Happy Father’s Day (rebelcaptain style)

cats-and-metersticks:

So tbh this was a TOTAL coincidence but to end my long posting drought here is an extra-special thematically-appropriate rebelcaptain Father’s Day fic!! 

Thanks so much to @thegiddyowl for the beta and @imsfire2 for pointing out the good timing!

Set in @incognitajones‘s Montreal AU

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There was no snow on the ground (yet), but a frigid wind had been blowing off the St. Lawrence all day, whipping around buildings and gusting through the streets. The temperature gauge outside the kitchen window was reading well into the negatives as Jyn paced back and forth through the living room, phone pressed to her ear and trying to hear her father speak in rapid Danish over the rattling of the window panes.

“No, there’s no snow yet. My flight wasn’t canceled, Cassian’s– Yes, I told you last month we’re back together. Anyway–”

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“Yeah, it’s going fine. Great, actually. I don’t think I’ll renew my lease in a few months. Anyway , I was saying my flight’s still on time, I just decided not to go. Cassian got sick and I have to–”

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“No– No, Papa, you don’t have to do that. He’s fine. I mean–.” She slumped onto the sofa and pulled the elastic out of her hair, fiddling with greasy strands next to her face as she listened. “Yeah, I mean, we were in the ED last night– no , I told you, he’s fine, everything’s fine. Well, he has pneumonia but besides that, everything’s fine.”

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“No, it’s– he had bronchitis last week and it was– well, he was doing okay, but yesterday evening he had a really high fever so I dragged him to the hospital and that’s where… yeah. Yeah.” Her fingers came away from her hair slick and shiny, and she grimaced. It had been too long since her last shower, but in her defense the last few days had been… stressful. “Yeah, no, they didn’t admit him, he just got antibiotics and an inhaler.”

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She huffed. “Yeah, he hates it.”

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“Yes, I’m making sure he uses it.” She took the phone away from her ear for a second, tilting her head towards the bedroom, which had been quiet for a while.

Her father kept talking.

She reddened. “I know, I’ve told him before. Too many times, probably.” This is what you get for smoking all those years . “I can’t help it.” She lowered her voice. “He sounds like Saw did, sometimes.”

His voice turned soft and sympathetic and she pressed her fingers into her eyelids to push back the wetness. God, she must be sleep deprived. She should not be this emotional at barely 19:00.

“So yeah,” she said. “I decided not to fly out. I need to stay here and take care of him.”

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“Yeah, yeah I’ll call. Love you.”

“ Jeg elsker også dig. ”

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Finish on AO3