Title: Old times
Rating: G
Timeline: Set sometime after Starfighters of Adumar
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars nor the characters contained within this story. I write for amusement only.
Summary: Significant others can be such a tease. Corran and Iella, just like old times.
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OLD TIMES
"Do you miss it?" she asks him one night, her fingers fiddling idly with the hair on his chest.
"Miss what?"
"Your old life. Corsec, hunting criminals, gallivanting around the galaxy with Iella. Things like that. Do you ever miss it?"
He gives her an odd look, both curious and pensive before answering.
"Yes and no. I guess there'll always be a part of me that misses the Corsec life, especially working with Iella, but for the most part I see it as something that's of - and belongs in - the past. Perhaps one day I'll see things differently and maybe even want to go back, but what I have right now - the new republic, the rogues, you - I can't imagine anything else, nor do I want it."
Mirax smiles at him and winks as she rolls over, saying causally as she steals his blankets "Good, so won't be interested in the latest Corellian case the NRI is trying to crack?"
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"Do you miss it" He asks casually as they sunbathe on brightly coloured beach chairs, enjoying a rare moment of down time away from the duties of the new republic.
"Miss what, exactly?"
"Oh you know, the 'old days' as you so love to call them."
"Do you mean Corsec?"
He nods.
She gives the questions several minutes' thought before answering, and her silence tells him that its a subject on which she's ruminated in the past, likely in great depth.
"I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss it." She says at length "But I wouldn't really want to go back to it either. Since Corran and I were forced to leave, so many things have happened and changed. The Diktat, the Empire, Gil Bastra's and Kirtan Loor's deaths, Rogue Squadron, joining the New Republic, meeting you... The point is, there's no way to go back to the way things were before. Certainly, I miss the old days at times, but I don't really think - if the chance were somehow presented to me - that I could go back knowing what I do now. Does that make sense?"
Wedge nods at her. "Makes perfect sense. And given that most eloquent statement you just made, would I be correct then, in assuming that you're not interested in taking on a Corsec-collaborative case for the NRI?"
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"So, remind me again how we got roped into this?" Corran shoots a glare to the woman squashed next to him under the shrub, accidentally elbowing her as he shifts on the spot, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position.
She grins. "Something to do with our significant others conspiring against us, I believe."
Corran sighs and rolls his eyes. "We should really stop letting those two 'catch up' as they so nicely put it. It always ends badly for us."
Iella grins once again and nudges him good-naturedly. "Ah Corran, lighten up. It'll be just like old times, my good friend. Just like old times."
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A/N: Thanks for reading! I adore the Rogues and couldn't help it when this little piece popped into my head (although I fully blame talonlee for starting the conversation on how there should be more Ielle/Corran backstory type fics).
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