Title: Variations
Fandom: Star Wars Legends
Rating: G
Word Count: 1000
Characters/Ships: ten different Wedge Antilles ships
Summary: A collection of drabbles featuring ten different Wedge ships. Presented in chronological order with a wide view of the timeline, but none are meant to take place in the same verse.
Fandom: Star Wars Legends
Rating: G
Word Count: 1000
Characters/Ships: ten different Wedge Antilles ships
Summary: A collection of drabbles featuring ten different Wedge ships. Presented in chronological order with a wide view of the timeline, but none are meant to take place in the same verse.
i.
“Not old enough, apparently,” Wedge answers, edging away to give her space. As his eyes adjust he can barely see her outline. She's looking at him.
“You know,” Mala says, slow and thoughtful. “We could give her what she wants.”
“W-we could?” Wedge stutters.
Mala nods. “I think it's what you want, too, Wedge.” She takes a step forward, leaning close. “What do you say?”
Refusing to let himself think, he threads a hand into her hair and kisses her.
“It's nice to see someone who appreciates her.”
Wedge turns to see Captain Han Solo looking him up and down.
“Do you want to see the inside?” Solo asks, raising an eyebrow as one side of his mouth quirks.
Wedge knows when he hears a proposition. “Yes, Captain.”
Wedge looks away, cheeks heating, the blue glow of Luke's lightsaber leaving a shadow on his vision.
“Hey. Do you want to try it?”
Luke holds the weapon out invitingly, and Wedge's jaw opens. “I–”
“C'mon.” Luke deactivates the lightsaber and pulls Wedge in, sliding behind him, then reaching around to put the hilt in his hand, arms bracing Wedge's. “The activation switch is there.”
Wedge thumbs it, and the laser sword springs to life, lighting a grin on his face. He feels powerful – though he's unsure whether it's the weapon or Luke's presence surrounding him him.
Leia watches him over their mugs of lomin-ale. “You did the right thing. You listened to me.”
He stares at the table.
Finally, she reaches out, cups cheek. Leia is fierce and tough, but she's so gentle with him when he needs it – and he seems to need it a lot more than he'd like these days. “Wedge. We're all still hurting. It's okay.”
He puts his hand over hers.
“What?” the younger man whimpers immediately. “I can't even sleep for five minutes–” Abruptly, there are tears on his cheeks, and he turns away. “Kriff. Don't look at me.”
“I know you're tired,” Wedge soothes him. “I came to tell you Command canceled tonight's flight. We have eight full hours to sleep, and I thought you might like to do it in a bunk.”
Relief lights Wes's eyes. “Together?”
“Of course.”
“If you're doing it like I showed you, you're fine.” Hobbie smiles at him indulgently and takes a look. “There's a bit of build-up near the port you missed, though.”
Wedge resolutely takes up his cloth again and starts rubbing at it gently.
“Wedge.” Hobbie is still watching him, a soft smile on his face. “I wouldn't let you help me with this if I didn't trust you, love.”
Wedge flushes as biological fingers reach out to touch his. “Thanks.”
Their arms surround each other, chaste and simple. Everyone is celebrating. No one will guess their secret.
“I worried I wouldn't see you tonight,” she tells him, so quiet.
He knows what's it's like to send soldiers into battle, to wait and worry.
He flashes her a grin. “You can't get rid of me that easily.”
Tycho grins back at him. “Try not to have too much fun on your victory tour.”
Wedge makes a face. Tycho reaches for him, and by standing on his tiptoes Wedge can just brush their fingertips together. They've already had their goodbye kiss, and as much as Wedge wants to pull him back down for another, there isn't time.
“I'll be fine,” Tycho promises. “It's just a couple of weeks. Enjoy your time with the politicians, and I'll be back from Coruscant before you know it.”
Everything pours out. His fear then, his guilt now. How knowing she created it tangles up his feelings for her. He lays there turned away, grateful for the dark, breath held as he waits for her response.
Gently, Qwi holds him and kisses his neck. “Thank you for telling me this, Wedge,” she says.
x.
It's still a pleasant shock to be able to say that – home. He hasn't had a real once since he was seventeen and watching his life burn up in front of his eyes. Now, this is it. A tiny apartment on Coruscant filled with pillows and cooking implements and knickknacks. And someone who loves him.
It still takes his breath away sometimes to realize again he gets to have this.
He has dinner ready when Iella joins him, and her smile is everything as he takes her into his arms and leads her to the kitchen.
“Really?” Mala huffs in the darkness of the closet as Mirax's laugh recedes down the hall. “How old are we?”
“Not old enough, apparently,” Wedge answers, edging away to give her space. As his eyes adjust he can barely see her outline. She's looking at him.
“You know,” Mala says, slow and thoughtful. “We could give her what she wants.”
“W-we could?” Wedge stutters.
Mala nods. “I think it's what you want, too, Wedge.” She takes a step forward, leaning close. “What do you say?”
Refusing to let himself think, he threads a hand into her hair and kisses her.
ii.
The Millennium Falcon is battered and used, nowhere near the appearance of the shiny new freighters he used to see coming off Corellia, but Wedge can tell it's been well-maintained just the same. Cherished. He reaches up a hand to touch the hull, almost reverent, just as a voice speaks behind him.
“It's nice to see someone who appreciates her.”
Wedge turns to see Captain Han Solo looking him up and down.
“Do you want to see the inside?” Solo asks, raising an eyebrow as one side of his mouth quirks.
Wedge knows when he hears a proposition. “Yes, Captain.”
iii.
“Wedge, you're staring.”
Wedge looks away, cheeks heating, the blue glow of Luke's lightsaber leaving a shadow on his vision.
“Hey. Do you want to try it?”
Luke holds the weapon out invitingly, and Wedge's jaw opens. “I–”
“C'mon.” Luke deactivates the lightsaber and pulls Wedge in, sliding behind him, then reaching around to put the hilt in his hand, arms bracing Wedge's. “The activation switch is there.”
Wedge thumbs it, and the laser sword springs to life, lighting a grin on his face. He feels powerful – though he's unsure whether it's the weapon or Luke's presence surrounding him him.
iv.
Wedge is ashamed. Almost firing on surrendering Imperials because he let his lingering feelings about what happened at Yavin get the best of him. He has more control than that.
Leia watches him over their mugs of lomin-ale. “You did the right thing. You listened to me.”
He stares at the table.
Finally, she reaches out, cups cheek. Leia is fierce and tough, but she's so gentle with him when he needs it – and he seems to need it a lot more than he'd like these days. “Wedge. We're all still hurting. It's okay.”
He puts his hand over hers.
v.
At the end of a long, stressful week, Wedge finds Wes sprawled uncomfortably in one of the ready room chairs and tries to wake him as gently as possible.
“What?” the younger man whimpers immediately. “I can't even sleep for five minutes–” Abruptly, there are tears on his cheeks, and he turns away. “Kriff. Don't look at me.”
“I know you're tired,” Wedge soothes him. “I came to tell you Command canceled tonight's flight. We have eight full hours to sleep, and I thought you might like to do it in a bunk.”
Relief lights Wes's eyes. “Together?”
“Of course.”
vi.
“Am I doing this right?” Wedge asks anxiously, holding the prosthetic arm in his hands out for Hobbie to inspect.
“If you're doing it like I showed you, you're fine.” Hobbie smiles at him indulgently and takes a look. “There's a bit of build-up near the port you missed, though.”
Wedge resolutely takes up his cloth again and starts rubbing at it gently.
“Wedge.” Hobbie is still watching him, a soft smile on his face. “I wouldn't let you help me with this if I didn't trust you, love.”
Wedge flushes as biological fingers reach out to touch his. “Thanks.”
vii.
“Dance with me,” Wedge murmurs, and Mon doesn't hesitate. Her auburn hair is messy, white dress stained from the walk and climb to the Ewok village, but surrounded and filled with the glow of campfires and victory, Wedge has never seen her more beautiful.
Their arms surround each other, chaste and simple. Everyone is celebrating. No one will guess their secret.
“I worried I wouldn't see you tonight,” she tells him, so quiet.
He knows what's it's like to send soldiers into battle, to wait and worry.
He flashes her a grin. “You can't get rid of me that easily.”
viii.
“Be safe,” Wedge says as he watches Tycho climb into the TIE fighter's cockpit.
Tycho grins back at him. “Try not to have too much fun on your victory tour.”
Wedge makes a face. Tycho reaches for him, and by standing on his tiptoes Wedge can just brush their fingertips together. They've already had their goodbye kiss, and as much as Wedge wants to pull him back down for another, there isn't time.
“I'll be fine,” Tycho promises. “It's just a couple of weeks. Enjoy your time with the politicians, and I'll be back from Coruscant before you know it.”
ix.
Wedge doesn't tell Qwi about his experience with the Death Star at first. Not until it wakes him up as it still sometimes does, crying out hoarsely in the middle of the night, and she looks so frightened and concerned he can't not answer her questions.
Everything pours out. His fear then, his guilt now. How knowing she created it tangles up his feelings for her. He lays there turned away, grateful for the dark, breath held as he waits for her response.
Gently, Qwi holds him and kisses his neck. “Thank you for telling me this, Wedge,” she says.
x.
Wedge arrives home first.
It's still a pleasant shock to be able to say that – home. He hasn't had a real once since he was seventeen and watching his life burn up in front of his eyes. Now, this is it. A tiny apartment on Coruscant filled with pillows and cooking implements and knickknacks. And someone who loves him.
It still takes his breath away sometimes to realize again he gets to have this.
He has dinner ready when Iella joins him, and her smile is everything as he takes her into his arms and leads her to the kitchen.
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