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Title: Diversion
Fandom: Star Wars Rogue One/A New Hope
Characters: Rogue One team
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The team gets ready and comforts each other before the medal ceremony.
A/N: Written for Artemis100 for the multifandom drabble exchange.
Diversion:
“I don’t need a medal,” Chirrut protests even as he’s fussing at his robes. Baze steps close and helps him smooth them out. Chirrut tilts his head.
“I look respectable,” Baze protests.
“I don’t believe it,” Chirrut shoots back.
Bodhi stifles a laugh, covering his mouth as he leans in against Jyn for comfort. Cassian rubs his back as Jyn wraps an arm around his waist.
“They're not giving me a medal,” K-2SO complains.
“We’ll share,” Cassian attempts to sooth.
“Maybe I won’t accept mine in protest,” Chirrut smirks.
“Or you could just give me yours,” K-2 suggests.
“Yes,” Chirrut lights up. “Right after they hand it to me.”
“He can have mine, without the theatrics,” Baze offers.
“I think the point is the theatrics,” Jyn laughs.
Chirrut grins.
“I risked myself as much as any of you. If Henderson hadn’t been collecting parts…”
“We’re grateful,” Cassian interrupts. He leans into Bodhi, clearly the weight of almost losing K-2 making him off balance. Bodhi wraps an arm around him, squeezing Cassian’s shoulder.
“Take mine,” Bodhi offers. He hates standing in front of crowds.
“I’ll be in front of you the whole time,” K-2 reassures.
Bodhi nods, managing a faint smile.
Fandom: Star Wars Rogue One/A New Hope
Characters: Rogue One team
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The team gets ready and comforts each other before the medal ceremony.
A/N: Written for Artemis100 for the multifandom drabble exchange.
Diversion:
“I don’t need a medal,” Chirrut protests even as he’s fussing at his robes. Baze steps close and helps him smooth them out. Chirrut tilts his head.
“I look respectable,” Baze protests.
“I don’t believe it,” Chirrut shoots back.
Bodhi stifles a laugh, covering his mouth as he leans in against Jyn for comfort. Cassian rubs his back as Jyn wraps an arm around his waist.
“They're not giving me a medal,” K-2SO complains.
“We’ll share,” Cassian attempts to sooth.
“Maybe I won’t accept mine in protest,” Chirrut smirks.
“Or you could just give me yours,” K-2 suggests.
“Yes,” Chirrut lights up. “Right after they hand it to me.”
“He can have mine, without the theatrics,” Baze offers.
“I think the point is the theatrics,” Jyn laughs.
Chirrut grins.
“I risked myself as much as any of you. If Henderson hadn’t been collecting parts…”
“We’re grateful,” Cassian interrupts. He leans into Bodhi, clearly the weight of almost losing K-2 making him off balance. Bodhi wraps an arm around him, squeezing Cassian’s shoulder.
“Take mine,” Bodhi offers. He hates standing in front of crowds.
“I’ll be in front of you the whole time,” K-2 reassures.
Bodhi nods, managing a faint smile.
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