The Storms of Kamino: Crosshair

Heart to Heart

"Leave us," Crosshair said to the guards standing by the controls of the cell. They left and it was just the two of us staring back at each other. It had been a few days since Rampart incarcerated me and this was the first time Crosshair had come to see me. I was sitting on the slab of metal that dared to be called a bed, my back resting uncomfortably on the wall.

I folded my arms across my chest. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"What do you think? I came to see you," he responded.

I scoffed. "Really? You came to see me? More likely, Admiral Asshole told you to come here and make sure I wasn't making any trouble or spouting anymore so called lies about him."

"Actually, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are they treating you well?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine. Mostly bored. No one really talks about how dull being locked up is."

Crosshair smirked. "That's true. When I was in here, not too long ago, the hours seemed to inch by."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "When were you put in the brig?"

"Rampart put us all in this very cell when we came back to Kamino after Onderon."

"You and the rest of the Batch?" I pressed.

He nodded and frowned, not in an angry way, but in a regretful way, like if he could turn back time, he'd do things differently. "I was their teammate, their friend... their brother. And, they still cast me aside."

I got up and wandered over the forcefield that was keeping us apart. "Crosshair, have you ever stopped to think about not why they left, but why you stayed? You could have gone with them, but you didn't. Why?"

He shook his head. "I couldn't. They disobeyed orders, made me look like a fool. Besides, they wouldn't have taken me in, especially now, not after all I've done."

"I don't believe that for a second," I said, sternly. "They love you, even with your flaws. That's what family does. You've always been an acquired taste, even more so when we first met, but you're not a bad person."

He studied me with his deep brown eyes, trying to convince himself that what I was saying was true. "When I came back from Bracca and you helped me in your infirmary, how long was I out for?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Crosshair, stop trying to change the subject."

He held his hand up to signal me to stop talking. "Just, answer the question." 

I thought back, trying to remember. "I don't know, a few hours, maybe."

He nodded. "All I could see when I was asleep was a bright, white light that was surrounding me. It was blinding, like the hallways in Kamino after stepping into them after being in darkness for hours. But, I heard a voice. Your voice, Y/N. You said, 'Come back to me.' Is that true or was it something my mind made up?"

I gulped. "Yes, that's true."

Crosshair looked at the floor when he asked his next question. "It it true that you kissed me?"

My eyes widened. "I didn't think you knew about that."  

He chuckled, softly. "I'd have to be dead to not know about that. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't my imagination. That it was real."

"It was real," I whispered. "It was real."

Comm chatter from Crosshair's helmet suddenly interrupted us. He put it on to listen and abruptly said, "I have to go. I'll see what I can do about getting you out of here. Don't go far."

My mouth gapped trying to come up with a clever reply to his sarcastic comment, but before I could, he was gone.