I’ll Be There ( If You Want Me To )

melanoradrood:

Miscommunication, Pining, and Two Guardians and a Pilot to make it worse.

Rebelcaptain Canon Compliant Post Scarif
Word Count: 3599
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Just Pining.  

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Jyn knows that it’s all a formality, that this is the last ties to bureaucracy and Republic garbage, but who really needs to fill out this sort of paperwork? If she dies, no one is going to pull out a file folder and look for her next of kin. It’s rather well known that there’s no one left, no one for her to put down as emergency contacts, no one for her to label as the decision maker if medical decisions have to be made. Besides, she wouldn’t want someone making emotional decisions – doctors should just do what is best.

And, all of this relied on Jyn actually dying, and she hasn’t died yet. There’s no way that going out with a group of Pathfinders is going to get her anything worse than a numb ass from all of the sitting around she’ll have to do.

“What is even the point of this?” she says with a groan, and she shoves the datapad down. This is her first time going out, her first mission since Scarif, and she’s the first of their group to go offworld. Bodhi is still waiting to finish learning to use his prosthetic, Baze and Chirrut are both busy with the Jedi, and Cassian is still in physical therapy.

If she dies, they’ll just tell them, her team.

“It is a formality which you must endure. Come now, the questions cannot be that hard.”

Jyn fixes a glare at Chirrut that she knows he will see, even if he won’t admit to it, then lets out a sigh. All of it is filled out already, information that has no benefit, which religion she holds to, blood types, planet of Origin…

She just has to write in her next of kin in case of medical emergencies.

“I just have to write down my next of kin, but given the fact that all three of my parents are dead… I don’t exactly have anyone to write down.”

They don’t talk about it, really, don’t talk about the fact that Jyn is an orphan, that she has basically no one, other than this team. She looks around the table, looks at them waiting for an answer…

Jyn would never deny that both Baze and Chirrut are family, but they have one another. Bodhi is her… he’s her brother. And Cassian is…

He’s looking at his own datapad, barely even paying attention to the conversation, and she wonders… she wonders if he would do it. If he would be her… her emergency contact.

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