first off: i am SO SORRY this took so long!!! i have no good excuse.
secondly: this is almost like. the opposite of what you asked for, in that it takes place pre-PARALLAX and Roon, and pre-BLOOD BROTHERS. I hope it is an acceptable alternative. it is still a very stupid love story.
He was following her.
She kept her paces even (but quick, she wasn’t stupid) so as not to give away the fact she’d caught on. The man, the follower, was doing a fairly good job at keeping up while portraying disinterest; she only caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, and even then, she could only describe him as dark, dark, dark.
Dark hair, dark clothes. Entirely unremarkable. Someone to skim over, someone so unnoticeable they were less likely to be ignored, and more likely to be just plain forgotten.
He was a professional. She just didn’t know for which organization he was one.
Saw? The Partisans?
The Empire?
Her steps quickened.
She was leaning more towards Empire, though the crime she might have committed to catch the attention of that group was less clear. If the man had been following her for a while, then it was news to her. But he must have been, because she would have noticed him before, and the only incident she’d been involved in all day had been helping that little girl up in the street.
It had been nothing. Just her reaching for a five-year-old girl who had slipped on wet stone and skinned her knees. Bending down to help had been as instinctive as trying to outmaneuver her current follower was now.
No good deed, she grumbled.
She hurried past a food stand covered in skycorn and sweetroot (her stomach rumbled; kriff, when had she eaten last?), destination firmly decided. There was an alley just up ahead, a tiny thing separating a pawn shop and a trading post; the combination of the two here on Takodana meant the only purveyors were the unsavory type, disinterested in getting mixed up with anything not firmly their business or problem.
A perfect place for a quick fight and quicker blaster shot.
She beelined to the alley.
The alley had the benefit of appearing bigger and lighter than it actually was, and so she was unsurprised that her follower stepped brazenly into the alley opening. In a lightning quick move she’d jumped forward, using her momentum to knock him backward, slamming him hard into the grimy stone wall, her favorite dagger at his throat.
“Who the hell are you, and why are you following me?” she demanded.
She got her first look at her follower’s face.
the rest on the ol’ AO3 because it is stupid long.
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