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 in part 1. ;)
Enter Title of Choice Here
Part 3
by DamiaMulder
"What the Sith was that all about?" Tycho had relocated the conversation to his office. He hoped
Hobbie was having better luck than he was. Neither Wedge nor Wes spoke. They just sat in
chairs on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other. "Wedge, I know I can't order you to
talk, but I'm asking, as a friend, what that was all about." True to his Corellian nature, Wedge
stayed stubbornly silent.
"You know, Hobbie told me that you, Wes, had a bad case of jealousy. At first, I didn't want to
believe him, but it looks like he was right. I'm just glad we caught you two before you came to
blows." He sighed and sat in his chair. He looked at the two men in front of him and barked out a
laugh.
It startled them into simultaneous response: "What?"
"Looking at you two sitting there, glaring laser bolts at each other, reminds me of a pair of
squabbling children separated by a parent.
"Okay. You know what? *I'm* going to tell *you* what happened. Feel free to correct me if I'm
wrong." Neither man spoke, so Tycho continued.
"Wes found her, so I guess he feels like he has some sort of claim on her. But since Wedge was
there when she first woke up, she automatically latched on to him. There begins the jealousy."
"It's not only that. It's like he doesn't want her around me. At all. Period. Every time I see her,
she's either with Wedge or in the gym working out. I don't know why, but I get this weird feeling
every time she's around. I try to stay on my best behavior so maybe she'll like me." Wes lapsed
back into silence, but his malevolent glare was gone.
"Maybe you should actually be your annoying self and let her shoot you down."
"He speaks!" Wes hopped in his seat and clapped happily, acting his maturity level.
"I rest my case." Wedge leaned back in his seat and casually crossed his arms. "She told me just
before you came over that you were always so serious around her. Maybe you should loosen up.
That is, if she ever wants to see either of us again." He ran a hand through his brown hair and
laughed. "I can't believe I'm telling you to loosen up. I never thought I'd have to; you're always
joking around and pulling pranks."
"Yeah," Wes laughed. "We kind of blew it, didn't we?" He scooted his chair closer to Wedge's
and stuck out his hand. "Truce?"
Wedge examined the proffered hand suspiciously, half expecting a prank. Satisfied that there was
nothing in or on it, he clasped his friend's hand. "Sorry."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hobbie tugged on the hem of his tunic, vainly attempting to straighten the rumpled fabric.
Disgustedly, he gave up on it and tried to regain his composure, not to mention his breath.
Finally, he rang the door chime.
No answer.
He rang again, and this time got a muffled "Who is it?"
"It's Hobbie, Myleene. Can I come in? I need to talk to you." He stood outside her door, fidgeting
while he waited for her answer. He was about to call again when the door slid silently open.
He stepped inside just enough that the door would close and looked around for the Corellian
woman. He finally spotted her in a far corner of the main room, huddled against the wall. She
clutched a fuzzy, indistinct shape to her chest.
"Myleene, are you all right?" ~Stupid question, Klivian. Of course she's not all right.~ "Um,
would you like to talk? You don't have to, of course. I just thought you might. . ." She began
shaking as he spoke, her face buried in what he now realized was some sort of stuffed toy.
"Myleene?"
He moved closer, then sat down on the floor in front of her and laid a hand on her shoulder. It
was about then that he realized she was laughing, not crying as he'd thought. "What's funny?"
She lifted her head and swiped at her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. You just sounded so utterly
uncomfortable talking to me. I guess someone sent you to cheer me up."
"Tycho," he agreed.
"Thought so. Do you know why they were fighting?"
"I think Wes is jealous," he replied.
"Why?"
"I don't know. Only Wes could tell you that. Maybe it's because he found you on Kylari."
"*Wes* found me? I didn't know. I guess I owe him."
"Let him hear you say that and he'll use it against you for the rest of your life. Trust me, I know
from painful experience."
She laughed again and wiped tears from her face. As she did so, Hobbie got a good look at the
toy she held.
"Is that a bantha?"
"Yeah. I guess its name is 'Bamfa'. I saw it in Wedge's apartment and thought it was the cutest
thing. He let me borrow it." She clapped a hand over her mouth and looked around guiltily.
"Oops. Don't tell him you know about it. I got the feeling that *no one* knows about it."
"I promise. On my honor as a Rogue and your friend. I won't tell a soul."
"Good. I, on the other hand, have plans for 'Bamfa' to meet a certain blond captain." And she
gave a demented-Ewok grin that he thought only Wes had mastered. "Okay, think Wedge and
Wes have had enough time to cool down?"
"I hope so."
"So do I. Well, shall we go find them?"
"Sure. And Tycho's probably relocated to his office," Hobbie said, getting to his feet.
"Then let's go." She got up and set the stuffed bantha on the couch.
"Can I make a small suggestion?"
"Go ahead."
"Stay away from Wes. You two could be hazardous to the rest of our health."
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money off of this.
A/N: Same as in part 1. ;)
Enter Title of Choice Here
Part 3
by DamiaMulder
"What the Sith was that all about?" Tycho had relocated the conversation to his office. He hoped
Hobbie was having better luck than he was. Neither Wedge nor Wes spoke. They just sat in
chairs on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other. "Wedge, I know I can't order you to
talk, but I'm asking, as a friend, what that was all about." True to his Corellian nature, Wedge
stayed stubbornly silent.
"You know, Hobbie told me that you, Wes, had a bad case of jealousy. At first, I didn't want to
believe him, but it looks like he was right. I'm just glad we caught you two before you came to
blows." He sighed and sat in his chair. He looked at the two men in front of him and barked out a
laugh.
It startled them into simultaneous response: "What?"
"Looking at you two sitting there, glaring laser bolts at each other, reminds me of a pair of
squabbling children separated by a parent.
"Okay. You know what? *I'm* going to tell *you* what happened. Feel free to correct me if I'm
wrong." Neither man spoke, so Tycho continued.
"Wes found her, so I guess he feels like he has some sort of claim on her. But since Wedge was
there when she first woke up, she automatically latched on to him. There begins the jealousy."
"It's not only that. It's like he doesn't want her around me. At all. Period. Every time I see her,
she's either with Wedge or in the gym working out. I don't know why, but I get this weird feeling
every time she's around. I try to stay on my best behavior so maybe she'll like me." Wes lapsed
back into silence, but his malevolent glare was gone.
"Maybe you should actually be your annoying self and let her shoot you down."
"He speaks!" Wes hopped in his seat and clapped happily, acting his maturity level.
"I rest my case." Wedge leaned back in his seat and casually crossed his arms. "She told me just
before you came over that you were always so serious around her. Maybe you should loosen up.
That is, if she ever wants to see either of us again." He ran a hand through his brown hair and
laughed. "I can't believe I'm telling you to loosen up. I never thought I'd have to; you're always
joking around and pulling pranks."
"Yeah," Wes laughed. "We kind of blew it, didn't we?" He scooted his chair closer to Wedge's
and stuck out his hand. "Truce?"
Wedge examined the proffered hand suspiciously, half expecting a prank. Satisfied that there was
nothing in or on it, he clasped his friend's hand. "Sorry."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hobbie tugged on the hem of his tunic, vainly attempting to straighten the rumpled fabric.
Disgustedly, he gave up on it and tried to regain his composure, not to mention his breath.
Finally, he rang the door chime.
No answer.
He rang again, and this time got a muffled "Who is it?"
"It's Hobbie, Myleene. Can I come in? I need to talk to you." He stood outside her door, fidgeting
while he waited for her answer. He was about to call again when the door slid silently open.
He stepped inside just enough that the door would close and looked around for the Corellian
woman. He finally spotted her in a far corner of the main room, huddled against the wall. She
clutched a fuzzy, indistinct shape to her chest.
"Myleene, are you all right?" ~Stupid question, Klivian. Of course she's not all right.~ "Um,
would you like to talk? You don't have to, of course. I just thought you might. . ." She began
shaking as he spoke, her face buried in what he now realized was some sort of stuffed toy.
"Myleene?"
He moved closer, then sat down on the floor in front of her and laid a hand on her shoulder. It
was about then that he realized she was laughing, not crying as he'd thought. "What's funny?"
She lifted her head and swiped at her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. You just sounded so utterly
uncomfortable talking to me. I guess someone sent you to cheer me up."
"Tycho," he agreed.
"Thought so. Do you know why they were fighting?"
"I think Wes is jealous," he replied.
"Why?"
"I don't know. Only Wes could tell you that. Maybe it's because he found you on Kylari."
"*Wes* found me? I didn't know. I guess I owe him."
"Let him hear you say that and he'll use it against you for the rest of your life. Trust me, I know
from painful experience."
She laughed again and wiped tears from her face. As she did so, Hobbie got a good look at the
toy she held.
"Is that a bantha?"
"Yeah. I guess its name is 'Bamfa'. I saw it in Wedge's apartment and thought it was the cutest
thing. He let me borrow it." She clapped a hand over her mouth and looked around guiltily.
"Oops. Don't tell him you know about it. I got the feeling that *no one* knows about it."
"I promise. On my honor as a Rogue and your friend. I won't tell a soul."
"Good. I, on the other hand, have plans for 'Bamfa' to meet a certain blond captain." And she
gave a demented-Ewok grin that he thought only Wes had mastered. "Okay, think Wedge and
Wes have had enough time to cool down?"
"I hope so."
"So do I. Well, shall we go find them?"
"Sure. And Tycho's probably relocated to his office," Hobbie said, getting to his feet.
"Then let's go." She got up and set the stuffed bantha on the couch.
"Can I make a small suggestion?"
"Go ahead."
"Stay away from Wes. You two could be hazardous to the rest of our health."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
