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 4 and Epilogue
by DamiaMulder
The door chime in Tycho's office sounded. "Come in." Hobbie stepped in, alone.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I didn't get there in time. By the time I got to her, she'd already. . ." he
trailed off.
"WHAT?" three voices roared in unison.
"Gone crazy," Myleene finished from the doorway behind Hobbie, the demented-Ewok grin
firmly in place.
"NO!!"
"Oh," Tycho said. "Well, if that's all. . ."
"What's wrong with that?" Wes asked innocently.
"Just kidding, Wedge. I'm sorry if I scared you." She dropped the grin and adopted a soft smile
instead.
"You--you--" Wedge stammered.
"I had you going. You believed every painful word," she stated as she walked up to and
embraced him.
"Why does that sound familiar? Oh, that's right. That's what I said to General Solo when he
came to visit Folor base."
"What, I don't get a hug?" Wes complained.
"No, you get something else." Myleene leaned over and kissed his cheek. As he flushed scarlet,
she said, "That's for saving me on Kylari."
"So, um, what do I get if I save you again?" Wes asked with a suggestive grin.
"Not what *you're* thinking of, flyboy," she quipped. "You couldn't handle me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Epilogue--2 years later
"Wedge, I think your son is on his way," Myleene's voice came over his comlink. She sounded
stressed.
"Ahh, Admiral, sir, I have to go. My wife calls."
"Of course, General. We'll see you back, then, in a few weeks."
"Yes, sir." He tossed a salute at Ackbar, then raced to the hospital like someone had lit him on
fire.
The meeting had been necessary, and fortunately all but formally concluded when the call came
through.
He made it to the hospital in record time and practically flew through the corridors to Myleene's
room. Room 4. Where he'd first met her.
This time it wasn't dim and she wasn't unconscious. Her curly black hair was plastered to her
head with sweat and her face was flushed. He sat beside her and held her hand (actually, it was
more the other way around; she clamped onto his hand), encouraging her and trying not to wince
at the pain in his hand.
But it was over soon, and then they had their son to fawn over. He had black hair and the purple-
blue eyes of his mother, but took after his father in his other features.
"He's perfect. But somehow, I don't think he quite fits the name we'd picked out." Myleene
gazed down at the tiny life in her arms. "What do you think of 'Keiran'?"
Wedge chuckled. "I think Corran would like it." He considered for a moment, then said, "It's a
fine name."
"I suspect you're right about Horn. And I think it fits our son perfectly. 'Small and dark' is what it
means."
"'Small and dark.' Just watch, he'll grow up to be as tall as Gavin or Kell. Then we'll see how
well it fits him," Wedge joked. "Keiran. Welcome to the galaxy, my son."
Fin
money off of this.
A/N: Same as in part 1. ;)
Enter Title of Choice Here
Part 4 and Epilogue
by DamiaMulder
The door chime in Tycho's office sounded. "Come in." Hobbie stepped in, alone.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I didn't get there in time. By the time I got to her, she'd already. . ." he
trailed off.
"WHAT?" three voices roared in unison.
"Gone crazy," Myleene finished from the doorway behind Hobbie, the demented-Ewok grin
firmly in place.
"NO!!"
"Oh," Tycho said. "Well, if that's all. . ."
"What's wrong with that?" Wes asked innocently.
"Just kidding, Wedge. I'm sorry if I scared you." She dropped the grin and adopted a soft smile
instead.
"You--you--" Wedge stammered.
"I had you going. You believed every painful word," she stated as she walked up to and
embraced him.
"Why does that sound familiar? Oh, that's right. That's what I said to General Solo when he
came to visit Folor base."
"What, I don't get a hug?" Wes complained.
"No, you get something else." Myleene leaned over and kissed his cheek. As he flushed scarlet,
she said, "That's for saving me on Kylari."
"So, um, what do I get if I save you again?" Wes asked with a suggestive grin.
"Not what *you're* thinking of, flyboy," she quipped. "You couldn't handle me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Epilogue--2 years later
"Wedge, I think your son is on his way," Myleene's voice came over his comlink. She sounded
stressed.
"Ahh, Admiral, sir, I have to go. My wife calls."
"Of course, General. We'll see you back, then, in a few weeks."
"Yes, sir." He tossed a salute at Ackbar, then raced to the hospital like someone had lit him on
fire.
The meeting had been necessary, and fortunately all but formally concluded when the call came
through.
He made it to the hospital in record time and practically flew through the corridors to Myleene's
room. Room 4. Where he'd first met her.
This time it wasn't dim and she wasn't unconscious. Her curly black hair was plastered to her
head with sweat and her face was flushed. He sat beside her and held her hand (actually, it was
more the other way around; she clamped onto his hand), encouraging her and trying not to wince
at the pain in his hand.
But it was over soon, and then they had their son to fawn over. He had black hair and the purple-
blue eyes of his mother, but took after his father in his other features.
"He's perfect. But somehow, I don't think he quite fits the name we'd picked out." Myleene
gazed down at the tiny life in her arms. "What do you think of 'Keiran'?"
Wedge chuckled. "I think Corran would like it." He considered for a moment, then said, "It's a
fine name."
"I suspect you're right about Horn. And I think it fits our son perfectly. 'Small and dark' is what it
means."
"'Small and dark.' Just watch, he'll grow up to be as tall as Gavin or Kell. Then we'll see how
well it fits him," Wedge joked. "Keiran. Welcome to the galaxy, my son."
Fin
