Author's Note: The only thing that belongs to me is my OC Christianna. All other characters, and the timeline the story follows, belong to Disney now I suppose.

Italicized sentences will be the 'telepathy' talking between the couple.

"You're here, aren't you? On Yavin 4."

Bodhi sighed softly and opened his eyes, feeling conflicted to have heard from her. Happy, for the first time, she had spoke to him first. But, he didn't deserve such a comfort, such a warmth in his life. Not after what had happened...

"There's rumors of you everywhere. The pilot. The defector pilot who delivered information to the rebellion that could save the entire universe. Information to destroy the planet killer. You're a hero."

He smiled sadly, he certainly didn't feel like a hero. Not after watching his home, or all he knew as one, be destroyed.

"I'm no hero, surely you know that. Jedha. It's gone. All gone. All those innocent lives. I was too late."

"Bodhi. Bodhi I'm so sorry about Jedha. There's nothing I can say, nothing I can do to help. But you, think of all the planets to come. All the places and people the Empire would destroy. You, you prevented so many innocent deaths."

"Not yet I haven't. The Death Star. It's still out there."

Silence fell upon them; a sad, almost painful one. Worry filling the space between their minds.

"You're going, aren't you? They're having a meeting now, about going... somewhere. I don't know. But regardless, you're leaving."

"I'm sorry, but I have to. I have to finish what I started."

"But I never got to meet you."

The sadness in her crashed into him like a wave upon the sand. He met it with reassurance, no way was he going to fail now.

"If you think a simple data extraction mission will take me down now, you're wrong. Especially if you're going to give me the opportunity to meet you when I return. Which, speaking of, you owe me something."

He started to beam, closing his eyes though he didn't know why. His heart beat faster as this was a moment he had waited for for so long. Anticipation filing him as each second of silence felt like a lifetime.

"Christianna. My name, it's Christianna. Chrissy for short, if you want."

"Christianna."

He repeated her name more times than he could count, almost like a chant, but as barely a whisper. Allowing it to fill him up like Chirrut with his faith in the force.

"Christianna. Beautiful. Christianna. Chrissy. I still prefer 'love'."

"Bodhi."

He chuckled to himself, she scolded him, though it was so obviously a playful gesture. One he could certainly get use to, and at a better time, provoke.

"I told you, warned you, that I was going to do something else. Now you have to make me a deal. If you want me to come back."

Of course, he still planned to no matter what. Along with finding her on this rebel planet. But it'd be so much more rewarding if she agreed, if it wasn't an accident. Because she chose to.

"I... I don't like bartering for your life."

"Then don't. I'm coming back, no matter what it takes. But, it would mean the world and more to me, if I could meet you when I returned."

He expected the silence this time, expected her to muse over everything that had just been spoken between them.

"You make it back, you make it back to Yavin 4 Bodhi Rook. I... I'm not going to try to reach you. I don't want to distract you in any way. Just please, please. Please come back."

"I will. For the first time in so long, I have a reason. A reason to live, a reason to want to wake up in the morning, to do all that I do no matter how hard it may be. Nothing, nothing will stop me."

He was as reassuring and confident as he could possibly be in that moment. Taking the time to glance around him. Chaos, that was a good word. Dozens of people running around, loading weapons and supplies onto the ship. The ship that they were practically stealing from the rebellion, since the council hadn't agreed to this mission.

Just keep the engine running Bodhi, that's all you have to do. The only way out. That's what Cassian had called him.

Soft crying, he could hear it as if she was right next to him. Wrapped tightly in his arms. But she wasn't, the air was empty.

"Chrissy. You're my cause, my guiding light, please don't cry. When I need a moment of strength, I don't want to remember your tears. Please?"

He slowly boarded the ship when it was time, surprised to find not one ounce of fear inside himself. Realizing how much he'd changed, and wishing he had listened to his heart sooner.

"I... I love you. You remember that."

He gasped, faltering with the straps of his seat as he tried to buckle up. His eyes widening as he tried to think of all the possibilities of what she could have said, besides that. Trying to assure himself that's what she really said.

"C-chrissy. Chrissy?"

Nothing. He felt that silence, the one he'd known for years, the one that told him she wasn't planning on talking any time soon. But this time, it didn't break his heart, it empowered it.

"I'm telling you in person. And that's my promise."

Bodhi's eyes had never been so wide, shock, that's what the nurses had called it. He was scheduled and required to see a therapist until they found him to be fit enough to return to work. They were all that way though, everyone who had been in the battle on Scarif. Though not all were as lucky as he; he had lived.

It'd been days since his last conversation with Christianna, but he felt her at times. The connection between them suddenly becoming stronger, though she never said anything. He took it as reassurance, as a reminder. She was still there.

He blinked slowly and looked around his quarters, his rooms provided to him as an active member of the rebellion. He felt numb to all of that though. He was just trying to adjust to not having his life in danger for the first time since he left Eadu. But mostly, he just wanted to be with her, and he now had the perfect opportunity.

"Christianna."

"Bodhi!"

Her voice came suddenly, almost frantic. Proving to him that she'd literally been waiting to hear from him. Knowing that she was here on Yavin, thus she had to have heard of the missions success, and the return of those who had set out on it.

"Mon Mothma. She's organizing an event, an awards ceremony, and a party to follow. That's... that's where I'd like to meet you."

He chose it because it was public, and she had always been so reserved about him, he didn't want her to feel cornered. But it was also good because he didn't feel like a hero. Medals? He didn't deserve them. Cassian sure, but he'd worked for the alliance practically since he could walk.

"Alright. I will be there."

He sighed and closed his eyes, releasing a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding. Relief washing over him as he was suddenly quite eager to be branded as a hero. By the force, he had to get a proper suit for such a thing!

His fingers twitched as he felt anxious now. A mixture of eagerness to meet her, and nervousness for the same reason. What if she didn't like him? Sure, soulmate, but that didn't automatically make someone truly like you. He wasn't so handsome, nor brave and brilliant like his comrades. What would make him well enough for her?

"Bodhi I will be there. I promise. What color should I wear? To... limit the number of women you will be looking at to try and find me."

"I do not care. Nothing you wear will make a difference. I will know it's you, because it's you. Not because of the color you wear."

"Could you at least attempt to keep from making me melt into a puddle, until we met?"

The slightest of smirks cross his face and his eyes sparkled. Yes, he was a changed man now. No more scared and useless pilot this way. He was a warrior, different from his friends, but still.

"No."

And that was that.