My Targeter, My Rogue.

Chapter 2, Post 1.

He lay on the bed breathing deeply revelling in her scent. 4 months she had been gone now, without a single word. He still held onto the belief that she had tried to tell him, warn him, but he had started to lose hope.

She had told him she loved him, showed him, so it wasn't the end of their relationship was it?

Everytime he went to her superiors, colleagues, everywhere he turned in Intel he was told the same thing repeatedly.

"That information is classified Captain, She'll be back at the end of her mission."

Her mission he thought, just how dangerous was it? Would she come back to him?

Many a night he had lain awake thinking, thinking how he would survive if anything happened to her. She was part of him if she died he believed he would die with her. Would make it happen if he had too.

Not many people knew of their relationship. A few of his fellow pilots, Princess Leia and her family and General Cracken although of the latter he wasn't sure.

However, many had begun to suspect. Their normally stoic and calm squad make had become increasingly depressed and was more prone to loss of patience and ultimately loss of temper. They knew something was wrong and had begun to ask around, "Who was he seeing?" and "where was she? What happened?" Yet the people they asked did not tell them what they wanted to know; would not tell them. Refused to betray their friends trust like that.

Yet those same friends were simply at a loss as to what to do. For they knew he had been through more than he could take. Feared that if something happened to her it would finally unseat his grip on sanity. They knew what the losses should have done to him, what similar losses had done to others. But he possessed an inner strength that had pulled him through it all. Similarly, to his Winter. Their strength had solidified within each other.

Of course he knew all that they thought but could not think of anything excepting her. He had begun to sleep in her room. Trying to be as close to her as possible

Never wanting to believe it was over. Refusing to let his mind stray beyond that thought.

Princess Leia, Han Solo and Wedge Antilles went to her room. Anticipating being able to find him there. They knew he had taken to guarding her room, seeking comfort and protection from the remnants of her presence.

Their mission to make him eat for his build had begun to slacken. He ate only the minimal amount of food needed to survive but not nearly enough for a pilots diet.

Her access codes an adolescent type dream; Lady Winter Celchu.

The irony of it had become that it seemed it was impossible. However, when Leia had said this Wedge replied " Impossible is what rogues do best," his adamant tone of voice stated what they were all now thinking, "A Rogue and a Spy would find away."

As the door opened he looked up. Upon seeing them he greeted them exasperatedly "Will you please leave me alone" he asked beseechingly.

"Tycho," Leia said softly "She wouldn't want you to stop being , she'll be back, Winter wouldn't want you to stop taking care of yourself, she wouldn't leave you. She loves you, truly, madly, deeply. She is like a sister to me. So I will not watch the man she loves destroy himself. I will not! So would you please at leat try if not for yourself then for her.