Jyn ducked and kept perfectly still behind the steel container as the blaster fire passed chillingly close. She had to make a split-second decision for a chance to make it out of the industrial dump alive. She took one quick breath before reaching for her only grenade, switching it on, and blindly throwing it back, her aim guided by instinct. She ran in the opposite direction, and was able to make it behind the next container before the force of the explosion knocked her off the ground and deafened her. If she was injured, but she would have to deal with that later. Right now she had to put it all into running towards the wooded patch where Cassian and her had hidden their ship. She had absolutely no sense of whether someone or something was behind her - she couldn't hear or see anything amidst the smoke. All she could do was run, and hope that Cassian made it too.

She made it to the ship, and she tried not to panic when she found the engines already running, but no Cassian. He suddenly stumbled in, clutching his blood-drenched left arm, a satchel strapped across his chest.

"I'm ok. I got it. GO! NOW!", he yelled, as he gestured with his blood-shot eyes for her to take the cockpit. It was no use pointing out that she had never actually piloted that kind of ship. She mentally recapped what she'd seen Cassian do, along with a general mnemonic for launches that Bodhi had taught a few days back at the flight school.

"Set the GX to high. Don't default on anything 'til we're out of the system. Look out for non-standard registers on the radar." He struggled to get the last words out before crumbling on the floor, unconscious.

"Cassian!" Jyn jumped up, but realized she couldn't leave the controls at the moment if they were going to make it out. He had said "I'm ok" and "Go now", so she had to trust that's what Cassian had prioritized, even with his injury. Her heart dropped to her stomach when the alarm warned her of atmospheric disturbances fast approaching. GX to high, she reminded herself, and breathed out a little relief.

As soon as the system limits were behind them, she fixed course and speed. She ran to examine Cassian's arm, and realized he had already tied a cloth around it to stop the bleeding. She extracted a bacta pill from her front vest pocket, pulverized it against the ground with the end of her blaster, mixed it with the few drops of water left in her canteen, grabbed Cassian's head and forced him to swallow. "Come on, Cass", she muttered as she held him in her lap and watched for any change. Finally, he winced in pain before opening his eyes, which quickly turned panicked and inquiring.

"Hey. It's ok. We're out", she whispered.

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A few weeks after their narrow escape from their intelligence mission, Cassian's arm wasn't quite healed, but he was back to training - no pesky medics in Finin to stop him. Everyday, Bodhi and him got up at dawn and stepped outside their cabin for their respective workouts. Cassian focused on strength and military combat, while Bodhi focused on martial arts and meditation. Jyn was just as systematic with her training (it was ingrained in her since her childhood with Saw Guerrera - it had kept her alive and sane both in and out of prison); but there was no way she was getting up at dawn without good reason. Not now that they lived out of base and were free to make their own hours.

As Cassian went through his first few reps, his mind started to wander. He couldn't believe it was just a couple of months ago that Jyn, Bodhi and him had been with Thera, just enjoying themselves, lulled into a false sense of security in their new post in Finin; and now, because of him, they were all dealing with a fresh batch of PTSD after the mission. He wanted to think it had nothing to do with him letting his guard down like some rookie. Him, the mission captain, in charge of intelligence and security. In charge of keeping Jyn and Bodhi safe. Kriff. At least the Finin post itself hadn't been compromised.

Cassian lost count of his push ups and kept going in deeper and deeper. Training hard helped him feel like he had control over things. He also needed the hurt, and he had promised himself he wouldn't cut anymore after their wedding.

Meanwhile, Bodhi elegantly shifted from pose to pose, apparently unfazed, but he could clearly see through Cassian's channeled distress. It pained him to see him like this, and frankly scared him a little, too. He knew Cassian would always be at some risk of self-harm. Also, Bodhi could sometimes see glimpses of the assassin in Cassian. Even though Bodhi knew he would never kill gratuitously, it was still chilling to feel the force flowing darkly around Cassian, like Chirrut had put it when he had sensed the captain was about to kill Galen back in Eadu.

Cassian finished his last set and cleared sweat from his face with his shirt. On his way back inside, he softened his expression for a second, and ever so slightly touched Bodhi's lower lip in passing. Bodhi froze in his pose and felt his cock twitch. As he watched Cassian go back inside, Bodhi shook his head and chuckled to himself as he tried to focus back on his form.