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10.22.2012 , 10:54 AM |
Best Day Ever, starring A'tro. 475 words. No class story spoilers, although it does contain the usual major spoilers for my fic, "Afterimages." It also contains some sads. Just warning everyone in advance...
It took more than a day in hyperspace to travel from Dromund Kaas to Alderaan.
The day immediately preceding A’tro’s arrival was an uneventful one. She kept herself busy making preparations for whatever was to come once she reached the planet. Recharging her lightsabers, polishing a few dents out of her armor—nothing special. Just routine.
Quinn kept an eye on the bridge consoles, recalibrated his blaster, and packed a medkit. A’tro made small excuses to go talk to him, as she had always done. It was easier now than it had been before; after five years together, they had a better understanding of how each other’s minds worked. Not a perfect understanding, not by any means, but a better one.
When the ship’s day cycle ended and the interior lights dimmed in a pale simulation of the night outside the hull, she lay dozing in bed beside him. She took comfort in his presence, never once imagining that in only a few hours it would be gone forever. Her name on his lips as he whispered that he loved her was the last thing she heard before sleeping, and the first sound that greeted her upon awakening.
And then they landed on Alderaan, and A’tro left to meet with K’saria. And then it was over.
Looking back, A’tro couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had known that day what lurked just ahead around the corner of time. Would she have done things differently if she had known that was the last day that she would ever see Quinn alive?
Would she have tried to break from routine, made some gesture to show him how much she really cared for him? Would she have held him in her arms that night and told him all the little things that she had never said, but always held within her heart? Would that last “I love you” have been more sweet or more painful knowing that there would never be another?
If she had known, if only she had known, would it have made a difference?
It had been just another day when she was living it. Only after did she realize what a blessing it had been. Perhaps it had been just another day, but she had been happy, then. It was a day that was only special after the fact, and looking back on its ordinary simplicity was almost comforting to her.
No, it was no ordinary day. It was the last day that she had shared with
, before continuing on alone into the dark and uncertain future. She could feel its remembered light shining steadily behind her, reminding her equally of the happiness she had once had, and how easily it had all been taken away.
It had been a good day.
There's always lightning.