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Title: I Don't Want to Wonder
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: Gregor/Fay
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Second Sister shows up Gregor teams up with Ganodi in an effort to escape.
A/N: Thanks to MapleOwl18 for the encouragement and linking me to the 212th Appreciation Week.
I Don't Want to Wonder:
There’s an Inquisitor stalking through the market stalls and for a moment Gregor thinks she’s here for him. He keeps his head down, finishes stacking the boxes he’s delivering and retreats to the nearest dark alley with an exit. He’s got more than one escape route planned and an easy way to grab the belongings he’d hope to bring with him.
Except all his planning falters when he realizes he’s not the only one hiding in the shadows of the alleyway. He shifts, trying to figure out if the person hiding is running from the Inquisitor or aiding them. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen more than one Inquisitor hunt together.
There’s a soft fearful inhalation.
Gregor wants to reassure, but the Inquisitor is stalking towards the alley. She might not see them, she might only be coming this way, but it’s hard to tell where her focus is when a mask covers her face. He side-steps into the nearest doorway. A Rodian girl vaults herself up and onto the roof of the building. Gregor swallows the swear that wants to claw its way out of his throat. He knows her! She works one of those inventory jobs that pays lunch and credits, she always gives her lunch away with a kind smile. There’s no way she made that jump without using the Force. He watches her take several running steps across the roof and then vault down over the side. The Inquisitor moves towards her then. Gregor moves too.
He shoves the door open. She’s heading for the tunnel that’s in the alley, but there’s access in this building. Gregor pulls out his blaster as his steps pound on the pavement, trying to catch up.
For a moment it’s all harsh breathing, running feet, and taunts from the Inquisitor. He follows them down a turn that spills all of them out into the forest. They’re still ahead of him. He can’t guarantee a clean shot on the Inquisitor, not one that will make a difference anyway. He might be able to distract her into going after him, but that might not slow her down enough to let the Rodian get away.
The Inquisitor pauses at the bottom steps to a temple. Gregor stills, brings his blaster up. Her face mask shifts away until she’s glaring at him. Yellow eyes study him. He hesitates. She ignites her double blade. She sneers, then pounces, but not towards him, up the steps.
There used to be a museum exhibit dedicated to this temple, but they took it down when the Empire expanded into the nearby sector. There’s a side entrance. Gregor runs towards it. As he rounds the corner into the darkened hall he suddenly finds himself unable to move. Soft, careful fingers press against the side of his head.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Gregor tries.
There’s a startled breath, then a voice full of sadness and concern, “You don’t have a chip. Why are you helping her?”
“I’m trying to help you,” he tells her. “I’m Gregor.”
“Ganodi,” she introduces carefully.
“Got blown up more than once,” Gregor informs her. “Chip didn’t work with the brain damage, but I still had it removed.”
She releases her Force hold on him. He turns to take her in despite the low light.
“Why run here?” he asks. He hopes it wasn’t to give him a chance to get away, be just like a Jedi to sacrifice themselves, but still he hopes those aren’t her words.
“I hid a ship here. We could both fit.”
“You any good at flying?” he asks. “I can take a gunner position, but I’m not the best pilot.”
“I’m a better pilot than gunner.”
He grunts his acknowledgement, “Let’s go then.”
“You really didn’t think you’d make it far, did you?” the Inquisitor asks from the entrance.
“Trilla?” Ganodi whispers, tone full of horror, even as she puts herself between him and the Inquisitor.
“Second Sister,” the Inquisitor corrects.
“No,” Ganodi contradicts. “You’re Trilla Suduri. I looked up to you. You used to teach…”
“If I didn’t spare Master Koth or his child, what makes you think I’ll spare you?”
Gregor doesn’t wait for the taunt to settle between them. He brings his blaster up and fires at her. She deflects with her lightsaber, but it’s enough to shake Ganodi and then she’s tugging him and they’re running together away from the Inquisitor. He has to follow Ganodi. He doesn’t know where she kept her ship. He manages to turn and fire near Second Sister, part of the temple ceiling falling between them and slowing her advance.
Ganodi stumbles into a room and reaches her hands out, using the Force to move a large stone into the doorway to block it. She leans over her knees and pants. “I knew her! I learned from her! I…”
Ganodi trails off and shudders.
“And now she’s trying to kill us,” Gregor reminds.
“Right,” Ganodi agrees as she races up the nearby stairway. Gregor follows her up. There are crystals of varying color, mostly blue and green with an occasional yellow lighting up as she passes. She hesitates on a landing. “Do you hear that?”
“Is your ship that way?” Gregor asks.
Ganodi glances up the stairs, her expression tightening, then she stares down the hallway the landing leads to. The same crystals on the stairway start to light up down the hallway. They almost seem to twinkle. Gregor takes a slow breath, not sure what to do with the eeriness that is crawling up his spine.
A memory hits him then. A commander with a starburst pattern putting himself in front of a man with a beard and hair flowing around his head, wearing a brown robe that also shifts in the breeze. He’s sitting, cross-legged, looking calm as the commander informs him, “We don’t have time for weird Force shenanigans, sir!”
For a brief moment Gregor wishes he could remember who they were, but each remembered memory is another to treasure, if they live through this.
“We have to go,” Gregor tries to remind. She’s already stepping into the hallway.
“The way we need to go is forward,” she tells him. Her voice almost sounds distant, as if she’s not really paying attention to him, as if all of her attention is focused on the archway at the end of the hallway. He gives the stairway one more longing glance and then follows her. He’s suddenly, desperately wishing for his armor. The weight of it would feel like protection.
The archway gives way to a room. There’s a column in the middle of the room with a mechanical sphere that has several of the crystals inland around it resting on top. Ganodi steps close, resting both of her hands on the sphere. The crystals shift. Gregor wants to protest. This isn't getting them to safety.
And then the room seems to shift. Gregor isn’t sure how. Can a room suddenly appear less dusty, less unused?
Ganodi sags and he shifts quickly to catch her before her legs give out completely. She manages to get her feet under her and settle the sphere back on its column.
“I forgot how empty the universe felt,” she comments, a touch of awe in her voice. “It’s so full of light now.”
“Light?” Gregor questions skeptically.
“We’re not in danger anymore,” she reassures as she rests a hand on his arm and takes a steady step away from him. She takes in a slow breath and lets it out. “I think we’re in the past, some time before the purge.”
“The past?” Gregor repeats.
“There’s another Jedi here,” she says. Her words cause the last of the tension to bleed from her body. She looks lighter, more hopeful.
“Second Sister?” he questions.
“No,” Ganodi tells him. “I don’t sense Trilla anymore. We aren’t being hunted anymore, Gregor.”
“That’s…something,” Gregor admits. If it’s true then there’s hope. They can’t really be in the past, can they?
“There’s a presence here I’ve only felt once before,” Ganodi tilts her head. “I think she can help us.”
“Help would be good,” Gregor admits.
Ganodi nods, then starts down the stairs. Gregor follows. The hallway that he shot into crumbling is intact. At least he’s relatively certain he’s not turned around.
They find a woman sitting on the steps of the temple. She’s wearing cream colored robes with a wide tan sash. Her light brown hair hangs loosely down her back, but is tucked behind pointed ears.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I think you need my help,” she says. Her tone is almost conversational, but also there’s an element of stating a fact.
“I did not mean to keep you waiting, Master,” Ganodi tells her as she approaches. “We do need help.”
Ganodi drops down onto the step near the Jedi Master and leans in. The woman wraps an arm around her. Ganodi sighs.
“I wasn’t chiding,” she reassures. “Do you remember me?”
She smiles down at Ganodi and then glances at Gregor. Every part of Gregor stills. No one told him Jedi could be so beautiful.
She laughs, her gaze once more rising to meet his. “Thank you.”
He thought that, didn’t he? He doesn’t remember saying that out loud. Can Jedi read minds? Are his thoughts too loud?
“Peace,” she tells him. “I can feel your admiration and see the compliment on your face.”
“Ma’am,” he manages, hoping he comes across as respectful.
“Thank you for keeping Ganodi safe,” she tells him.
“We kept each other safe,” Gregor counters. “I’m Gregor.”
“Jedi Master Fay,” she introduces, inclining her head, even as she rubs Ganodi’s back. “Now, what is it you need me to help you fix?”
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: Gregor/Fay
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Second Sister shows up Gregor teams up with Ganodi in an effort to escape.
A/N: Thanks to MapleOwl18 for the encouragement and linking me to the 212th Appreciation Week.
I Don't Want to Wonder:
There’s an Inquisitor stalking through the market stalls and for a moment Gregor thinks she’s here for him. He keeps his head down, finishes stacking the boxes he’s delivering and retreats to the nearest dark alley with an exit. He’s got more than one escape route planned and an easy way to grab the belongings he’d hope to bring with him.
Except all his planning falters when he realizes he’s not the only one hiding in the shadows of the alleyway. He shifts, trying to figure out if the person hiding is running from the Inquisitor or aiding them. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen more than one Inquisitor hunt together.
There’s a soft fearful inhalation.
Gregor wants to reassure, but the Inquisitor is stalking towards the alley. She might not see them, she might only be coming this way, but it’s hard to tell where her focus is when a mask covers her face. He side-steps into the nearest doorway. A Rodian girl vaults herself up and onto the roof of the building. Gregor swallows the swear that wants to claw its way out of his throat. He knows her! She works one of those inventory jobs that pays lunch and credits, she always gives her lunch away with a kind smile. There’s no way she made that jump without using the Force. He watches her take several running steps across the roof and then vault down over the side. The Inquisitor moves towards her then. Gregor moves too.
He shoves the door open. She’s heading for the tunnel that’s in the alley, but there’s access in this building. Gregor pulls out his blaster as his steps pound on the pavement, trying to catch up.
For a moment it’s all harsh breathing, running feet, and taunts from the Inquisitor. He follows them down a turn that spills all of them out into the forest. They’re still ahead of him. He can’t guarantee a clean shot on the Inquisitor, not one that will make a difference anyway. He might be able to distract her into going after him, but that might not slow her down enough to let the Rodian get away.
The Inquisitor pauses at the bottom steps to a temple. Gregor stills, brings his blaster up. Her face mask shifts away until she’s glaring at him. Yellow eyes study him. He hesitates. She ignites her double blade. She sneers, then pounces, but not towards him, up the steps.
There used to be a museum exhibit dedicated to this temple, but they took it down when the Empire expanded into the nearby sector. There’s a side entrance. Gregor runs towards it. As he rounds the corner into the darkened hall he suddenly finds himself unable to move. Soft, careful fingers press against the side of his head.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Gregor tries.
There’s a startled breath, then a voice full of sadness and concern, “You don’t have a chip. Why are you helping her?”
“I’m trying to help you,” he tells her. “I’m Gregor.”
“Ganodi,” she introduces carefully.
“Got blown up more than once,” Gregor informs her. “Chip didn’t work with the brain damage, but I still had it removed.”
She releases her Force hold on him. He turns to take her in despite the low light.
“Why run here?” he asks. He hopes it wasn’t to give him a chance to get away, be just like a Jedi to sacrifice themselves, but still he hopes those aren’t her words.
“I hid a ship here. We could both fit.”
“You any good at flying?” he asks. “I can take a gunner position, but I’m not the best pilot.”
“I’m a better pilot than gunner.”
He grunts his acknowledgement, “Let’s go then.”
“You really didn’t think you’d make it far, did you?” the Inquisitor asks from the entrance.
“Trilla?” Ganodi whispers, tone full of horror, even as she puts herself between him and the Inquisitor.
“Second Sister,” the Inquisitor corrects.
“No,” Ganodi contradicts. “You’re Trilla Suduri. I looked up to you. You used to teach…”
“If I didn’t spare Master Koth or his child, what makes you think I’ll spare you?”
Gregor doesn’t wait for the taunt to settle between them. He brings his blaster up and fires at her. She deflects with her lightsaber, but it’s enough to shake Ganodi and then she’s tugging him and they’re running together away from the Inquisitor. He has to follow Ganodi. He doesn’t know where she kept her ship. He manages to turn and fire near Second Sister, part of the temple ceiling falling between them and slowing her advance.
Ganodi stumbles into a room and reaches her hands out, using the Force to move a large stone into the doorway to block it. She leans over her knees and pants. “I knew her! I learned from her! I…”
Ganodi trails off and shudders.
“And now she’s trying to kill us,” Gregor reminds.
“Right,” Ganodi agrees as she races up the nearby stairway. Gregor follows her up. There are crystals of varying color, mostly blue and green with an occasional yellow lighting up as she passes. She hesitates on a landing. “Do you hear that?”
“Is your ship that way?” Gregor asks.
Ganodi glances up the stairs, her expression tightening, then she stares down the hallway the landing leads to. The same crystals on the stairway start to light up down the hallway. They almost seem to twinkle. Gregor takes a slow breath, not sure what to do with the eeriness that is crawling up his spine.
A memory hits him then. A commander with a starburst pattern putting himself in front of a man with a beard and hair flowing around his head, wearing a brown robe that also shifts in the breeze. He’s sitting, cross-legged, looking calm as the commander informs him, “We don’t have time for weird Force shenanigans, sir!”
For a brief moment Gregor wishes he could remember who they were, but each remembered memory is another to treasure, if they live through this.
“We have to go,” Gregor tries to remind. She’s already stepping into the hallway.
“The way we need to go is forward,” she tells him. Her voice almost sounds distant, as if she’s not really paying attention to him, as if all of her attention is focused on the archway at the end of the hallway. He gives the stairway one more longing glance and then follows her. He’s suddenly, desperately wishing for his armor. The weight of it would feel like protection.
The archway gives way to a room. There’s a column in the middle of the room with a mechanical sphere that has several of the crystals inland around it resting on top. Ganodi steps close, resting both of her hands on the sphere. The crystals shift. Gregor wants to protest. This isn't getting them to safety.
And then the room seems to shift. Gregor isn’t sure how. Can a room suddenly appear less dusty, less unused?
Ganodi sags and he shifts quickly to catch her before her legs give out completely. She manages to get her feet under her and settle the sphere back on its column.
“I forgot how empty the universe felt,” she comments, a touch of awe in her voice. “It’s so full of light now.”
“Light?” Gregor questions skeptically.
“We’re not in danger anymore,” she reassures as she rests a hand on his arm and takes a steady step away from him. She takes in a slow breath and lets it out. “I think we’re in the past, some time before the purge.”
“The past?” Gregor repeats.
“There’s another Jedi here,” she says. Her words cause the last of the tension to bleed from her body. She looks lighter, more hopeful.
“Second Sister?” he questions.
“No,” Ganodi tells him. “I don’t sense Trilla anymore. We aren’t being hunted anymore, Gregor.”
“That’s…something,” Gregor admits. If it’s true then there’s hope. They can’t really be in the past, can they?
“There’s a presence here I’ve only felt once before,” Ganodi tilts her head. “I think she can help us.”
“Help would be good,” Gregor admits.
Ganodi nods, then starts down the stairs. Gregor follows. The hallway that he shot into crumbling is intact. At least he’s relatively certain he’s not turned around.
They find a woman sitting on the steps of the temple. She’s wearing cream colored robes with a wide tan sash. Her light brown hair hangs loosely down her back, but is tucked behind pointed ears.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I think you need my help,” she says. Her tone is almost conversational, but also there’s an element of stating a fact.
“I did not mean to keep you waiting, Master,” Ganodi tells her as she approaches. “We do need help.”
Ganodi drops down onto the step near the Jedi Master and leans in. The woman wraps an arm around her. Ganodi sighs.
“I wasn’t chiding,” she reassures. “Do you remember me?”
She smiles down at Ganodi and then glances at Gregor. Every part of Gregor stills. No one told him Jedi could be so beautiful.
She laughs, her gaze once more rising to meet his. “Thank you.”
He thought that, didn’t he? He doesn’t remember saying that out loud. Can Jedi read minds? Are his thoughts too loud?
“Peace,” she tells him. “I can feel your admiration and see the compliment on your face.”
“Ma’am,” he manages, hoping he comes across as respectful.
“Thank you for keeping Ganodi safe,” she tells him.
“We kept each other safe,” Gregor counters. “I’m Gregor.”
“Jedi Master Fay,” she introduces, inclining her head, even as she rubs Ganodi’s back. “Now, what is it you need me to help you fix?”