hmm... it's the end of the school term, finals done as of today. So I spent my evening cleaning out my notebooks. My, what a cesspit. I have dog-eared fanfics in here from January that I never bothered to post. Shame on me.
Well, here's my response to Challenge #16 from the WAAS. Short, sweet, and to the point. Takes place a while after Wedge and Iella become an item.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bow to George Lucas. He is a genius, except for some moments when his mind leaves him. Moments like that beget... JarJars. :shudder: Must... control... fist... of death...
"Now?" Wedge asked again, frustrated.
Tycho folded his arms across his chest, giving him a level look. "No, not yet." He sounded like he was addressing a small child, like Wes, and not an adult who was married.
Wedge continued to pace like a caged gundark. Slowly, five minutes passed, each tick from the wall chronometer echoing across the room like a heartbeat. "Now?" he demanded, completely out of character. He had a look of desperation on his face, making him look strangely like a glit-bitercoming down.
Hobbie looked up from his datapad edition of the Galactic Times. "Nope."
Running hands through his hair in frustration, Wedge resumed his pacing, muttering. He began dragging his fingers across the white-plastered wall, back and forth in time to his circuits of the room.
Two minutes. "Now?" A touch of desperation colored his voice. He sounded pathetic, he knew it. But knowing and caring were not the same thing, not in any galaxy.
Wes grinned over the top of his blueprint flimsi. "Nopers, Boss." He was enjoying this far too much, in the Corellian's opinion. Payback would be in order, after this ordeal was over.
Another minute, and Wedge looked like he was about ready to burst. "Now?" he whined, sounding petulant and not caring. His voice broke like a preteen's, but he was past the point of embarassment.
"Ok, now," a nurse smiled from the doorway, her green tunic standing out against the white walls. She held a small bundle in her arms. "Congratulations, General Antilles. It's a girl."
"Woohoo!" Wes shouted, his flimsies flying everywhere as he shot up. It was indeed a rare change for the four men, celebrating the gift of life, instead of its untimely loss.
Like it? Cross-posted on the WAAS yahoo group.
