Jyn Erso One-Shots

Friends

Eight-year-old Jyn sat on the hard, rock floor and wrapped a ratty blanket around her shoulders. Her small body wasn't used to the intense physical training.

She shivered as a gale of wind blew through the window. Jyn sighed and looked up towards the ceiling. How did she get here? She asked herself that question every day since Saw Gerrera had found her.

She missed her mama and papa, their apartment on Coruscant, Mac-Vee, and all the many toys her papa had brought back for her, especially Beeny and Stormy.

Jyn's lips lifted into a small smile.

There were so many nights when her papa would come into her room and tuck a toy into her arms, no matter what planet they were on. He would kiss her on her forehead and then tuck her hair behind her ear.

Tears fell down Jyn's cheeks. She angrily brushed them aside. She was too old to cry.

A shadow crossed the room.

"Jyn?"

Jyn looked up suddenly. She hadn't heard the other girl come in.

"Are you okay?" Myri Sadira kneeled down close to her.

Jyn turned her head away from the older girl. She didn't want to cry like a baby in front of anyone.

"You're homesick," the girl said gently. "That's normal."

Jyn felt a hand on her shoulder. She sniffed and looked at Myri.

"I'm your friend, Jyn. It'll be okay."

"I've never had a real friend before," Jyn whispered.

"Well, now you do. We take care of our own here. No one gets left behind."