"Too much for you to handle, sweet cheeks?"

Jyn gave the man a bored look and debated smashing his face into the bar. Preferably face first into the shot he'd just bought for her unasked. If shards of glass got lodged in his face or worked their way into his brain that would just be an added bonus. Han might not be entirely wrong about her rage issues.

"I could order you something pink?" the man offered.

Nope, she was pretty sure her anger was entirely justified. She tightened her grip on the drink she had ordered even though it was mainly empty at this point.

"I don't think the lady is interested," a smooth voice cut in.

"Who the kriff asked you?"

"He's not wrong," she said with a shrug.

"Kriff you, bitch. I was trying to be nice." A rumbling growl cut the man off from a longer tirade as Chewie showed up at Han's shoulder. The man muttered a few more insults under his breath, but stood up from the bar stool and made his way out of the cantina. In the time Jyn had been working with Solo and Chewie she'd quickly learned that not a lot of people were stupid enough to mess with an unhappy wookiee.

"Can't leave you alone for even a minute without you starting trouble," Han sighed slipping onto the stool next to her and snagging the snubbed shot.

"I was here minding my own business," Jyn defended with a glare. "It's not my fault if an asshole chooses to approach me. Besides I didn't say anything so I'm not sure if that qualifies as starting trouble."

Han threw the shot back with a smirk. "You had the murder shoulders."

"Murder shoulders?" she asked lifting a brow.

"Yeah, you get all tense before you're about to kill something, and your shoulders clench up."

"I didn't see that shot poured," Jyn said offhand, ignoring his analysis.

"So?"

"So no guarantees that wasn't laced with something," she said finishing off her own drink.

"Are you serious?"

"It's happened before," she said with a shrug.

"To you?"

"Once."

"You get out ok?" Han asked looking uncomfortable. They weren't the type to talk about bad memories.

"Yeah. One of the girls I was out with noticed something was wrong and got me back to camp." It'd happened when she was fifteen and still with the partisans. Saw had not been pleased, mainly with her, which she'd thought was unfair. When she'd come to the next day she'd gotten one hell of a dressing down for her carelessness. It wasn't until a week later that she'd heard a rumor about a local boy meeting a gruesome end. At the time it'd felt like love. Hell, it still sort of felt like love, but she was pretty sure her history had forever warped her understanding of basic emotional concepts.

Han didn't push for anymore of the story, he glanced nervously at the empty shot glass in his hand. "How long did it take to kick in?"

"Couple minutes? It's all pretty hazy. You get what we came for?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, easy. Is it hot in here?"

"Nope," she said sharing a look with Chewie. "We should probably get back then?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, kid."

They made it back to the Falcon a few moments before he passed out. Luckily Chewie could manhandle him into his bunk. Unluckily, Jyn's piloting skills were still not where they should be. She could manage basic shuttles and Bodhi had given her a few lessons when they'd had time, but the Falcon was it's own special mess. Not that she was going to get in that fight with Han and Chewie again. It also didn't help that her shyriiwook wasn't up to par, so take off was a combination of annoyed shouting and over done gesturing in which Chewie mainly ended up shoving her out of the way. Luckily it was two days in hyperspace so she wouldn't have to help land the thing.

"Well that was fun," Jyn said as the stars stretched out in front of them. Chewie huffed and she shot him a grin. "I can't believe he got himself roofied. What a kriffing idiot." Chewie laughed and said something she couldn't quite understand, but she was pretty sure he agreed with her, which was good enough for her. "You need me or do you mind if I catch some sleep?" He made a shooing motion and she promised to relieve him in a few hours.

Jyn headed towards her bunk, but stopped off at Han's to check on him. When had she become a person that checked on people? It was definitely something that had happened after joining the Rebellion. He was sleeping soundly and didn't seem to be showing any other ill effects from his recent drug encounter other than Chewie had unceremoniously dropped him in the bed and his arm was trailing off. Jyn muttered and stomped into the room to shove him further on to the small bed and move the offending appendage onto the mattress with the rest of him. Figuring she'd gone this far she tugged his boots off and dragged the blanket up over him that had been crumpled at the base of the bed. She owed him a favor anyway for getting her back to her room the last time they'd decided to celebrate a hard won mission at the, technically unsanctioned, cantina on Echo base where she'd gotten well and truly drunk.

She also supposed after five months of working together she could excuse being slightly fond of the moron. She'd honestly thought they were going to kill each other when they were first assigned to work together. Han was just the type of man she hated – all brash unearned confidence and a mouth to match. She'd been forced to run with enough of his type during her time on her own to not want a repeat. He had, however, come back to help destroy her father's monster so she'd decided to give it a shot.

He'd called her sweetheart on the first mission and she'd decked him, unintentionally setting off a brawl in the cantina they were in. They'd barely made it out alive, but fighting their way out had at least been a bonding experience. Their mutual loathing of authority figures and complete disregard for military standards also hadn't hurt when it came time for the debriefing. But what had really won her over was the quick realization that despite the man's bravado he was mush in the middle. He'd do just about anything for Chewie, Luke, or most especially Leia. His devotion to the princess mirrored Leia's own devotion to the cause, and Jyn got that on a level she wished she didn't.

She'd chosen to stay with the rebellion and she believed in the cause, but she wasn't going to pretend that a certain intelligence officer hadn't weighed heavily on her decision. Not that she'd had anywhere else to go. Anyone she'd ever considered family or friend was dead. Papa and Saw meeting their own violent ends. Chirrut and Baze lost on Scarif. Even K-2 gone. Bodhi and Cassian were the last people in the galaxy she had any connection to, though if you asked her to define that connection she'd be hard pressed to do it.

Bodhi, sweet Bodhi, was easiest. He was the only other person who'd really known her father. A man trying to get right by himself, who'd lost everything in the process, watched his home city burn and crumble. Kind, caring, undemanding Bodhi was what she thought a brother must feel like. It was impossible to dislike him even having known he'd been an Imp. The rebellion's pilots accepted him quickly as one of their own, and Jyn had been delighted for him even if she missed him as he was sent out on more and more missions.

Cassian, on the other hand, was a struggle. She'd been ready to die in his arms on that beach, content even. They'd completed the mission, done everything they could. It had almost been a relief to know it was all over – that she didn't have to struggle to survive any longer in a galaxy that took and took and never seemed to give her anything back. Relief from the constant exhaustion of getting by. It wasn't the worst thing to die in someone's arms, she'd never imagined as much, sure she would die bleeding out alone in a street or beaten to death by a fellow inmate. Dying had been the first time she'd been held in years, possibly since she'd lost her parents, it'd felt like coming home. She tried not to think about it too hard. And then Bodhi had shown up in the ship screaming at them to get on, and her hug had turned into a steel grip as she'd dragged Cassian in behind her.

Living was much more complicated than dying. She and Cassian never talked about it. There was nothing really to say. They'd been done, and then they weren't. They barely knew each other really besides a handful of weeks on the mission and laid up in the medical ward following that. It didn't seem to matter though. He ate up her thoughts and played havoc with her feelings in a way that would have made Saw ashamed of her for her lack of control, her lack of space. Getting close to someone, having them matter like that, it only hurt the cause. Still she couldn't seem to shake whatever kriffed up emotional attachment she'd formed, didn't really want to. He'd seemed right there with her during his recovery, they'd barely left each other's side, but all things end and Cassian was too useful to be left sidelined forever. He'd been put back in the field on missions she wasn't deemed suited to follow or even know about. Whatever had been brewing between them seemed to stall out as they barely even managed to be on base at the same time long enough to steal a meal together. They were friends she supposed, whatever that meant.

Han snored and rolled over in his bunk bringing her back to the present. Jyn shook her head and got to her feet heading to her own quarters. She was too tired to sort out her own messy emotions and relationships.

It was an odd relief to step down the ramp into Hoth's cold hanger. She'd be bitching about the cold in no time, but it was nice to get off the ship with another successful mission under their belts and no major injuries to show for it.

"Let me know if anything comes up on the post-flight check, Chewie. Come on, kid, let's get this data stick to Draven and then grab something to eat," Han grumbled following behind her.

"Nu-uh," Jyn argued. "You're not tricking me into attending another debrief I'm not required at. You have my report and you're technically in charge so you have to do it. I'll save you a seat in the mess though!"

"Come on, Erso," he whined. "Don't make me do it alone. It's so boring and he asks the same questions over and over again like my answer is going to change. I've been through interrogations that are less awful."

"It's not like my presence helps. I just piss him off."
"Makes it entertaining at least."

"Not a chance, Solo."

"Come on, it'd mean more time with me and who doesn't want that?"

"Anyone with two brain cells to rub together?" a voice interrupted.

"Don't pretend you don't enjoy my company, Princess," Han shot back catching sight of the petite woman as she stood next to Cassian near the hallway leading out of the hanger.

Jyn frowned at the bag slung over Cassian's shoulder as she took him in. Clearly he was headed out on another mission. "Are you leaving now?"

"In a few minutes," he said looking unconcerned by her lack of greeting.

"How long?"

"Only a week or so if all goes right."

"Of course it will go right," Leia said firmly. "You're the best at what you do."

"Having a stick up your ass?" Han grumbled, clearly not enjoying hearing the Princess praise someone else.

Cassian didn't respond, but his jaw ticked before he mastered his expression completely, and Jyn instantly felt defensive. Neither man liked each other, but it was unfair of Han to take out his frustration on Cassian for something he didn't even do.

"Having an actual useful skillset," Leia snapped back before Jyn could say anything.

"Hey, I get the job done just fine, your highness."

"Oh yeah? Neither of you are obviously bleeding so what disaster happened on this mission?"

Feeling uncharitable Jyn piped up. "Solo got roofied."

"What?" Leia asked. Jyn shrugged and Han glared at her. "You actually got drugged?"

"In my defense they were trying to roofie her. You'd think she'd be more grateful."

"Someone tried to roofie you?" Cassian asked frowning.

"Happens," Jyn answered dismissively. "But I wasn't dumb enough to drink it."

"It was a free drink!"

Jyn snorted. "You're impossible."

"You love it, keep coming back for more."

"I keep coming back for Chewie," Jyn smirked. "That poor wookiee deserves a medal for putting up with you on his own."

"Like you're some prize! Your default setting is kick the crap out of them."

"You've shot people on less provocation."

"They've all deserved it!"

"Well, I've never hit anyone who didn't deserve it."

"You punched me on the first mission out!"

"I think you just proved my point."

"How you two get through missions is beyond me," Leia interjected.

"It's all foreplay," Han answered throwing an arm around Jyn's shoulders that she easily knocked away. "She could have requested a transfer a hundred times by now, but has she?"

"We've been over this. I stay for the wookiee."

"I don't think you're his type."

"A girl can dream."

"Come to the debrief with me and I'll put in a good word for you."

Jyn laughed, something she'd been doing a lot more since being paired with the smuggler. "Not a chance, Solo."

"Sorry I'm late," a voice interrupted. Jyn turned her head to a pretty blue-eyed blonde woman joining their group. Aliyana if Jyn remembered correctly. She was in intelligence with Cassian and currently had a bag thrown over her shoulder too.

"It's no problem," Cassian said. "You didn't miss anything important." Jyn cringed at the implied criticism. "I picked up the rings."

"Oh perfect, I was hoping you would," the woman said with a sunny smile that Jyn didn't think she was even capable of producing. Cassian held out a ring with a sparkling stone set in it and Aliyana reached out to take it. Something dark lurched in Jyn's stomach.

"Congratulations," Han said. "Didn't know you two were together." The girl giggled and slipped the ring on and Jyn wanted to hit her.

"It's for the mission," Cassian supplied.

"Husband and wife cover. You're looking at Mrs. Nandali Sward. We get to make the social rounds as newlyweds and see if we can get some new leads. Should be fun."

"I didn't know Andor was allowed to have fun," Han joked.

"Shut it, flyboy. Let the professionals do their work," Leia snarled.

"We'll send updates," Cassian said ignoring the entire exchange. "See you in a week."

"Thank you, Captain Andor," Leia said in her formal voice.

Cassian and Aliyana moved past them and Jyn resisted the urge to grab his wrist. She didn't know what she would say if she did. Still her gaze lingered. Leia gave Han one last glare before marching off in the opposite direction.

"Really, kid? Andor?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jyn said snapping her eyes away from where Cassian was taking Aliyana's bag for her and showing her to the shuttle they were using.

"You've got murder shoulders again."

"I do not."

"He's just so uptight," Han commented trailing her as she turned on her heel and moved stiffly down the hallway. "Didn't think that'd be your type."

"We're just friends."

"You've never gotten murder shoulders when a pretty blonde has chatted me up."

"I don't remember that ever actually occurring," Jyn snipped.

"I get why the ice princess likes him, but you?"

That brought her up short. "Leia likes Cassian?"

"Of course she does. It's always 'Captain Andor never has to blow up half a space port to make an ammunitions deal,' 'Captain Andor never goes beyond his mission budget,' 'Captain Andor never complains about long stake outs,' and on and on."

"Oh, I thought you meant she likes him."

Han missed a step. "Wait, you don't think she does, do you?"

"It's not like she's been gushing about his dreamy eyes."

"Yeah, but what if professionalism is like her kink?"

"Well then you're screwed, flyboy," Jyn said with a laugh.

"Like I care," he scoffed. "They'd suit each other."

Jyn tried not to grind her teeth at that. It wasn't like she had any claim on Cassian, and he'd had more than enough time to make his interest known if he had any. Han was just stating a fact. They'd be a good match really - both of them committed, professional, and brave. "Don't you have a debrief to get to?"

"Don't get pissy at me just because your boyfriend is running off with some other woman."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Obviously. Andor doesn't seem capable of expressing enough human emotion to have a girlfriend."

"You don't know shit about him," Jyn said fiercely.

"You actually really do like him don't you? Why? You could have just about any guy on this base if you showed even the slightest interest."

Jyn snorted. "You say that like it's impressive. It's not like it's difficult to talk men into have sex. Especially on a base where the men outnumber the women." She was not interested in trying to explain to Solo that Cassian was the first thing, the first person, that'd felt like coming home in a long time. That he'd showed up even when everything went to hell over and over again in a way no one had bothered for her in years and years. What man could match up to that?

"You haven't managed with Andor. Or have you?"

"I don't know how many times I can tell you we're not like that."

"I doubt you're missing anything. It's probably efficient and mechanical. Like fucking a droid."

"Imagined it often, have you?"

"Deflecting isn't going to get you anywhere Erso."

"There's nothing to deflect."

"Come to the debriefing and I'll help you bag Andor."

Jyn laughed outright at that. "That's like Mon Mothma offering to help me in a bar fight. You don't have the skillset."

"Hey, I could get Andor into bed if I wanted to!" Han seemed to think about what he said and sputtered. "You know what I mean!"

"You're inflated ego never ceases to amaze me. I don't know how many times I can say it, but you're on your own in the debrief. I'm hungry and tired."

"Fine," Han said throwing his hands up. "But don't expect any favors from me in the future."

He moved off and Jyn switched her direction to go straight back to her tiny room. She'd lost her appetite at some point. Right now all she wanted to do was go to bed and forget the fact that Cassian was off with his 'wife' charming the higher-ups of the empire.

A/N: So first ever Star War fic. Saw Rogue One, got obsessed, no regrets. Hopefully it doesn't suck.