Another two, at last! Hopefully I'll be able to get another two up tomorrow morning.
This one took some time, as the prompt looked like the title of a song, but, for the life of me, I couldn't find one that really fit Jinx's relationship with anyone. So I made it a bromance piece between Jinx and O-Mer; it might be deviating just a bit from the prompt, but I tried to make it fit okay.
Brother, Oh My Brother
It was the day both of them had been awaiting for a long time. The Council had deemed them both suitable of becoming Padawans, an unexpected event that probably had less to do with the will of the Force than with the steadily dwindling numbers of experienced Jedi during the war. Now, both of them got to leave Coruscant on their first one-on-one experiences with their Masters. Just peaceful negotiation trips, but, according to the Council, they were no less important to the war than leading troops into battle. O-Mer agreed, of course; Jinx still hankered for something more action-filled. But neither of them was complaining about the fact that the Council trusted them enough to go on missions.
Yet, overjoyed as they were, when it came down to the actual hour O-Mer left (with Jinx's departure two hours to come), the boys were at a loss.
"So…where're you headed?" Jinx said, rubbing the back of his neck as they loitered in the hangar.
"Centerpoint Station. There's some sort of dispute between Talus and Tralus. Master Veila's from Tralus, so he knows the area fairly well." O-Mer shrugged a bit there, for not much reason at all besides the nervous need to move a bit. "You?"
The Twi'lek kicked languidly at the floor, trying to look casual. "Ryloth. Master Secura's not looking forward to it, though. 'Too many presumptuous males,' she says."
"Well, that's true no matter where she goes."
"Heh, yeah."
Centerpoint Station, of the Corellian System on the Inner Rim. Ryloth, of the Outer Rim. The shortest possible distance between the two points was at least a thousand parsecs. Not too much a distance for a Jedi with much experience travelling the stars, but for two boys who had spent every waking moment within whispering distance of each other for more than a decade, the future space between them seemed infinite.
The significance of that fact hit them at the same time, and their eyes shot to the floor. They didn't voice any of the loneliness and fear they both felt. No use being overly sentimental about such things, which would soon become so little in the long run.
Their thoughts, however, turned to late-night whispering in the dormitories when they couldn't sleep, learning the lightsaber side-by-side in Yoda's classroom, and eager anticipating when it was announced that Eagle Clan would take that fateful training mission. They came to think in tandem on Trandosha, so much so that they could almost read each other's minds. They had grown together, laughed together, fought for life together. They had a bond that none of the other captive Padawans could replicate or even, sometimes, understand.
What now was supposed to happen to that bond?
"All right, O-Mer, hurry it up," called Master Veila as he entered the hangar, tying his long blonde hair into a messy ponytail as he walked. "Time to get this show on the road."
The boys blinked, their mutual reverie broken by the human man's words. O-Mer nodded his acknowledgment to his master, and then met Jinx's eyes, smiling softly. He clasped the other boy's arm at the elbow, a gesture Jinx returned quietly.
"Until we meet again," the Cerean murmured. Then, breaking away, he ascended the steps to his vessel's cockpit, beginning the start-up sequence.
The Twi'lek watched in silence as O-Mer's fighter hummed to life, holding up a hand in farewell just before it took off. He gazed out at the Coruscant skyline a few moments after the fighters were gone from sight.
He wasn't worried. O-Mer could take care of himself, he knew. But...well, he'd never anticipated that they'd ever be separated by anything but death.
Yet…
Struck with a sudden burst of inspiration, Jinx closed his eyes, meditating. There was a part of his heart that belonged to O-Mer, and upon looking there, he saw the connection the Force had in that spot, a deceptively tiny string which held with the fragile strength of a spider's web. Following it up to O-Mer's retreating cockpit, he could feel the Cerean's twin hearts beating there, almost, but not quite, in tandem with his own heart. He tugged gently on it, a friendly reminder that he was still there, equivalent with a brotherly punch to the shoulder.
The two of them grinned simultaneously. They would always be inseparable; growing up only meant they could be more creatively so.
Cookies to any Star Wars geek who recognizes O-Mer's Master, or rather, his name. He is in canon, but only marginally so. Therefore, he's mostly mine. Yay!