Nov 2002
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George (Lucas, not my Leprechaun) & I just write for fun. The song belongs to a group called "Blackhawk" and I'm just borrowing the lyrics.
Part 6
*'Cause when you're around my defenses go down Feelings get stronger, looks get longer*
Kyp pulled his helmet off and shook out his hair before running a hand through the sweat soaked strands. He closed his eyes for a moment before hauling himself out of his X-Wing's cockpit. He dropped to the deck, not bothering with the ladder as he looked around. Twin Suns had lost two pilots today. Two rookies who's taken a dumb risk. Jaina would be feeling it. He looked across the hanger to where she was climbing down the ladder of her fighter. Jag had been called away to a debriefing right after landing and so hadn't had time to talk to her.
Which left the job in Kyp's hands. It had been five days since he'd last spoken to her. Five days of mentally arguing with himself about her role in his life. About the role she currently played, the one she was likely to play in the future, and, mostly, about the one he wanted her to play. But that had no place on the flight deck. She'd need someone to talk to, someone to snap at. And he always seemed to bring out the worst in her. He smiled mockingly at himself as he crossed the hangar towards where she stood. He'd wanted to be close to her, to simply look at her and let her look at him in return, yet he always played the punching bag. Could they get beyond this? Beyond the stupid arguments and petty grudges to something that could be more meaningful? He wasn't sure.
She looked up at him with the unshed tears glittering on her eyelashes, the anger and sadness simmering in her eyes, and he knew he had to try. Their gazes locked halfway across the hangar. As he neared, she dropped hers, but quickly sought his again after a brief inspection of her craft. He'd felt the path her eyes had taken, down over his lean, wiry frame. He'd seen her follow the muscles across his chest, his flight suit stretched a little too tight with all his recent workouts. Workouts that could be attributed to her and the effect she had on him.
Her gaze followed him, dropping to the tips of his boots and sliding upwards. Kyp felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as if he'd been struck by electricity. She studied him for long moment, her eyes full of unspoken emotions. Of anger and pain, longing, despair and fear. Fear? What'd she have to be afraid of? Watching the emotions playing through her eyes, he took another step towards her, longing to pull her into his arms, to comfort her and promise he'd never leave her. But that wasn't his place. It would never be his place, and he had to accept that.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George (Lucas, not my Leprechaun) & I just write for fun. The song belongs to a group called "Blackhawk" and I'm just borrowing the lyrics.
Part 6
*'Cause when you're around my defenses go down Feelings get stronger, looks get longer*
Kyp pulled his helmet off and shook out his hair before running a hand through the sweat soaked strands. He closed his eyes for a moment before hauling himself out of his X-Wing's cockpit. He dropped to the deck, not bothering with the ladder as he looked around. Twin Suns had lost two pilots today. Two rookies who's taken a dumb risk. Jaina would be feeling it. He looked across the hanger to where she was climbing down the ladder of her fighter. Jag had been called away to a debriefing right after landing and so hadn't had time to talk to her.
Which left the job in Kyp's hands. It had been five days since he'd last spoken to her. Five days of mentally arguing with himself about her role in his life. About the role she currently played, the one she was likely to play in the future, and, mostly, about the one he wanted her to play. But that had no place on the flight deck. She'd need someone to talk to, someone to snap at. And he always seemed to bring out the worst in her. He smiled mockingly at himself as he crossed the hangar towards where she stood. He'd wanted to be close to her, to simply look at her and let her look at him in return, yet he always played the punching bag. Could they get beyond this? Beyond the stupid arguments and petty grudges to something that could be more meaningful? He wasn't sure.
She looked up at him with the unshed tears glittering on her eyelashes, the anger and sadness simmering in her eyes, and he knew he had to try. Their gazes locked halfway across the hangar. As he neared, she dropped hers, but quickly sought his again after a brief inspection of her craft. He'd felt the path her eyes had taken, down over his lean, wiry frame. He'd seen her follow the muscles across his chest, his flight suit stretched a little too tight with all his recent workouts. Workouts that could be attributed to her and the effect she had on him.
Her gaze followed him, dropping to the tips of his boots and sliding upwards. Kyp felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as if he'd been struck by electricity. She studied him for long moment, her eyes full of unspoken emotions. Of anger and pain, longing, despair and fear. Fear? What'd she have to be afraid of? Watching the emotions playing through her eyes, he took another step towards her, longing to pull her into his arms, to comfort her and promise he'd never leave her. But that wasn't his place. It would never be his place, and he had to accept that.