Parka (The Only Thing She Had Left) – Chapter 4

sleepykalena:

Finished this up later than I wanted to, so sorry about that @captainandors, but the chapter is also about twice as long as anticipated, and I had to split the chapter itself into two, so hopefully that makes up for the wait!

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Jyn was never a fan of being told to stay still.

Staying still made you frozen in midair, a convenient plate
dangled in front of someone aiming to shoot you for target practice. It took a
herculean amount of effort not to snap back at Draven when she met with him the
next morning and was informed that she was not to leave Thila once they landed
on the planet to establish what was meant to be a temporary headquarters while
others searched for a more permanent base for future operations.

“I don’t think you need to be reminded of what could
possibly happen if you decide to ‘go rogue’ on us, as it were, as your image
and identity have been circulating the galaxy as a fugitive and a highly
dangerous person,” Draven said with dark eyes.

Jyn found it more comforting to keep wearing Cassian’s parka
the next day, and his sleeve brushed softly against her cheek, allowing her to
take in a hint of his scent again as she moved a stray set of hair behind her
ear. She nodded brusquely at him from across the table, trying to keep her face
as neutral as possible despite noting dryly at how wide this table was despite
Mon Mothma, Admiral Ackbar, and Princess Leia being the only other attendees in
this meeting.

“Any questions?” Draven asked thereafter.

“How is Cassian?” she asked simply.

Silence.

Then, “Captain Andor’s
activity and whereabouts are purely on a need-to-know basis. You do not need to
know, and therefore do not have the clearance,” he finished.

She concluded that Draven chose this this table to sit at to
make it difficult for her to reach over and grab him by the collar.

[read the rest on ao3!]

Parka (The Only Thing She Had Left) – Chapter 4