A/N: Hey guys, it's been a very long time since writing fanfics (so much so that I couldn't remember my old account details oops) so forgive me if my skills are not quite up to par. I have loved Rogue One and the ending was so sad and well written but I can't help but want to explore the chemistry between Jyn and Cassian, especially within the setting of the Rebellion. So this story is pretty much me fulfilling my need for Rebel-Captain haha :) Thank you to all that take time to read it and I hope you enjoy it. Rated M for *ahem* later on ;)
Prologue
Bittersweet. That was probably the only word to describe how she felt, in the acceptance of her impending death. They did it, though. They'd managed to transmit the plans in time, both redeeming her father's reputation and hopefully ending the Empire. Jyn glanced down at the injured man lying across her lap, and smiled. She might not have had the most agreeable friendship with Captain Andor, but he'd come back for her more than once - the only person in her life to have not abandoned her in some form or another and she was rather appreciative of that.
The blaster wound was worse than he'd made it seem, and the pain was causing him to drift in and out of consciousness. Jyn continued to soothingly stroke his cheek, watching out over the ocean where the Death Star loomed and threatened to strike any moment now. The green lasers were visible from space as they targeted Scarif. The wind picked up stronger, and her hair blew wildly around her face. Suddenly, a familiar Imperial cargo ship came into view with Chirrut and Bodhi in the cockpit waving madly at her, gesturing to get on board.
Wasting no time, Jyn hauled Cassian's arm over her shoulders and carried his weight across the rapidly deteriorating tower platform and into the ship. Scarif had transformed into an explosion of light behind them as Bodhi prepared them for the leap into hyperspace. She fell to the floor from exhaustion, and Cassian's body fell with her.