Hobbie was very surprised to see Myri when he opened the door to the room he was staying in during the week before the gala that was being held for Rogue Squadron. He wasn't surprised though, at the fact that he felt nothing more than surprise in seeing her. It was a great relief to him and probably also to Wes, who had told Hobbie about their reconciliation.

"Derek, I need a favor…"

"Anything, Myri," he said, hoping he didn't sound as whipped as he thought he did, "Come on in."

He let her into his quarters and Myri placed her bag on the floor so that she could give him a kiss on the cheek, "There was a huge fight at my house. I can't stay under the same roof as my sister, and my father agreed that it was in my best interest to stay with you up until the gala. He doesn't really trust Wes and I shacking up."

"Not a problem, almost. I only have one bed," Hobbie responded, sitting down on the piece of furniture in question.

"I don't mind sharing with you," there was no innuendo in her voice.

"Wes would," he said.

Myri smiled as Hobbie raised his eyebrows, "He'll be fine, trust me. So, do we have a deal?"

"Yea, sure. So long as you tell me when happened."

Myri blushed slightly at the question. It was an interesting story to try and explain without making her sound like an absolute maniac. She plopped down onto the bed next time him, drawing one of her legs up underneath her, "Apparently my sister walked in on Wes and I this morning, and neither of us kn—"

"Wes didn't sleep here last night?"

"He didn't sleep anywhere," Myri joked, satisfied when she saw it cause him some discomfort, "Anyway, she decided to blurt this out in the middle of making dinner. She didn't know it was Wes, but she threw the fact that I wasn't in bed alone out like an immature little brat. Some harsh words were said, things got heated, and I slammed her head into a wall."

"Sithspawn, Myri!"

She grinned, "It was pretty unreal, yea. Needless to say, I don't want to be there and the other women in my family don't want me there. So now I'm here."

"How's Wedge?"

Myri sighed, it being the only thing that she felt bad about, "He's pretty frazzled because it all happened so fast. I don't think he expected it of me. I can tell he's disappointed in the fact that our family can't function as a unit anymore, but he doesn't directly place blame on anyone, unlike my mother and sister."

There was a knock at the door, and both looked up as Wes popped his head into the room. He was surprised as well as suspicious of seeing Myri sitting on Hobbie's bed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, letting himself in fully.

"Major family drama—"

"She slammed her sister's head into the wall," Hobbie interrupted.

"Subtle way of showing your distaste for her. What brought this Yuuzhan Vong love fest on?" Wes chuckled.

"She saw us."

"In bed," Hobbie quipped.

Myri threw him a look and he smiled, now satisfied. She looked back at Wes, who was clearly frozen in panic, expecting Wedge to come barreling in the door at any moment to kill him.

"Don't worry," she assured him, "My parents think that she was making it up to cause a problem. Besides, she didn't say your name. You're safe for now."

"So you're staying here for how long?"

Myri shrugged, "At least until the gala, perhaps longer. I have to get in touch with my father and let him know that I'm here."

"Main comm station is down the hall," Hobbie told her, jerking a thumb in the direction of it.

Wes watched her leave the room, then turned back to Hobbie, "She is certainly something else. I wouldn't ever want to be on the receiving end of her anger. She's getting her own quarters?"

"Not exactly. Wedge doesn't trust you because you're sleeping with his youngest daughter, so he said she could stay with me—"

"And I don't trust you, so she should obviously go stay with Tycho," Wes finished pointedly.

"So he can find out that the two of you are still seeing one another? I won't say anything if she disappears in the middle of the night. He will," Hobbie reasoned, 'Besides, he'll probably have Tycho spying on you anyway."

Wes turned the ideas over in his head several times before coming to terms with the fact that her sleeping in the same bed with Hobbie was the only real solution. He sighed and headed for the door, "Send her to my room when she's finished. Oh, and Hobs…?"

"Yes?"

"I'll kill you if you touch her."

Hobbie grinned and lay back on his bed. Wes didn't have anything to worry about. Myri was an ace in the bedroom, but he preferred a girl who had all her components in their proper places. Myri's actions and lifestyle proved that she was bordering on being unfit for normal society, as she had her entire life. Fortunately, this was also a trait that most people didn't know Wes also shared. Despite the large age difference, their personalities complimented one another, be it in a sick, twisted fashion, or worse.

A few minutes later, after Hobbie directed her, Myri knocked on Wes' door. He answered as if he knew she was coming, swinging the door open casually. He threw her a charming smile that she returned and he led her in to his temporary quarters.

"How's Wedge?" he asked, sitting on his bed and picking up the brew he had been drinking from his bedside table.

"He was attempting to help my mother attend to my sister. According to him, I knocked her pretty good. Dad said she had a nasty gash on her forehead."

"Just in time for the gala!" Wes couldn't help but laugh as he took a sip of his drink.

"Not that she has anyone to impress. I have a feeling that her and I are going to be the only two there without escorts," Myri commented, "As if it's not going to be odd enough seeing people I haven't seen since I was 10, it's just plain embarrassing to have nothing to distract attention from yourself."

"I wouldn't let it bother you. Hobbie and I are each other's dates. We found out this morning that Winter's going to be able to get here, so we were left with no choice but one another."

"I'm sure Hobbie's thrilled."

"Why's that?"

"Who wouldn't want to show up with the brave, dashing, handsome Wes Janson?"

"Go on."

Myri knocked him in the arm playfully, "Did I mention arrogant?"

"You think I'm arrogant? Wait until you meet some of your old man's friends from Wraith Squadron. Particularly Face Loran. I'm sure he'll hit on you, regardless of if he has a date or not."

"Sounds like my kind of man," she joked.

Wes chucked and smoothly slid his arms around her back, pulling her closer to him, "Yea, baby, he learned from the best."

"You're horrid."

"You're enthralled by my greatness."

Wes leaned over and kissed her gently. The ale tasted rich and inviting on his lips, and she deepened the kiss, snaking her arms around his neck. He placed his mug back on the bedside table so that he could focus more attention on the woman on his bed.

"I'll tell you, several days without having to sneak around is going to be absolutely blissful," Wes said when he pulled back from her, his face already flushed.

Myri took hold of his collar and pulled him back to her, "Just shut up and kiss me."