Cassian Andor Masterlist

The One That Got Away (Part 11)

Synopsis: Reader is Force-sensitive. As the First Order reigns Kylo Ren had captured her during one of the missions and tried to bring her to the dark side, yet he failed the first time. In fears that Kylo will hurt her and the ones, she loves Y/N breaks Cassian's heart and disappears. Two years down the path circumstances make them meet. Cassian is determined to get the reader back, but she has her own mind set to make sure he never wants to see her again.

Pairing: Cassian x Reader; Platonic!Poe x Reader

Warnings: idk any more, read at your own risk

Genre: still angst but fluff is appearing

Word count: 5097

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Y/N couldn't breathe. She was suffocating. The girl tried to claw at her throat, to get the foreign object out, but strong hands gripped at her wrists, pushing them down. Everything was too bright and too loud and too much.
She gasped for air but pain shot through her lungs. What was happening? Where was she? Who were those people? All rang through her head but then one question made her still, only tears and ragged attempts at breathing made her body move. Who was she?
The doctor started to explain something. The tube, the thing that wasn't allowing her to breathe, was meant to help her do so while she had been in a coma.
"Coma?" she tried to ask, but gurgling sounds escaped once again robbing her of air.
"Don't talk, not yet. I'll remove the tube. First, you'll just have to try and take a breath on your own. Then you'll try and talk. Okay?"
She could only nod. He had called her that name, the name the girl had heard in that weird place in between life and death. Y/N. Was that her name?
The doctor gripped one end of the tube and started to pull it out of her throat. Instantly her gag reflex tried to switch on, but she pushed all of those down so he could take the plastic out. Y/N had thought she'd be relieved to be able to take a breath of fresh air but found herself unable to do so.
He had brought her up into a sitting position making her cough out mucus and other disgusting things, yet none of that seemed to be helping. It felt like her throat all of her airways and lungs had been tied off with a string, not letting the much-needed oxygen in.

"Breathe, try and remember how to do so. Inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth."
And she tried, but every time she pulled a tiny bit of air in, it got stuck on its way to her lungs. The tightening in her chest kept growing and growing, painful tears sliding down her cheeks until she pulled the air in a bit stronger and it broke the dam.
Air rushed in her body and with a gasp she shuddered as the oxygen found its way through her veins.
"There we go, good girl," the doctor pulled from the side another tube. This time it had two smaller openings in the middle of it. "It'll make it easier to breathe," he reassured the girl as he hooked it behind her ears and placed the two nozzles in her nose.
Pure oxygen entered her body and she closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of being able to breathe again.
A nurse made her bed into a sitting position and helped Y/N lie down, fluffing up the pillows behind her back to make it a bit more comfortable.
"We're just going to check on your vitals. We'll try and keep it as short as possible, you must have a lot of questions."
A raspy "okay" was her response. "At least I have a voice," she thought to herself because the number of things she needed clarifying on was insane. She allowed them to take her blood, its pressure and listen to her heartbeat. He checked out her joints and her muscle deterioration, but everything seemed to be normal. The doctors next instruction was just to take it slow for the next couple of days, to do minimal exercise slowly increasing the intensity and she'd be released within a week.
"I can see you have many questions," he said while removing his gloves, "so hit me."
"Who am I," was the first thing that escaped the girl's mouth, "and why can't I remember anything?"
He sighed sitting down on the edge of her bed. His hand reached for something strapped to the footing of it and pulled back a board with pieces of paper strapped to it, handing it to the girl sitting on the bed.
"Your name is Y/N L/N and you are one of the best commanders the rebellion has ever seen."
Her eyes widened in shock as she looked up at the doctor.
"I'm a what now?"
"You're a commander of the Gold squadron, serving under General Leia. That is right now. Before that, you were stationed on Yavin4. There too you had made quite the name for yourself."
"How-umm- how do you," she emphasised the last word, "know me?"
"You were a regular back on Yavin and we became good friends," a sad smile appeared on the man's lips. "I got you out of trouble more times than I'd like to say. If I hadn't stitched you up or bandaged you, Mon Mothma would've never allowed you to set foot on a ship ever again, let alone with your friends." He chuckled to that while Y/N scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. Her Y/E/C eyes scanned the first page in front of her. It provided the most basic information- name, age, height, weight, any lasting medical traumas, where she was stationed.
"Where is D'Qar?"
"Umm, it's- uh- it's gone."
"How is it gone?"
"It got blown up. There was a mole in the Resistance, which because of you, there is none," he cleared his throat. "I don't have much detail, I'm a doctor, I don't sit in on the big meetings, but Kylo Ren," that name sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know why but hearing it made her angry and fear flood through her veins. "He sent a Dreadnought and blew up the base while you were on a mission. So everyone from that base evacuated and headed for Yavin4, but things happened and now- umm- now we're on Akiva, another base, which should be safe for the time being."
It was a lot of information to process, let alone what was written on the next page as she flipped it over. Most of the words didn't mean anything. Some stuck out like the Force or Force-sensitive. Something in her blood answered as she muttered the words under her breath.
Her eyes landed on two names that sent a weird warm feeling through her, like a friend assuring everything would be fine.
"What is Rogue One? And umm, who is this Cassian Andor? He is listed as the first person to be contacted if I ever got hurt."
The doctor looked towards the blinds which had been closed by one of the nurses at some point because Y/N was pretty sure they had been pulled up when her eyes shot wide open. And she was almost a hundred percent sure that is where the majority of the light had come in, why her eyes had had such a hard time adapting to the sudden brightness of hospital bulbs.
"Rogue One," he kept looking at slits as if he could see through, "is a group of people, it's a team, with probably the most remarkable, brave and smart people in the Resistance. And you were- are- a part of them."
Again her eyes felt like they would pop out from shock. "I am?"
"Yeah. And Cassian Andor is the captain and he also was your fiancé."
"I am- was- engaged?"
He could only nod in response. There was pity in his eyes, which sent a sour taste up to her mouth and sort of grief on his face. "I'm probably not the best person to tell you all of this. Listen," he turned to look the confused girl in the eyes as her mind still tried to wrap around the bombshell of the decade, "there are some people out there that want to see you. Your friends. I'm gonna go and brief them that you are fine and should be okay. Then, if that is all right with you, I'll allow them to come inside. Not all of them together," he saw the girl tense up, "but two, three maximum at a time, okay?"
She gulped. Y/n didn't know what to expect when she saw and met these strangers that supposedly she had known for years or had become incredibly close to they considered her family.
"We'll start off with the people you've most recently met. Maybe that will jog your memory, okay?"
He had a kind face, Y/N noted. The face of a man that can only be seen as selfless and caring. The job of a doctor suited him. She also noted that he was married, a golden band wrapped around his left ring finger. Tiny details like that seemed to be working. She could feel memories pressing against her mind, trying to break out from this invisible jail, so Y/N released a shuddering breath before she nodded once again.
"Okay," she said in hopes that seeing or hearing voices that were supposed to be familiar would allow her to find out who she was instead of spending the rest of her life as a blank piece of paper.