The ship docked at it's next destination later on in the evening. Myri didn't know what planet it was, not that it mattered; her final destination would be Corellia. Wedge didn't want to complicate the vacation for any of the others, so he didn't need them to come.
As they said their goodbyes, the mood was gloomy. All eyes were on Wes and Myri as they met on the circuit of hugs. He moved forward to embrace her, but her flinch made him stop.
He took a deep breath and it shuddered out, "I'm sorry Myri. Goodbye."
Wes whirled and walked away from the group. He flung off Tycho's hand as he made a grab for his shoulder. As Myri and Wedge turned towards their shuttle, she closed her eyes to stop the tears from falling. Wedge got in contact with Iella as soon as he got a change to make her aware of their return. He left out almost all the detail about how he came across their daughter, over-emphasizing his excitement of finding her at all.
The atmosphere was awkward as Myri walked into what had once been her home. Her mother came flying out of the nowhere, nearly knocking her over in an embrace she could have done without.
"Oh, my baby girl, I thought I'd never see you again!" Iella exclaimed as overdramatic tears flowed down her cheeks.
Over her shoulder, Myri gave her father a look the expressed extreme discomfort, "Well mother, here I am."
"Why don't you bring your things up stairs to your room and I'll whip up a quick meal for you?" Iella said, gesturing to the few pieces of luggage she had brought with her.
"Thank you," Myri said softly, picking up her baggage and heading up the spiral staircase. She walked down the hallway to her old bedroom, almost wondering what she would see behind the door.
She was actually not surprised at the fact that her mother had redecorated the entire room in her absence. For all her acting before, Iella was obviously ready to erase all signs of her existence. She wasn't insulted by it; she had expected it.
Myri dropped her bags on the pale green bedspread that didn't belong to her on a bed that was against a wall that she had never put it against. She guessed that they had turned it into a guest room after they had sent her away.
She walked into the adjoining 'fresher that had once attached her and Syal's bedrooms. She splashed some water on her face to try and clear her fuzzy mind of thoughts of Wes and all the events that had transpired in the past few days.
When she came back downstairs, Wedge was already sitting at the table in their dining room. He gave her a hopeful smile which she returned half-heartedly. She sat down beside him just as Iella came bustling into the room with some local game fowl. The room was silent as they all took from the poultry and vegetables that were in front of them.
Iella broke the silence in her usual overzealous fashion, "As soon as I heard from your father, I just had to comm your sister and tell her the wonderful news!"
"Oh, mother, there's no reason to do that. She's probably very busy," Myri was craving the stim that she had stowed in her bag. She pushed her food around on her plate; her mother's behavior was clamping down on what little appetite she had left after what Wes had said earlier that day.
"She sure is," her mother responded, "As soon as she gets out of the lab, she said she would jet over here to see you."
"That would be wonderful to have the whole family back together again," Wedge added, casting a cautious glance to his daughter.
"I think I'm actually quite tired at the moment," Myri excused herself, "I'm going to get some rest."
She left her parents at the table and hurried up to her bedroom. She rummaged through her bag to pull out the small satchel that held the remains of her stash. Myri tapped out a few lines on her bedside table and inhaled them quickly. She had just enough time to get her supplies away before the high dosage of the drug set in and she was sent into a sleepy euphoria.
Over the next week, she spent as much time as possible locked in her room. Iella had given up very quickly on her horrible acting skills and gone back to the normal behavior that Myri was more familiar with.
One day, Myri had just finished putting her stash away when she heard a knock at the door. She quickly slid her bag under her bed and wiped at her nose.
"Come in!" she called.
She was expecting either of her parents, maybe even her sister, certainly not Hobbie, to open the door. She adjusted the small sleeping garments she chose to wear; she was most comfortable in them, and she certainly hadn't been expecting company.
"Hi," Hobbie said cordially, his face flushing a slight shade of pink, expressing his embarrassment at seeing her alone like this.
"Hello Derek," she didn't know what exactly made her use his real name, but she loved the way it felt on her lips. Powerful.
He, too, seemed a bit surprised, "I-uh-Wes wanted me to come visit you as soon as we got back."
"Please, sit," she said, patting an area o f the bed next to her. Hobbie sat gently onto the bed, swallowing audibly.
"He wanted to let you know that he is very sorry for his behavior—"
"Not as sorry as he should be," Myri said, crawling behind him and beginning to massage his shoulders, "Isn't that right Derek?"
"Yes," he whispered dreamily, closing his eyes at the relaxing sensations began to tingle down his spine. It spread further as she felt her lips against his neck, and had no qualms as her arms moved over his chest. Nor did he stop her when she moved around him and straddled herself across his lab. He was well aware that he was the vessel for whatever revenge Myri had planned and Wes deserved
Hobbie only questioned his actions once, and that was far too long after he and Myri were already undressed and a tangle of arms and legs. Both dressed quickly after their time of false passion. Hobbie was under her spell for the time being, and he knew it. He could only nod as he looked into her turquoise eyes as she said, "Let Wes know that he's going to have to do a lot more than send you to apologize for his mistakes."
Hobbie left her room and walked down the stairs in quite a daze. He only slightly sobered when Wedge met him at the bottom of the staircase.
"How is she doing?" he asked, not noticing Hobbie's slightly disheveled appearance.
"Oh, she's good. She's very good." Hobbie answered absentmindedly, then caught himself, "I mean, she seems fine."
Wedge nodded, "I hope so. She hasn't exactly adjusted to being back at home. Maybe having you men around might help. You would have to keep an eye on her and Wes though. I'm not sure of what's going on there anymore, but I know I probably wouldn't like it."
"Absolutely, Wedge," Hobbie swallowed hard again, "I'll let Tycho and Wes know, and we'll try and get out here for a visit."
As more time passed, Myri was quickly becoming bored with her surroundings at the house. She was so used to going out every night with Sirra, or working with her, that sitting in her room seemed like a foreign, childish concept. One night, she decided that she needed to get out of the awkward atmosphere. By the time she was ready to leave, both Wedge and Iella had gone to bed. She quietly padded down the stairs in the short, tight green number she had chosen to wear, strapping a very high pair of heels on only when she reached the bottom. As she came to the front door, she was surprised to see it slide aside. She was positive that her parents had gone to bed, so there was only one other person it could have been.
Syal was also quite shocked to see her younger sister, scantily clad and towering over her, "Gods, Myri, you scared me!"
Myri stepped back form her, "Sorry. You're coming in late."
Syal's chocolate brown eyes narrowed, "You're going out late. Are mom and dad aware of this?"
Myri rolled her eyes, suddenly very annoying, "No, and you can give up the babysitter act. I'm not twelve anymore."
Syal sighed. Her sister's attitude could be exhausting sometimes, "Whatever. Just be careful."
"Ok, mom," the younger woman snapped, stepping around her sister and slapping the control so that she door panel slid shut and locked behind her.
Syal shook her head, walking to the kitchen to make herself a cup of herbal tea, "Just like old times."