Starstruck

Jackets are bad pillows - 5

Ok, side note. This chapter will be 100% jassian trash, because I am jassian trash. Prepare yourselves.

First things first, sleeping on a small ship with no beds isn't comfortable or nearly as exiting as holobooks would have you think. It's cold, flat and hurts. Jackets don't make good pillows and some spare netting as a blanket means you get tangled up and suffocated slightly by the various ways of encasing yourself in a effort to cling onto your last piece of warmth. Funny how if you cut a hole in a net, it means it has fewer holes than before. But that's not what you're here for. That's not what Jyn thought she was here for. Nets, sleeping on a metal floor and badly constructed jacket pillows which don't do a damn thing. Not what you'd imagine helping a rebel mission. She'd had visions of tents, sleeping bags and lit stoves, sleeping under the stars, finding everything they needed within a couple of days, and then... Then what? If she failed to give them their information, would they send her back to the Imperial camp? No, they couldn't. She'd (indirectly) destroyed the Death Star and been trusted on a mission to get information for secret rebel archives after disobeying orders. If the Empire accepted a prisoner the rebels referred to them, I'd make a point of letting them go. But that's just me being petty and showing that I listen to no one and nothing, which can't be good.

Jyn was not having fun. Space went by loudly overhead and floors are cold, as it is. Chirrut and Baze lounged in a corner, dozing, Chirrut repeating the Force mantra sleepily. Bohdi was balanced dangerously on a box of live ammunition, which could have ended very badly. K2 had shut down in a corner, ready to give directions and probabilities that they could have maybe managed without. Cassian, on the otherhand, had found a better sleeping solution. Not sleeping. Not the best idea, having a sleep-deprived pilot, who already looks like he wouldn't object to putting a blaster bolt between you eyes, who Jyn had managed to get on the nerves of already. It was all good. He was slumped in his pilots seat, boots braced against the control panel, watching the swirls and patterns of hyperspace flash past. How he could look at that for more than two minutes without fainting, projectile vomiting or going insane, Jyn didn't understand, but thought it best not to question. They were the only ones left awake, after Chirrut drifted off into sleep after around 80 rounds of "I am one with the Force and the Force is with me", which was comforting, but maddeningly repetitive.
"You need to sleep at some point." Jyn stated. He glared at her, as if to say, "Make me."
"Someone needs to make sure we don't crash back into Hoth." He answered.
"K2 can do that."
"He'd give us all nightmares by working out that we have a 20% chance of survival and that none of us two will live to see our 30th birthday." Jyn gave a hollow laugh.
"Fabulous. If you keep yourself up, you'll probably crash us by falling asleep."
"That won't happen."
"Could do. Are you really not at all tired?"
"I'm exhausted, but if you think I'm sleeping after that escapade, you've got another thing coming."
"You're welcome to borrow my net."
"Thank you, but there are some blankets in the back."
"Now you tell me?!"
Cassian laughed.
"At least come and sit down. You'll wreck your spine sitting like that all night."
"Fine." He left his post and sat beside her on the floor. "You need sleep too." He pointed out.
"In a minute." She waved his concern away, but lent her head on his shoulder. He immediately tensed. This wasn't in the Rebel spy manual. She smiled. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, making her smile wider, as she drifted off to sleep.

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Her awakening wasn't as peaceful though. "SHUT UP K2!"
"I'm simply stating the obvious facts, Cassian. She fell asleep on shoulder, which means you had to leave your seat, which means you two talked and were awake while the rest of us were asleep."
"That's none of your business, so you can take you theories and inferences and shove them-"
"I've seen and analysed the way you catch each other's eye and all evidence points to-"
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO EITHER SHUT UP OR SHUT DOWN. I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR OPINIONS ON WHO I TALK TO AND WHEN, DID I?!" Most of the crew were wide awake now. Bohdi was working with the control panel, removing wires and placing them in exactly the same slots as they were originally in, as an excuse to eavesdrop. Chirrut repeated the Force poem over the yelling and Baze reloaded an already loaded blaster. It was an awkward situation for all involved. Jyn had been jolted awake when her human pillow had leapt to his feet in defiance and realised halfway through standing up that his legs had died and almost fell over and sat on her head, which was a pretty close call. "Good morning, Jyn." Cassian said as he left the room, finally done with K2's (accurate) assumptions. The fact that they were so painfully accurate made him ever angrier. Stupid droids. Always right. He did look at Jyn. He did talk to her. He did catch her eye. He did care about her. And the fact that he was stuck on a ship with her, a droid who could accurately analyse feelings, a curious ex-Imperial cargo pilot, a protector of a Jedi temple and a blaster expert made the whole thing worse. Not to mention the fact he'd previously received orders to assassinate her father. That too. He wondered if she still hated him. Probably. Jyn just didn't do feelings.