Disclaimer: I don't own the Rogues and Wraiths, though I really wish I did. Especially a certain
Leader. . . *grins dementedly* Anyway, I'm not making any money off of this, though, again, I
really wish I was. Its just for my enjoyment. Yours, too, IF you decide to do so. . . Enjoy it, that
is.

Author's Note: Thoughts in ~ ~, emphasized and/or italicized things in * *. As always. I wrote
this story at about 3 a.m., so if it sucks, blame my sleep-deprived mind. *smacks forehead* Oh,
yeah. Before I forget again, Myleene is pronounced Mi-LEE-nuh. ;)

Enter Title of Choice Here
by DamiaMulder


"Hey, Commander! You might want to look at this," Lieutenant Wes Janson called across the
dilapidated hangar on the recently liberated world of Kylari.

"What did you find, Wes?" Wedge Antilles asked as he trotted over.

Janson gestured to a silver-gray block half-buried in rubble. "This." He moved a fallen beam and
revealed a blinking instrument panel on the side of the block. Further excavation revealed the
lower half of a pair of legs encased in the block.

"Carbonite," Wedge breathed. "Someone frozen in carbonite." He waved over a team of diggers,
who proceeded to extract the block of carbonite from the rubble. What it held shocked the pilots.
The face in the carbonite was that of a striking young woman.

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"How is she?" Wedge asked for the thousandth time, not really expecting an answer since he
hadn't gotten a response yet.

This time, however, the medical technician turned to him and said, "She's responding well to
treatment for her injuries. It's a good thing you didn't pull her out of the carbonite til you brought
her here. She may not have survived.

"Anyway, you'll be pleased to hear she should be fully healed in a few days. Right now she's
resting between bacta dips. But she hasn't regained consciousness yet. It's probably nothing to
worry about."

"I'd like to know when she wakes. Any idea on how long she'd been frozen?"

"Well, I'd say about a decade, since that's how old the carbonite is, give or take a year or so. And
don't worry. I'll inform you as soon as she's awake."

"Thank you." He turned and headed for the cafeteria, where Janson, Hobbie, and Tycho waited,
cups of caf in hand. After grabbing himself a cup, he reported to his friends.

"She's still not awake, but she's responding well to the bacta. The tech said she should be fully
healed in a few days."

Janson relaxed visibly, obviously relieved. "They'll let us know when she's awake, right?" he
asked.

"Yeah." Wedge scrubbed a hand across his face and suppressed a yawn. It had been a long day.

Tycho noticed the exhaustion on Wedge's face and said, "Boss, go get some sleep. You need it."
Immediately after he spoke, he had to suppress a yawn of his own. "Who am I kidding? We all
need it. See you tomorrow."

They all headed back to their quarters. An hour later, Wedge found back at the hospital, unable
to sleep.

"She's still unconscious, Commander. You should probably get some sleep. You look tired."

Wedge looked up. It was the same tech from before. "Can I see her?" He didn't know why, but he
felt drawn to the woman they'd found.

"Well, uh, I guess you can. She's in room four. You know where it is?"

"I'll manage. Again, thank you."

"No problem, sir. If she wakes up while you're there, call for one of the staff."

"I will."

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He stared down at the delicate figure lying on the bed in front of him. Her long, curly black hair
was fanned out on the white pillow, making for a marked contrast. Thin brows arched elegantly
over her closed, almond-shaped eyes. Her rich olive skin was drawn taut over high cheekbones.
Red, full lips were slightly parted. ~All in all~, he thought, ~she looks like an expensive glass
doll.~ He found himself wondering what color her eyes were.

His hand stretched out to brush a stray lock off her high forehead. As he drew his hand back, he
brushed it lightly across her cheek and firmly tamped down a sudden urge to kiss her. He thought
he saw her eyelids move and paused, willing her to wake up. But she slept on.

~Why do I feel this way?~ he asked himself. ~I don't even know who she is, what her name is.~
He pulled the room's only chair up to her bedside and sat, trying to sort out his confused
emotions.

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"Anya."

The whisper brought him out of his doze and he looked up to see where it had come from. No
one else was in the room, so he looked at the figure on the bed beside him.

At first glance, it looked like she was still out, then her eyelids moved ever so slightly and the
whisper came again. "Anya."

Wedge pressed a button on the wall at the head of the bed as he rose, summoning a staff
member. "You're awake," he said to the woman, his own voice a whisper.

She turned her head toward the sound of his voice. Her eyes were still mostly closed, even in the
dim light of the room. She licked her lips to moisten them, as they had dried out, and spoke
again: "Where am I?" She still whispered, but her accent was unmistakable; she was Corellian.

"You're in a hospital on Coruscant. You're safe now."

"Coruscant," she repeated. "Who are you?"

"My name is Wedge Antilles. I command two X-wing squads based near here. We found you
frozen in carbonite on a planet called Kylari and brought you here for medical attention."

The room's door opened and the med-tech walked in. "She's awake?" he asked Wedge, who
nodded confirmation. "This is good. How are you feeling, my lady?"

"Like the fourth day of a three-day pass," she quipped. "Could I have some water?"

"Of course." The tech moved to fetch a glass, but Wedge beat him to it.

After a few sips, the woman settled back onto the bed and spoke: "I suppose you're wondering
who I am." At their nods, she continued. "My name is Myleene Resh. And before you ask, no I
don't know what I was doing on Kylari. I'd never even heard of it til today."

"If you don't mind my asking," Wedge began, "who is Anya?"

"What?"

"Anya. Who is it? You called that name when you woke up."

"Oh. Anya is my sister, my twin, my best friend. Or rather, she was. She was killed protecting
me in a lightfight. Touchy subject. Let's not go there." She winced suddenly, but waved off the
med-tech. "Just a headache. Nothing I can't handle."

"I need to check on your injuries, Miss Resh, make sure they're healing properly. Then I want
you to get some more sleep," the tech instructed, and Wedge was effectively pushed out of the
conversation.

He looked again at his mystery woman and made a silent promise to come back, then headed for
Janson's quarters. The lieutenant had made it clear that he'd wanted to be informed when 'his
woman', as he'd jokingly referred to her as, woke.

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"Sithspit, Wedge! Do you know what time it is?" Janson complained.

"No, actually I don't. I just came by to tell you that she woke up."

"Wedge, it's four in the morning. And I was having a great dream. . ." He trailed off as Wedge's
words sunk in. "She woke up?"

"That's what I just said. Now are you done playing a mountain and echoing what I say?"

Wes gave his CO a nasty look. "I wanna go see her."

"Tomorrow, Wes. The doc won't let you in." He rubbed his left eye and half-yawned. "Actually,
I guess I should say later today."

"Wedge, have you had any sleep?"

"Not much," he admitted. "What little I got was sitting up by her bedside."

"You stayed with her til she woke up? Hey, did you get her name?"

"Yeah. And yeah. Myleene Resh. She's Corellian."

"Great. Just what we need. Another Corellian," Wes joked.

"As a fair, broad-minded officer, I should probably ignore that. But as a Corellian, I'll manage
some sort of revenge," Wedge said, grinning lopsidedly.

"Where have I heard that before? Oh, yeah. Right before you formed Wraith Squadron. And that
Kettch thing should make up for everything I've ever done or will ever do to you."

"Yeah, right. Well, go back to sleep, Wes. Good night."

"No, good morning." Wes grinned.

"Whatever."

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