A/N: this is a bit short, but it's just to get started, and setting up the story. More to come- please please please review or PM me. I love constructive criticism
The brilliant oranges intensified to yellows to white. Surprisingly none of the heat, or the pain expected came with it. The light grew and grew, burning her eyes, blinding her. She could feel Cassian's arms still around her, his nose buried into her shoulder, and her tight grip on him, her hands clutching to his back. The explosion was now just color, and that color was bleaching to white. As the color washed away, Cassian's grip slipped with it, and the more he slid away, the more Jyn clutched at him. She frantically clawed onto the remnants of what she could feel, for her eyesight had long become nothing but white. As Jyn felt the last bit of his grip slide away, she cried out for him, but felt her voice, the very air she breathed, pulled from her lungs. Then the white came crashing in to darkness.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Tentatively, she pried one eye open, certain she would see nothing but white, or black. She expected death to come either as silence and sleep, forever sleep, or to be in glorious form, a bright white world, of mist, of family and friends long gone awaiting her. Jyn never quite knew which one to believe.
Her one open eye felt like she had stared too long at a sun. However, what she saw made no sense. This couldn't be death. So was she still alive?
Jyn stared in confused silence at a gray din ceiling, as the water continued to drip on her forehead. This ceiling was familiar. Slowly, the sounds around her came in to her consciousness. The not-so-subtle snore of Kennel her cellmate, the clatter of plasteel armor, the mechanic com chatter of her imprisioners, the metallic rattle of other prisoners rousting.
She slowly sat up, as though the weight of the galaxy rested on her shoulders. Her body ached, but it wasn't the ache of a warrior, from the climb, the wounds, the blaster fire, or the Death Star blast. Rather if was the soreness of a laborer in a prison camp, one who had slept on a bad cot for a few weeks.
How in all the nine Corellian hells did she end up back at Wobani? And in the same room as her old cellmate? After what she had done, she and Cassian, they should have had them before the gallows if they had even... Cassian!
In her panic, she stood up and raced to the jail cell gate. Jyn grabbed the stormtrooper passing directly in front of her gate by his shoulder joint affectively spinning him around.
"Where's Cassian?!" Her look must have startled him, for instead of blasting her immediately, (as Jyn realized a half-second after putting her thoughts into action, would have been a stormtrooper's normal reaction) he instead cocked his head to the side and said, "who?"
The sincerity in his voice startled her. Not sure of herself suddenly, she simply muttered a version of "never mind" and sat back down on her bunk. Everything was too familiar, to exact.
Jyn had done this before, been here before. Lived this before. It couldn't be, it must all just be a major case of deja'vu, and she would continue to serve out her sentence until she could find a way to escape. But Cassian, K2, Chirrut, Baze, Bodhi... they were just as tangible to her if not more than Kennel did, snoring across from her.
She settled down, deciding to wait it out. If it was real, she knew what would happen on their way to the worksite. So now there was nothing left to do but wait.