Summary: A cute little peek into the private life of the Barsen'thor and her Sith lover.

Prompt: "I know you didn't ask for this."
Word Count: 394
Characters: Notiac Carlo/Lana Beniko

Rated G


Odessen
New Arrivals Receiving Bay

It didn't matter that Notiac Carlo had been born without eyes, she could see clearer than most. Waves of anxiety rippled through the Odessen base like a current, buffeting her through the Force. Though unpleasant, Notiac had learned years ago to push through the guilt of infidelity, thievery, and dishonesty to see into the heart of the person she focused on. It was a grueling task, but one she'd volunteered for when the Alliance had first approached her about joining.

A hand settled on Notiac's shoulder, startling her from the brooding soul of a man who'd fake his own death to get out of a bad marriage. He was harmless enough, just a coward when it came to the woman he'd left behind. Personally, Notiac wondered at the lengths some would go to simply to avoid confrontation.

"Is it time already?" Notiac asked with a yawn. Her voice sounded hoarse, though she hadn't been the one speaking. That job was left to Vector, while she sifted through the truth of their replies.

"Past time," Lana answered with a hint of concern in her voice.

Notiac breathed deeply the scent that was uniquely Lana, a bouquet of lavender and spice. Peace settled over Notiac as she withdrew from those around her and focused on a single point.

"I know you didn't ask for this," Lana began, taking Notiac by the hand and pulling her away from the new arrivals. "If you need to take some time…" Her words trailed off with the knowledge of what answer they'd provoke.

"I'll take a vacation when you do," Notiac answered, looping her arm through Lana's. The Sith had become her lighthouse, a beacon of safety in the stormy sea of emotions that permeated a war. "Perhaps we'll go together."

Lana patted Notiac's hand, and she could sense the other woman's smile. It warmed her from the inside. How strange to find such solace with a Sith. But then, Lana never lied–omitted, sure–but she didn't mislead for her own gain. There was always the greater picture. Much like Notiac.

"Yes," Lana finally added, her voice distant, like she was already visiting warm beaches or cuddled in front of a crackling fire. "The two of us, as soon as the war is ended."

"Then it's set," Notiac smiled, giving the Sith's arm a light squeeze. "Once the war is ended."