move away from the falling droid pieces. He stared at her with wide eyes. Had he heard her correctly?
“Husband?” he asked quietly.
“Didn’t you know I married that droid?” she answered blithely.
He chuckled lightly then winced and coughed.
“You’re hurt,” she said gently.
“Just a punctured lung, nothing serious,” he said stiffly.
She laughed quietly and knelt down next to him. She unbuttoned his jacket swiftly, the buttons all too familiar to her, and pulled it down his arms. He was careful to keep his gaze anywhere, but on her. He wanted so badly to pull her to him and hold her. Just hold her and tell her how sorry he was. In his current condition, that would be a bad idea. He shifted uncomfortably as she poked and prodded at his ribs. At least three were broken and one had pierced his right lung. He flinched visibly when she found the gold chain hanging around his neck and pulled it from under his shirt.
“My ring,” she said quietly.
“Yes,” he said softly.
He continued staring at the ground in shame when an idea entered his head. Why not try apologizing? It was worth a shot anyway. Worst thing she could do would be to kill him outright. Or was that the best thing she could do?
“I’m sorry, Athra,” he said quietly.
“Why did you do it?” she asked tonelessly.
“Because I’m an idiot.”
“That’s obvious,” she said lightly.
He flicked his eyes to hers. “Doesn’t make it any less true,” he said quietly.
“I know there’s nothing I can say that will even begin to fix the ruins of our marriage and the flaming wreckage that is the trust between us, but I hope, with time, my actions can begin the process.” He paused for a moment and watched as Athra’s gaze softened a tad. “I do still love you.”
“You’re an idiot,” she said quietly.
“I hear that’s what love does to you,” he said lightly. “Athra…”
She loved the way he said her name. She smiled briefly then pulled his face to hers. Their kiss was tentative and unsure, but it was hopeful. She pulled away from him and smiled a teasing smile.
“Well, there is one way you can make it up to me,” she said suggestively.
“Oh?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Oh, yes,” she purred.
“After we take care of business here and destroy Baras for good?”
“You do know how to ruin a mood, don’t you?” she pouted.
“I excel at all things,” he said stiffly.
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.
“I have my work cut out for me, don’t I?” he asked stiffly.
“But the payoff is worth it,” she purred.
He grinned. The payoff was worth it indeed.
I can hear you asking "What? No Jaesa?" Nope. Seems my muse for Ninety Seven Percent has gone AWOL and left me with Quick Quinn Quotes Universe business. And I'm ignoring the muse that wants me to write about little Malavai's adventures...
EDIT: How many freakin' typos do I have to correct after the fact? My goodness...
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