Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone except Myleene, so don't sue. And I'm still not making any
money off of this.
A/N: same as before. ;)
Enter Title of Choice Here
Part 2
by DamiaMulder
"So, this is where you work."
It was a couple of weeks later. Myleene had been out of the hospital for a week, and Wedge was
showing her around base.
"Basically. My office is up a couple of levels, but this is where I spend most of my out-of-cockpit
time."
She'd turned out to be taller than he'd expected; only a couple of centimeters shorter than himself.
Her eyes, which had seemed brown in the dim light of her hospital room, actually turned out to
be a vibrant purple-blue hue. He watched her walk over to a window and look out. She moved
gracefully, like a feline.
She pressed her right hand against the cool transparisteel of the window and stared out at the
Coruscant cityscape. She sensed Wedge come up beside her. She looked over at him and noticed
a smile on his lips. "What's funny?"
"Nothing. It's just that I've gotten used to the hubbub around here. Seeing your expression
reminded me of my first reaction to Coruscant."
"Oh. I don't know if I'd ever get used to it. It's so--"
"Busy?" he asked.
"Crowded," she finished with a flourish of her hands.
"Hello, Commander. Who is this *lovely* lady you're with?"
The pair turned. "Hello, Face." Wedge made introductions. "Garik Loran, meet Myleene Resh.
Myleene, meet Face."
Myleene's lips curled in a soft smile as she held out her hand. Face took it, but instead of shaking
it, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you, Ma'am," he purred.
"Cut the charm, Loran," Wedge growled, the scowl on his face brooking no argument.
"You are an actor?" Myleene asked.
"I was. A very famous one, at that."
"Ah. I used to do a little acting, but I got tired of it rather quickly. I gave it up for other pursuits.
In fact, I believe we've worked together."
"Now that you mention it. . . But that was what, ten, twelve years ago?"
"From what Wedge tells me, it would be about eleven years. I have been rather, mm, how should
I say, out-of-touch this past decade."
"Ah. So you're the lady we discovered on Kylari."
"I suppose so. It was nice seeing you again, Garik." She turned to Wedge. "Shall we get some
lunch? I think I'm about to waste away."
"I don't think that's too likely, but let's go see what the KP has for us." He offered her his arm and
she took it. "See you later, Face."
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The galley actually had some decent food, for once. As they got their trays, Wedge looked around
the dining area. He noticed Wes, Hobbie, and Tycho seated together and decided to take a seat on
the other side of the room. Myleene had already met them and for some reason he didn't feel like
sharing her attention with his friends. He just wanted a nice, quiet lunch, just the two of them.
Which, of course, wasn't to be. Not with Janson involved.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I do believe our beloved Commander has forsaken us," Wes announced dramatically, watching
Wedge and Myleene sit down at a small table across the room. He'd been feeling slighted since
Wedge had begun to monopolize Myleene's time. If she wasn't with the commander, she was
either in her quarters or the gym, working out.
Sure, she'd allowed him to walk her 'home' when he'd found her in the gym, even invited him in
for a cup of caf, but didn't seem interested in his offers of a tour. Now here she was, on a tour
with *Wedge*, having lunch with *Wedge*, it was beginning to grate on him.
He realized he must've let something through the mask of indifference he wore when Hobbie
said, "Don't do it, Wes. Leave them alone."
Tycho had gone up to get seconds, leaving the duo alone at their table.
"I wasn't going to do anything." ~Much,~ he added silently.
"Sure you weren't. Wes, I know that look. It means you're either about to pull a prank or you're
about to kill someone. Or both. Kill somebody while pulling a prank."
"What's this about pulling pranks?" Tycho asked, returning with a full tray.
"Nothing," Wes said quickly. "I'm going to say hi to Wedge and Myleene." He got up and walked
across the dining area.
"I think our resident prankster has a bad case of jealousy," Hobbie said; his normal dour tone
made the words sound like a death knell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"He actually had me going. For a second, I thought we really had an Ewok pilot-candidate."
Myleene laughed lightly, her purple-blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "He sounds so funny, the
way you describe his antics. But every time I talk to him, he seems so serious."
"Wes, *serious*!? That, I'd almost pay to see," Wedge looked surprised. "Usually, he's trying to
pick up every female he can get close to."
"Hi, Commander. Good afternoon, Myleene."
"Wes! Good afternoon to you, too," Myleene responded with genuine warmth. "It's nice to see
you again. We were just talking about you."
"So what lies has Commander Antilles been spreading about me?" Wes said with his usual
mischievous grin.
"Oh, he was telling me about an Ewok pilot named Kettch that was your doing," she said with a
smile.
"You didn't."
"Didn't what, Janson?" Wedge asked.
"Tell her about the mess hall incident."
"What mess hall incident, Wes?" Myleene asked, confused.
"Never mind. It was nothing. Forget I said anything. I was wondering if you'd care to have dinner
with me tonight, Myleene."
Her smile disappeared. "I'd love to, Wes, but I already have other plans tonight. Maybe another
time."
"Plans," he echoed. "With Wedge?"
"Wes, now is not the time."
"Oh? When *will* it be time, O Great One? Tomorrow? The next day? Never?"
"Lieutenant Janson--"
"Perhaps the lady would like a *choice*. Have you thought of *that*?" Wes' voice had risen in
volume so that now the whole dining hall could hear. Tycho and Hobbie began making their way
across the room to come to Wedge's aid.
"Stop!" Myleene stood abruptly, shaking the table and sending her chair flying. "Stop fighting,
please. You're supposed to be friends!" And so saying, she fled back to her quarters, hair flying
behind her, such was the speed of her exit.
"Myleene!" Wedge started after her, but was stopped by the look on Tycho's face.
"You two, come with me. Hobbie, see if you can calm her down. I'll deal with these two."
Like a flash, Hobbie was out the door and following Myleene's trail. It wasn't difficult to figure
out where she'd been. Surprised Rogues and Wraiths exclaimed over her passage. Many asked
Hobbie what had happened, but he didn't stop to answer their inquiries. He was on a mission.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
money off of this.
A/N: same as before. ;)
Enter Title of Choice Here
Part 2
by DamiaMulder
"So, this is where you work."
It was a couple of weeks later. Myleene had been out of the hospital for a week, and Wedge was
showing her around base.
"Basically. My office is up a couple of levels, but this is where I spend most of my out-of-cockpit
time."
She'd turned out to be taller than he'd expected; only a couple of centimeters shorter than himself.
Her eyes, which had seemed brown in the dim light of her hospital room, actually turned out to
be a vibrant purple-blue hue. He watched her walk over to a window and look out. She moved
gracefully, like a feline.
She pressed her right hand against the cool transparisteel of the window and stared out at the
Coruscant cityscape. She sensed Wedge come up beside her. She looked over at him and noticed
a smile on his lips. "What's funny?"
"Nothing. It's just that I've gotten used to the hubbub around here. Seeing your expression
reminded me of my first reaction to Coruscant."
"Oh. I don't know if I'd ever get used to it. It's so--"
"Busy?" he asked.
"Crowded," she finished with a flourish of her hands.
"Hello, Commander. Who is this *lovely* lady you're with?"
The pair turned. "Hello, Face." Wedge made introductions. "Garik Loran, meet Myleene Resh.
Myleene, meet Face."
Myleene's lips curled in a soft smile as she held out her hand. Face took it, but instead of shaking
it, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you, Ma'am," he purred.
"Cut the charm, Loran," Wedge growled, the scowl on his face brooking no argument.
"You are an actor?" Myleene asked.
"I was. A very famous one, at that."
"Ah. I used to do a little acting, but I got tired of it rather quickly. I gave it up for other pursuits.
In fact, I believe we've worked together."
"Now that you mention it. . . But that was what, ten, twelve years ago?"
"From what Wedge tells me, it would be about eleven years. I have been rather, mm, how should
I say, out-of-touch this past decade."
"Ah. So you're the lady we discovered on Kylari."
"I suppose so. It was nice seeing you again, Garik." She turned to Wedge. "Shall we get some
lunch? I think I'm about to waste away."
"I don't think that's too likely, but let's go see what the KP has for us." He offered her his arm and
she took it. "See you later, Face."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The galley actually had some decent food, for once. As they got their trays, Wedge looked around
the dining area. He noticed Wes, Hobbie, and Tycho seated together and decided to take a seat on
the other side of the room. Myleene had already met them and for some reason he didn't feel like
sharing her attention with his friends. He just wanted a nice, quiet lunch, just the two of them.
Which, of course, wasn't to be. Not with Janson involved.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I do believe our beloved Commander has forsaken us," Wes announced dramatically, watching
Wedge and Myleene sit down at a small table across the room. He'd been feeling slighted since
Wedge had begun to monopolize Myleene's time. If she wasn't with the commander, she was
either in her quarters or the gym, working out.
Sure, she'd allowed him to walk her 'home' when he'd found her in the gym, even invited him in
for a cup of caf, but didn't seem interested in his offers of a tour. Now here she was, on a tour
with *Wedge*, having lunch with *Wedge*, it was beginning to grate on him.
He realized he must've let something through the mask of indifference he wore when Hobbie
said, "Don't do it, Wes. Leave them alone."
Tycho had gone up to get seconds, leaving the duo alone at their table.
"I wasn't going to do anything." ~Much,~ he added silently.
"Sure you weren't. Wes, I know that look. It means you're either about to pull a prank or you're
about to kill someone. Or both. Kill somebody while pulling a prank."
"What's this about pulling pranks?" Tycho asked, returning with a full tray.
"Nothing," Wes said quickly. "I'm going to say hi to Wedge and Myleene." He got up and walked
across the dining area.
"I think our resident prankster has a bad case of jealousy," Hobbie said; his normal dour tone
made the words sound like a death knell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"He actually had me going. For a second, I thought we really had an Ewok pilot-candidate."
Myleene laughed lightly, her purple-blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "He sounds so funny, the
way you describe his antics. But every time I talk to him, he seems so serious."
"Wes, *serious*!? That, I'd almost pay to see," Wedge looked surprised. "Usually, he's trying to
pick up every female he can get close to."
"Hi, Commander. Good afternoon, Myleene."
"Wes! Good afternoon to you, too," Myleene responded with genuine warmth. "It's nice to see
you again. We were just talking about you."
"So what lies has Commander Antilles been spreading about me?" Wes said with his usual
mischievous grin.
"Oh, he was telling me about an Ewok pilot named Kettch that was your doing," she said with a
smile.
"You didn't."
"Didn't what, Janson?" Wedge asked.
"Tell her about the mess hall incident."
"What mess hall incident, Wes?" Myleene asked, confused.
"Never mind. It was nothing. Forget I said anything. I was wondering if you'd care to have dinner
with me tonight, Myleene."
Her smile disappeared. "I'd love to, Wes, but I already have other plans tonight. Maybe another
time."
"Plans," he echoed. "With Wedge?"
"Wes, now is not the time."
"Oh? When *will* it be time, O Great One? Tomorrow? The next day? Never?"
"Lieutenant Janson--"
"Perhaps the lady would like a *choice*. Have you thought of *that*?" Wes' voice had risen in
volume so that now the whole dining hall could hear. Tycho and Hobbie began making their way
across the room to come to Wedge's aid.
"Stop!" Myleene stood abruptly, shaking the table and sending her chair flying. "Stop fighting,
please. You're supposed to be friends!" And so saying, she fled back to her quarters, hair flying
behind her, such was the speed of her exit.
"Myleene!" Wedge started after her, but was stopped by the look on Tycho's face.
"You two, come with me. Hobbie, see if you can calm her down. I'll deal with these two."
Like a flash, Hobbie was out the door and following Myleene's trail. It wasn't difficult to figure
out where she'd been. Surprised Rogues and Wraiths exclaimed over her passage. Many asked
Hobbie what had happened, but he didn't stop to answer their inquiries. He was on a mission.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
