Author's Note: Sadly, I don't own Star Wars or anything related. If I did...well, I'd be a very happy person.
This is the first in a series of short one-shots chronicling the relationship between Starkiller and Juno, which I always thought was an interesting one. In the TFU:II novelisation, Juno is having a pretty rough time getting over Starkiller, and that was a year after his 'death', so I tried to imagine what it would be like in the months between games. Reviews are always welcome...I wouldn't still be here, writing, if it weren't for you lovely people, so I hope you enjoy it!
My Blood
That feeling that doesn't go away just did
And I walked a thousand miles to prove it
Juno Eclipse wiped the sweat from her forehead with a dirty cloth, glancing at her chrono as she did so. Five hours she'd been here, in an empty hangar full of Rebel ships needing repair. She hadn't noticed the time go by so quickly. This wasn't even part of her job description, but she desperately needed the distraction. She hated being alone with her own thoughts; they kept her awake at night and followed her throughout the day. Fixing the ships, repairing anything she could get her hands on, kept the thoughts away, for a short time at least. It had been just over two months since she'd lost him, but still her mind felt numb and cold whenever she thought of him.
"Captain Eclipse!"
She jumped in surprise at the sudden interruption, and then swore in pain as she fumbled with the hydrocutter she'd been using to repair the ships with, slicing her palm open.
"Kriffing tools," she muttered, wrapping a cloth around the wound before she could drip blood all over the hangar. It had been a long day, and she felt suddenly exhausted. The stinging pain shot through her like a vibroblade, causing her to stagger on her feet slightly as blood soaked her makeshift bandage. She sat down on an overturned water drum, carefully applying pressure to her cut hand. It would be easier to simply find a bacta patch, but somehow she wanted to bear the pain, just like he would have.
And I'm caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts
The colour of my blood is all I see on the rocks
Juno wondered distantly who the owner of the voice was, the one who had so rudely interrupted her. She couldn't see anyone else in the hangar, and she hadn't heard the door activation panel beep as it would if someone was entering. She did still appear to be alone. You're just hearing things now, her internal voice chastised her. Juno shook her head, an attempt to visibly rid herself of any strange voices. She carefully peeled the cloth away from her hand to see how bad it was now the blood flow had lessened, surprised to see that the cut was smaller than she'd originally thought. But there was so much blood, for such a small scratch, she thought, wiping her hands on her messy overalls.
Alarms will ring for eternity
The waves will break every chain on me
Her comlink pinged suddenly, bringing Juno out of her reverie. She looked at it, realising she was being summoned to the bridge. Time to wake up, Juno. She hurriedly tidied up her tools and jogged out of the hanger and into the nearest turbolift. Her comlink pinged again as she jabbed the door button irritably. It was urgent, then, whatever the commander wanted. At least that would give her something else to think about. Something to distract her in these troubled times. With any luck, she would forget about his face, his kiss. But for the time being, the memory was still raw, and it hurt, terribly. Juno wiped her eyes clumsily as the doors of the turbolift slid shut.
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
Song lyrics credit to Ellie Goulding.