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Waiting For An Answer
Damian stared at the hologram of the building in silence, one hand to his chest, the other slowly turning his lightsabers over and over above his hand. A pair of slender arms wrapped around his chest as his latest one-night-stand embraced him.
"Perhaps you should go and visit them," she said. "You clearly miss them. I have to take leave to go and see my family every so often. I'm sure even big, tough, badass smugglers like you must be the same."
"Family?" Damian chuckled. "Yeah. Maybe that's right. Maybe I should. Didn't I pick you up just for meaningless sex? What are you doing getting all therapist on me?"
"A woman must have many talents if she intends to truly satisfy a man," she said before leaning in to whisper. "Would you like to see a couple of my other talents?"
"Oh I'd love to," Damian smiled, putting the holo-disk aside and turning to her, kissing her.
Damian sighed as the ship set down. He stared out the window at the house before walking to the ramp. Before it was even all the ay down, Jek and Shaeeah were scrambling up it, hugging him. He laughed, hugging them back before walking down the ramp with them to Barriss, who hugged him as well.
"It's good to see you," Barriss smiled. "You've been gone a long time."
"I know," Damian said. "Is she..."
"She's inside," Barriss said, expression falling. "She's not the same as she was before. She's barely spoken since you left. Maybe seeing you're back will make her open up again."
"Somehow I doubt it will," Damian sighed. "But I suppose it's worth a shot."
Damian walked away from the ship to the house and opened the door walking through to the door to the living room, finding Ahsoka sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
"Ahsoka," Damian said.
Ahsoka turned to look at him, eyebrows dropping a fraction of an inch. The, she turned back to the TV.
"It's good to see you again," Damian said. "You look good."
"Don't you have a whore to screw?" Ahsoka asked dryly.
"Do you really think that's all I do?" Damian asked.
"All I ever saw," Ahsoka said.
"Right, and I suppose I never saved your life, or helped several dozen people that the Empire was making life impossible for by delivering food and medical supplies," Damian said.
"I wouldn't know," Ahsoka said. "Most of those ended with you fucking someone to pass the time."
"That's not true and you know it," Damian said. I have helped people. You know what I've been doing since I left?"
"I'd wager Twi'Lek, Togruta, and Human," Ahsoka said. "Maybe a couple Pantoran."
"I've been rebelling," Damian said. "Stealing from the Empire, killing stormtroopers, delivering relief supplies. Anything I can think of. And I even got Hondo to agree and go along with it. We're effective. We know how to avoid the Empire, where to strike, and when to pull out. We're doing good, Ahsoka."
"Oh yeah?" Ahsoka asked. "And how many times a week do you fuck some random slut?"
Damian stared at her before his shoulders slowly sank. She was right. He rarely went more than two or three days without finding someone to have sex with.
"Like I said," Ahsoka said. "All you care about is sex. All you care about is yourself."
Damian remained silent for several seconds before turning and walking back out of the house.
"Hey there you are!" Barriss said. "Oh, just wait until you see how good Jek's gotten with his electrostaff. And I'll bet Shaeeah can outshoot you any day of...you're leaving?"
"It was a mistake to come here," Damian said. "I don't belong. I never did. A smuggler is all I was meant to be. It was stupid of me to think I could be anything else."
He hurled his lightsaber aside, walking past her.
"I was never meant to have a real family," Damian said. "All I've ever been is a waste of time and effort."
He closed the ramp, heading to the bridge and taking off, returning to his home. As he walked in, the same Twi'Lek that had suggested he go and see Ahsoka walked forward to meet him.
"Hey, how was your trip?" she asked, setting her hands on his shoulders.
"Keep your hands off of me whore," Damian snarled, shoving her hands away.
She slapped him, the sound echoing through the suddenly silent room. Damian stood there, staring blankly into space as she slapped him again then spat in his face. Then, Hondo arrived, grabbing her and moving her away from him.
"Damian, my friend, what ever is wrong?" Hondo asked.
"No one enters my room, even you," Damian said.
Then, he walked past him, going into his room and to his private bathroom, washing the spit off of his face before staring at his bed. He ripped the sheets off of it, opening the trash can and shoving them in before lying on the bare mattress, staring at the ceiling. His communicator began to sound and flash and he set it to silent, setting it on his bedside table and watched the light. After a time, it stopped flashing. Then, ten minutes later it began again. An hour after that. Then another hour later. Then it stopped. Two days later it began to flash again. Four days after that. Then a week. Then another. Then the light simply stopped flashing. And the communicator didn't leave the bedside table, beginning to gather dust.
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