White Holes [Cassian Andor x OC]

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Dr. Lya Stryker brought a hand to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. She was a professional for the Force's sake. She didn't have to deal with this, dare she say a type of harassment! Her mood was irked and foul. That man was something else. From what Lya had heard about him, Captain Andor's reputation did somewhat proceed him. Despite his redundant questioning, he was a quiet man. It was rare for him to slip her any personal information even if she was his medic. To put it in simple terms he was a man of practicality, and from what she knew he wasn't one to beat around the bush. He didn't have many friends from what she could tell. His room was always empty of visitors. He appeared to be a no-nonsense kind of man who always got to the point.

The only individual that would be in the room often was a rebooted Imperial droid named K-2SO or Kaytoo. It had been weeks, and the man remained under pretenses of feeling unwell. This bothered Lya to no end since he was only occupying precious time and resources.

"Captain Andor, Happy day!" She said as she walked into his room with glee.

He was sitting up on his hospital bed and scratched his bearded neck. His pristine sheet covers hid most of his body except for his rugged face.

"Is today the day you finally agree to go out with me?" He asked in his peculiar foreign accent. A wide grin playing on his face. This feeling he had. It was something that had never consumed him in such a way. There was no way in hell that he was giving up any time soon. Her flustered expression only seemed to encourage him more. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She attempted to ignore the fact that her ears were turning red. The man had been in the medical ward for almost a month! (His ship was being repaired as well) And it was the same thing every single day. Frankly, it was getting old. "Ha! Believe it or not, it's even better," she waved her finger as she briefly skimmed through his health report.
"Today is the day that you are discharged. So, enjoy your freedom." She simply shrugged content with the fact that he would be out of her hair.
"Even better," he said wildly as he tossed the covers off his body and into the air. "That means that I can finally take you out."

She blinked twice surprised to see that he had been wearing his civilian clothing underneath the sheets. He jumped out of bed with some ease before flinching and bending over in pain. She didn't even bother in reaching for him. He deserved that.

"The fact that you're being discharged doesn't mean that you can run amuck. Your body still has to rest and regain its strength." She sighed dropping her head to the side a hand hanging on her hips. What was she going to do with this man?
The droid in the room stepped back cautiously. "As the days pass by I calculate there is a decreasing 22.5% chance that Dr. Stryker will agree to engage in this courting ritual with you," Kaytoo added robotically. She looked at the droid apprehensively, 'I mean, he's not wrong.' She thought to herself with a humorous huff.
"All I need is a 1%," Cassian added dramatically in protest. He allowed a hiss to escape his lips as he clutched his gut and slowly straightened his back. This was probably the first time that Lya got a good look at him. He was about her height. He wore a brown jacket over a pair of brown pants and matching boots. His frame was fit despite his brief moment of weakness, and his shaggy look fits him nicely.

"Doctor," he croaked still clenching his body. Slightly concerned she approached him. Her eyes scanned for any sign of injury or disease. She was about to ask what was wrong when he opened his mouth.
"You said maybe. Now I'm waiting for my yes." She looked at him with her azure eyes wide. The slightest flirtatious smirk made way to his face.
"Ugh!" She couldn't help herself. She swatted his side with the clipboard.
"Cassian! I am under no obligation or pretense to reciprocate your uncontrollable emotions or to entertain you!" She protested incredulously. He couldn't help but chuckle at her heated reaction. His hands reached for hers.
"I'll treat you like a princessa. I promise." He said dreamily with passion. There was something about him speaking his foreign language that made the blood rush to her face.
"Out. You are no longer my patient!" She exclaimed as she stormed out of his room. Her face crimson.
"The nerve on that one!" She shook her head distraught. Inside Cassian grinned at Kaytoo his hope didn't falter "She'll say yes soon. I know it."
"The percentage has now decreased to 7.63%" the other retorted sounding almost annoyed. ...

The following day Lya was relieved to attend work. There were still many pilots, soldiers and other medics that needed of her care, and today- Captain Cassian Andor would not be in the medical ward to distract her. She sighed content as she sipped some tea reaching her patient's new room. She looked at the chart of the individual. Jeron A. it read. He was a human suffering from some cardiac problem... She thought it was odd that no last name had been written and still stepped into the private curtained room.

"Good day Captain Jeron, I'm Dr.-" She was caught mid-sentence when she saw the Captain sitting in her consulting room.
"You!" She exclaimed almost tossing the clipboard over her head. Her brows knitted, she put the clipboard aside. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to the punch.
"Identity theft is not a joke!" She began sounding frustrated.
"Some real soldiers are injured in this ward. I can't afford to waste my time with you," she explained angrily. The serene expression on his face did not falter. He had come prepared. He had trimmed and shaped his beard, and his hair had also been shortened and combed over nicely with his fingers. He wore his best clothes.

"Why Doctor!" He said dramatically in a mocking tone. She wasn't having it today.
"I am not here under any pretenses. My second name is Jeron." He explained. It had also been his father's name once... She cut to the chase and approached him. "Alright." She grumbled walking towards him.
"Alright. So, what hurts?" She asked as she pulled out her stethoscope.
"My heart," he added in a sappy tone covering his 'aching' chest with both of his hands. She looked at him dead in the eyes one more time. He had to be joking. She felt as if she was the one that was going to be sick.
That was probably the worst line she had ever heard.
She felt her eyes roll back all the way to the back that he swore she saw the frontal lobe of her brain. Without another word she merely stepped out of the room.

The same thing happened the following day.
And the following.
And the following- The man had so many aliases she was concerned he was never going to run out.

Today she was supposed to be checking in with another male, who also had heart problems. She was on her way when she stumbled upon that massive droid that always seemed to accompany Cassian.

"Good day Dr. Stryker," he greeted politely.
"Yes?" She didn't stop walking.
"Pardon my intrusion, but over the passing of the last couple of days Captain Cassian has become quite irritating, 85% of his conversation topics revolve around you-" "Goodbye!" She called over her shoulder at the mention of the said Captain.

She could begin to feel her anger begin to boil in her insides as she approached the consulting door. She already knew what- or who was hiding behind it under pretenses.

"Alright!" She rushed into the room not bothering to knock on the door.
"Listen- I'm only going to say it once, and I will not be repeating myself. I am sick and tired of you coming in here under pretenses. People are dying!" She growled out angrily slamming the door behind her. It was then that she noticed that there was a red Mon Calamari male sitting inside instead. He looked mildly horrified at her uncharacteristic outbursts.
"I am so sorry!" she gasped and apologized to appease the shocked man.

After checking on him, she stepped out of the room consumed by the embarrassment. She leaned against the wall and buried her red face in her flat palms. If she saw that man again oh- Bringing her hands down she saw a pair of familiar boots peeking through the gaps between her fingers. Oh no... She slowly brought her head up and saw a formal bouquet of flowers before her. They were bigger and way more gorgeous than the last. These had not been hand-picked. Flower giving was a tradition foreign to her, and she assumed it might have meant something from whatever hole it was he had crawled out of.

"Alright..." she said dropping her hands down in defeat.

She took in a deep breath ready to tell him and tell him to go screw himself.

However- despite the thousands of "no"s she had said to him he somehow remained hopeful. Despite his rugged looks and persistent intensity, he was charming in his own way.

"Fine," she rubbed her temples. What was one date anyways?
"Fine. Fine." she continued repeating. The smile on his face simply grew to be wider. She was not pleased. Despite this, she looked away with a visible pout. She presumed that Captain Andor was a handsome man. He was highly esteemed around the base. The issue was that she simply did not have any spare time to "date" during the rebellion. He should know best.

"Pick me up after work at the end of the week, and I will go out with you. If you are a moment late, you can forget about it." He handed her the bouquet giddily.

It was official.

It was a date.