Author's Note (May 20, 2013): I'm working my way through Chapter 3 now, and I know that the Quinncident happens. I have no idea about the details of it, just that it exists. Unfortunately, I've got such a crush on the character that the wait is making it hard for me to sleep at night. Hence the story.
Yashiira wakes in a cold sweat. She looks around her quarters, but everything is in order. Malavai is laying quietly at her side. As she gazes down on her husband's sleeping form, she's filled with inexplicable anger.
It doesn't make any sense. Quinn is the most loyal, dedicated, efficient man she has known. He even made up timetables to help their attempts to get pregnant. Not that she has stuck to them, exactly. His insistence of saying, "I'm ready, my lord," every morning before departing the ship usually delayed them an extra half hour.
Lieutenant Pierce wasn't helping matters either. She had never shown interest in the man, but he insisted privately to her that the Captain was "holding them back." Then there was the study he had given to Malavai, claiming that a Sith married to a non-Sith had a 210% increased likelihood of infidelity, while their spouses had a 32% higher mortality rate. Next time she talked to Pierce, she'd make it clear he had a 32% higher mortality rate from that little stunt.
Still, she couldn't get past the feeling that something was wrong. She also couldn't believe that Quinn would ever do anything to cause this unease in her heart. For now, she was stuck. If the unease had been about anyone else, even another of her crew, she would just force the truth from them… or kill them trying. She couldn't do that to her Captain, however. So she waited.
Stars, did she hate waiting.