At Last---A Jassian Fanfiction

Chapter 2

K-2SO. The most obnoxious droid in the galaxy. He is the one that saved us. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
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We sat on our knees on the beach. Knowing that the end was near. We held onto each other. Our way of showing the affection we have been holding back until this moment.

And all of a sudden, as if an angel was bestowing us with their presence, a ship, battered and beaten but none the less working, landing suddenly about 5 feet from us.

And as if the Force was playing a crude joke on us, it was none other than K2 himself.

A sudden adrenaline ran through me.

We had a chance. A good fighting chance.

I ran for it with a strength I never knew I had. I carried Cassian in my arms bridal style.

Neither of us asked K2 a single thing. We worked as if we rehearsed our whole lives for this moment. Mechanically.

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By a pure stroke of luck, we made it out of Scarif by the skin of our teeth.

Silent tears ran down my eyes as I realized our bittersweet survival.
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It has been several weeks since Scarif. It feels like a couple days though because until recently, we have been in the infirmary recovering from our injuries.

Even though he is the most of obnoxious droid in the galaxy, I do have to thank K2 for saving our asses. Without him, we wouldn't be here right now.

As I walk down the halls, I spot K2 walking in my direction. His new droid body is just like his old one. Supposedly, when he connected himself to the ship's data-frame to find the location of the room we needed to find, he also sent his own data in the ship's frame which would then transfer to another droid if he was ever destroyed. Smart droid.

"K", I say.

"Greetings, Jyn Erso.", he replies calmly, "I see you have recovered from your injuries."

I know droids do not have emotions but hopefully, K2 will feel some sort of gratitude towards my thanks.

"K2, I just wanted to thank you. You are the reason we are alive and I want you to know that I will cherish every sarcastic remark you have toward me from now on, no matter how annoying you are." I send a grin his way and if his mouth could move, there would be a grin on it, too.

"You are welcome."

He begins to walk away but then suddenly stops.

He looks back at me and says, "I'm glad that you survived despite the high probability that you wouldn't."

"I'm glad that you survived, too."

With that, we parted ways.

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I would do this with Cassian but I really want to be alone for this.

About 1/3 of a mile from the rebel base, a memorial was created for those who lost their lives in the battle of Scarif. That is where I am now.

I run my fingers along the engraved names I can personally recognize on the large plaque.

Chirrut Îmwe, Bodhi Rook, Baze Malbus.

I quietly weep for my friends as I sink to my knees. I will make sure you did not die in vain.

Princess Leia Organa did receive the Death Star plans but that is not enough for me. I want to see the Empire burn to the ground.

I hear foot steps behind me and become alert. I have been on edge since Scarif. Imagining that Krennic will come back from the dead to kill me. Idiot.

"It's only me." I recognize Cassian's thick accent and relax.

He kneels down beside me and sees my tears.

"I would tell you they're in a better place now but the fact is, I wish they were here ,too."

Knowing that Cassian feels the same way, I weep with relief. I am not alone in this mental struggle.

"I keep...getting these horrible flashes...of PTSD...and they won't stop," I chock out between sobs.

He comforts me by bringing me into a deep hug and rubbing my back. I soon feel water droplets on my cheeks. His tears.

"Me, too."

What I say next is on impulse.

"Cassian...can I stay with you tonight?"

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Author's Note:

You can guess what's gonna happen next. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There are more very sad moments to come.