Hi all! I'm back with chappie two! Enjoy…and, just to let you know, you might want to go back and reread chapter 1, or you probably won't get this…
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Some Guts
Chapter 2
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As usual, Wedge awoke to the sounds of his overly-energy-filled roommate getting ready. His sleep-filled, deep brown eyes fluttered open once, attempted to focus for a millisecond, then flickered back closed once more. Snuggling deeper into his blankets, he strove to fall back asleep again, trying with all his might to block out the noise (yawns, face-washing, flight-suit zippers, and a confused exclamation questioning where the toothpaste had gone). Surrendering this attempt, but still determined to stay in bed, he listened intently to the sounds, allowing himself an indulgent smile. Luke's habits were simply endearing.
After several minutes, the time of truth came, and the fair-haired pilot turned his attention to his still-abed companion. Wedge dreaded this moment each morning, for it was a fight for survival…and Luke always won.
"Oh We-edge!" Luke called in a sing-song voice, "It's time to get up!"
A few incomprehensible mumbles and grunts came from beneath the blankets, and Wedge grasped his fingers tightly around the blankets, bracing himself for what would follow…
"Wedge, you don't want me to do this the hard way, do you?" The voice came again, this time mischievous, teasing.
More mumbles and grunts.
"Fine by me!" With a tug, Luke pulled the coverings off the bed, only to expose a very helpless Wedge who soon curled up into a little ball in a fruitless effort to keep warm.
"Wedge, maybe you should get up! You didn't like yesterday, did you?" the dark-haired pilot groaned miserably and sneaked a peek at his friend, covering his eyes quickly at the dazzling brightness…not only from the room's lights but also simply from Luke's horridly cheery wake-up smile.
He knew what would happen if he didn't get up within ten seconds. Luke had proved yesterday that the Force was very efficient at dumping buckets of water on people's heads…
But instead of awaiting this doom, he jumped out of the bed, grabbed his blankets from a startled Luke, and, wrapping them around himself, curled up underneath his cot.
The Jedi trainee scowled and turned to leave, abandoning Wedge to his own fate, with a last remark of, "You have some guts messing with my life like this, Wedge. Why do I even bother?"
Wedge's eyes snapped open to twice their normal width, and he sat bolt upright, succeeding in smacking his head on the bed's underside. Taking only a second to rub his smarting skull, he scrambled out as quickly as he possibly could, only to see the door swishing closed on the back of a leaving Luke.
Had he really heard that? Did Luke really say what he thought he'd said? His mind raced…then suddenly relaxed. He was imagining things, or it was only a coincidence. He was fine and he wasn't going to panic for a completely silly reason…
But he was up, so he might as well get ready.
Through a crack in the door, Luke watched his friend's reaction, smirking. This could prove to be a very interesting day.
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Wedge, tray filled with breakfast, plopped himself down next to Luke and began to dig into his plate. Like most, he wolfed down the meal at an alarming rate. Better not taste the food at all and be full than to taste the oatmeal and be too queasy to eat.
Next to him, Luke was swirling his orange juice around in his glass, eying it with some amazement. Although it'd been over two years since he had left Tatooine, he was still astounded by simple things such as large amounts of water and fruit. Wedge shook his head, smiling. Yet another endearing quirk his companion had.
When the food was fully consumed, the two men stood up, and carried their trays to the dishwashers, chatting happily. Checking a schedule on the wall, the sandy-haired pilot announced, "Me and you have land patrol in half an hour. We should probably get our warm clothes on."
Wedge answered with a dejected moan, "Oh no…not Taun-tauns…" and put his face in his hands.
"Wedge," Luke reprimanded jokingly, "How can you expect to help bring freedom to the galaxy if you can't handle a few stubborn animals? Come on, let's go get suited up!"
Wedge straightened, his eyes widening once more. Had he heard…? No. Impossible. He was still only imagining things. With a confused shake of his head, he jogged to catch up with Luke. He could survive Taun-tauns…but what was yet-to-be-seen was whether or not he could survive the day without going delirious.
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The patrol had gone reasonably uneventfully and Wedge had just changed into more comfortable clothing and gone searching for Luke. When he found him, however, the sight amazed him. The steady hum of the pale blue lightsaber filled the air, and there was Luke, blindfolded, practicing with two hovering training droids. The bolts of energy flew from the droids one after another, but Luke blocked each of them deftly. Although he hadn't had much practice with the Force, he had definitely been working with the saber.
Entranced, Wedge watched as, suddenly, as if for a grand finale, the blasts doubled in speed and amount. The sandy-haired man didn't get shocked once, and, after about ten seconds of this furious pace, the droids froze and slowed floated to the ground. With a triumphant whoop, the Jedi-in-training deactivated saber and pulled off his blindfold, turning to face a dumbfounded Wedge standing in the doorway, astounded expression on his face.
"Not bad for a mop-headed farmboy from a backwater planet, eh?" he asked jokingly, bright blue eyes shining with mirth at his success.
Wedge's mouth went dry once more. He could swear that this was the creepiest thing that had every happened to him. Coincidence after coincidence…keeping him on edge and afraid of his shadow. And if they weren't simply coincidences?...well, he didn't even want to think about that.
"Wedge? Weeeedddge? Are you awake?" Luke's voice broke through his reverie, and he forced on a fake smile.
Did the universe hate him?
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That night, the two men were playing their customary game of sabaac, and, just as customarily, talking. Not necessarily about anything specific, but just everything and anything; childhoods, first crushes (this wasn't discussed that night, oddly enough), stories from when they first joined the Rebellion, enemies…dreams.
"I had the oddest dream last night, Wedge."
The dark-haired man gulped and struggled to keep calm. He had no idea why he was panicking…everything would be fine…fine…fine…
"Oh, really?" He could barely keep his voice from wavering. It was only a coincidence. A evil, messed-up coincidence that was only created by some celestial being which hated him…
"Yeah. It was really weird. I can just remember bits and pieces…a voice…hmm…your voice." Luke trailed off and looked over to find his friend's chocolate eyes as big as apples.
"H-how…strange…" He couldn't talk. He couldn't think. He was simply mortified. This couldn't be happening. Nope…he was only dreaming…he would wake up to Luke dumping ice water on his head…
"Totally. Do you want to know what the voice told me?"
He couldn't breathe…he was going to die…life would end…just because of his stupidity…
Without waiting for an answer, Luke continued, "It told me that it watched my eyes change colors during meals…"
Wedge's pent-up air was all released in a whoosh…he had nothing to worry about…
"…and that it loved me."
A strangled 'eep!' escaped from the Corellian's lips as he toppled backwards, heart racing, waiting for death. This was the end…
"You want to know what I would have said to the voice?"
Luke was suddenly very very close. Their noses were almost touching as Luke whispered huskily, "That it has no idea what love is compared to what I felt for it."
Two pairs of lips met with a cacophony of ringing bells and exploding fireworks. Wedge's brain raced frantically, attempting vainly to come to terms with what was happening. Finally, he just gave up and let his instincts take over, kissing back with all the sweetness and love he'd ever felt.
Finally, after several silent moments, the two parted, both flushed. Smirking smugly, Luke's blue eyes surveyed the dopy grin on his companion's face, and the dazed, far-off look in his eyes. Yep. This had definitely been worth it.
After several seconds, Wedge found his voice once more, this time full of shock, "You were awake!" he accused.
"Guilty." Luke's grin was so wide that it threatened to reach his ears. However, he was not so prepared for what came next.
With a feral growl, his companion pounced on him, pinning him to the ground, "You led me on all day, didn't you! I thought I was going crazy!"
"You should have seen your face!" He was informed by an extremely self-satisfied and cheeky Luke Skywalker.
Talking stopped abruptly as Wedge told him exactly how glad he was that Luke hadn't been asleep.
ENDDNE
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Teehee.