FROM SIM WITH SHELONEI AS DOC, ADAM AS MYN, MIKE AS MIKE, COREY AS WEDGE, DANA AS DANA, ISA AS REILIN AND GAVIN, MIDDOUR AS TYCHO, VICKIE AS HOBBIE'S LETTER, CHRIS AS CORRAN
When Myn, Mike and Doc had finished their little break in packing, she put down her empty lum bottle in the sink to rinse out later. "Ready boys?"
Myn put his bottle in the sink, "Do we have to?"
"If we must," Mike sighed.
Doc chuckled, "Come on, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can throw a party, remember?" She grinned lopsidedly as she threw an arm over each of their shoulders.
"So, Doc, what do we have left?" Myn asked
"Livingroom, 'Fresher, and the rest of the Bedroom stuff - but like I said earlier, you boys aren't going anywhere near the 'Fresher or the Bedroom," she chuckled. "So let's work on the Livingroom, eh?"
"Okay," Myn gave her a mock head bob. She bapped him behind the head with the arm previously over his shoulders. "What?" he grinned.
She shook her head and pushed both Corellians forward. "Come on."
Myn walked over and grabbed some things from the livingroom box. A chrono and some knicknacks, he went about setting things up as he unpacked them.
Mike followed them to the livingroom and picke dup a box marked 'clothes'. He didn't notice it, and opened the box. The first thing his hand fell on, he pulled out. It was a pair of black-silk-panties. He blushed suddenly, throwing them back into the box and shutting it quickly, hoping nobody saw. He set the box on the floor and went to find something else to unpack.
The door buzzer rang out, and Doc frowned slightly as she went to palm the door open. It slid ponderously open, revealing several of the Rogues.
"Uh oh," Myn muttered from the corner as he continued putting livingroom things away.
She stepped back in surprise, "What are you all doing here?!" She waved a hand, "Come in, come in!" she wore a lopsided grin, "Welcome!"
Wedge stood in Doc's doorway, carrying various things... including several bottles of Corellian Whisky. "Just came to celebrate the move," he said as he stepped inside.
"Well, we all move," Myn said from where he was.
Gavin stood holding some life-drinks for the party. With his free hand, he rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Hey Doc," he grinned as he followed Wedge inside.
Dana was there also, she was carrying a large box of something rattling quite noisily, sounding a bit like glass. She entered also, bearing the large box before her.
Stepping back out of the way Doc spoke again, "We're kind of in the middle of packing out...."
"Kind of?" Myn sniggered. "Try 'are'."
"Hey Doc, has Rei come up yet?"
She turned to Gavin, "I haven't seen her since I sent her to my old quarters to sleep." She paused, "Come to think of it, weren't you going to bed too?"
Gavin moved to the kitchen and put the drinks he'd brought into the fridge. "Couldn't sleep," he said while speaking through the small 'window' between it and the living/diningroom.
"What is all this?!" Doc wondered aloud.
Wedge went into the Kitchen and set everything he was carrying down, "Grocery shopping," he told her.
"The life of the party," Gavin gave her the Darklighter grin.
"And we're UN-packing... not packing," Mike told them.
Doc slapped her forehead and looked over at him, "That's what I meant, Circus-boy."
"Okay, where shall I put this box and it's contents?" Dana asked.
"Uhm, in the Kitchen, I guess," she told her in surprised bewilderment.
The woman nodded and carried it in, setting it down on the counter then returning to the main room.
Myn grinned at Doc, "You know, this'll be gone by the end of the party."
She turned and pointed a finger at him, "Did you know about this?!"
He raised his hands, "No, I didn't."
She nodded and looked back, belatedly going to the Kitchen to help the Rogues un-bag.
Wedge grabbed up two Corellian Whiskies from where he'd set down the lot of them. He held them out the small 'window' to Mike and Myn, who had wandered back to the kitchen area with the others. "You aren't real Corellian pilots until you can finish one of these, youngins," he grinned.
Myn took one of the bottles and set it down on the counter, "Not now, later."
Mike took his and popped the top off.
Myn sighed as he looked at him. "The young and the foolish."
Doc looked at Myn, "You're older than me," she chuckled.
He grinned back, "I know. You like to remind me about that, too."
With a smirk, then a shrug, she tilted her head as the doorbuzz rang again. She headed over to the door.
*
Tycho made his way to the door. He was wearing his flightsuit, the arms tied around his waist, a white t-shirt above it. He was carrying three large cloth-wrapped bottles, and a small box tucked up under his arm. He hit the door-buzzer.
Reilin wasn't too far behind him, she was carrying a tray, "Hey Tycho...."
The door slid open as Doc palmed the switch, "Tycho!" she looked behind him, "And Reilin!"
He looked up, "Uhm... Hi."
"Doc, hey," Reilin stood at the door, holding a tray with Ryshcate in her arms, wearing a smile.
She stepped back, beckoning them in, "Come on in!" she grinned lopsidedly.
Tycho stepped in and stood just past the threshold to the side, not feeling too comfourtable.
"I brought something," Reilin said, entering behind Tycho.
Myn stepped up behind the Ralltiirian, and looked at what Reilin had with her. "Good.... Yes, perfect with the whiskey," he said, referring to the Ryshcate.
She smiled at Myn, "That's right."
"Uhm," Doc smiled. "Well, everyone's pretty much in the Kitchen," she waved a hand in that general direction.
Dana smiled and nodded to Tycho, "Hiya, Colonel."
He nodded back, silently.
Wedge gave his XO a nod and a smile of greeting.
Reilin walked over to the Kitchen, "I brought food!" she announced wiht a smile as she set the Ryshcate down.
Mike looked at Tycho while taking a sip of his drink. "Wow Tycho, grying to impress the Doc on your first visit to her place? What would Winter say?"
Tycho glared at Mike, "Want laundry duty?"
Myn grinned, "He can have mine."
Raising his eyebrows, the young Corellian took another sip of his drink and walked away.
Wedge looked around for a chair.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey S-... Rei," Gavin smiled at his little sister.
She smiled, "Hey bro."
Doc looked over and noticed that the message centre light was blinking in the small halway between the 'fresher and the bedroom. "I'll be back in a second, guys," she told them heading over. She keyed it open. It was a text message, so she stood quietly leaning on the edge of the centre, reading it.
Tycho walked in and moved to stand next to Wedge, motioning for him to take the two blue-cloth wrapped bottles. "Here ya go, boss. I'd've been here sooner, but I had to talk to Emtry."
The shorter man took the bottles, then looked under the cloth, "Wow, you brought the good stuff."
"Those are two Whyrens Reserve, the real stuff. Cost me a month's pay," Tycho told him as he held the red-cloth covered bottle and the small box closely.
Myn let out a low whistle as he continued unpacking.
"Oh gods," Doc whispered mournfully, a hand flying to her throat.
Reilin took the wrapping off the Ryshcate, the smell of homemade cooking soon filled the room. She looked around for Mike who, smelling the Ryshcate, nearly floated over to it. She saw him heading for the Ryshcate and laughed.
Dana returned to the kitchen, opening her box, and getting out something... quite small.
Doc stepped back from the terminal, her face having gone stark white. Like a somnambulant (sleep-walker) she quietly walked over to the kitchen.
Reilin was the first to see her heading their way. "Doc?" she asked with worry etching her voice. "What's wrong?" she asked as she began to head over.
Tycho was just leaving the Kitchen, and ran into Doc. "Whats.... wrong?"
Dana turned to face her as she walked in, "You okay....? You look like you just saw a ghost...."
Myn looked up, noticing Doc's strange look and movement. What was in that message? he wondered to himself.
Shaking her head, Doc reached the kitchen, grabbing whatever bottle hit her hand first, she then turned and ran to her room, locking the door behind her.
Turning to watch her go, Mike raised his eyebrows.
"Do....c?" Reilin turned from watching her escape to looking at the others in confusion.
Tycho looked to Wedge, "What was that all about?"
The CO was puzzled. "I dunno."
Putting the last of the livingroom things away, Myn headed over to the terminal that had been left on, Reilin right behind him. "Guys," she said softly, beckoning the other Rogues to come over.
Dana left the Kitchen and walked down the hall, not reading the message, but going and knocking on Doc's door. "You alright Doc?"
She sat in her room, in the dark, crying softly. Quietly she opened up the bottle, it was one of the Whyrens Reserve that Tycho had brought, and she chugged.
Wedge's comlink buzzed, and he removed it from his pocket, not seeing what the otehrs were doing, then spoke into it quietly.
Mike headed over to the terminal, to look over Reilins's shoulder.
"Do you know what's wrong?" Gavin asked him.
"Not a clue, Gav," he replied.
Myn looked at them both, "I might have an idea...."
After turning to look at Mike briefly, Reilin keyed the message to pop back up.
Rogue Squadron
New Republic, Coruscant
Amanda,
Hi. I'm not that good with words, either spoken or written, but I felt that I had to tell you something any way possible. Since I wasn't invited to help move you, and I still don't understand why I wasn't, but that's neither here nor there, I thought that maybe this would be the best way. Besides, I'm driving Wes crazy. If I don't do this, who knows what will happen to him... or me. Anyway, here it goes.
See, that’s why when you just kinda stopped seeing me other than “at work”, it really hurt. When I found out you asked all the Rogues after I left to help you move, it hurt. Have I done something wrong? I want to be with you. You make me feel so… special. I’ve seen so many people come and go. It’s sad. But, you’re a medic. You know how it is. To finally find someone to spend time with, especially someone who isn’t Wes, is just the best feeling. Granted, I love Wes like a brother, a short annoying brother, but he isn’t someone I can hold and protect and love in that special way.
I love you.
There, I said it. Ok, I typed it. Same thing. Anyway, I do. I love you more than anything in the galaxy. I am nothing without you but a dour man with nothing left to live for. You remind me of the home I loved when I was a child. You remind me of the ocean and the cool breezes on a hot summer day.
I love you, Amanda Anreson.
Wow, I said it again. It must be true. I hope that maybe you might feel the same. If you don’t, please tell me. That way I can move on with my life. Or whatever remains.
Well, I don’t know what else to say. Take care of yourself.
All my love,
Derek
When he finished reading the note, Mike looked over at Tycho.
Wow. Doc never gets a break....
"Myn, you know what's going on?" Gavin asked.
"A little Gav, but not really well," he replied.
Tycho moved slowly over, past the others, and read the message for himself.
Dana knocked again on the door, a little harder, more insistantly, this time. "Doc, are you okay...? What's the matter?"
Tear-voicedly, Doc shouted back, "I'm fine! Go'way!"
She nodded, though it couldn't be seen. "Alright Doc, but if you need to talk, just give me a call. I'll be happy to stop by anytime you want."
He read the letter, then sighed. After a moment, Tychom oved over to the couch, seated himself, and opened the red-clothed bottle, Alderaanian Brandy. He pulled the cork and took a long pull from it.
Standing, Reilini went back to the Kitchen. She cut a piece of Ryschcate for Doc, and went over to her door. "Hey Doc? Look, I left you some Ryshcate - it's on the table next to your door.... You might want to get it before the guys eat it all, you know how they are...."
Doc just grunted in reply, sitting with her back to the locked bedroom door.
"If you wanna talk, come to me or dana...."
"Fine," she mumbled before taking another swig of the Whyrens. It's not fair!
Reilin turned with a sigh, and went back to the livingroom.
*
Corran wandered over to Doc's quarters, and knocked, rather than using the buzzer, sensing the turmoil inside the quarters. Wedge opened the door, it was Corran to whom he'd been speaking on the comlink. The Corellian Jedi entered.
*
Dana went back to the kitchen, trying to think of what could have been so bad for Doc to react like this.
"Well, wanna fill us in?" Gavin asked.
"Well... it's a long story," Myn told him.
Mike looked at Tycho, then walked over to him. "You knew about this too, didn't you?" he asked.
Tycho looked up at the young Corellian, then back down, taking another pull from his bottle.
He shook his head and walked angrily away from the Alderaanian.
Sighing, Reilin moved to sit down near her brother, on the floor.
"Anything?" Gavin asked his sister.
She shook her head, leaning back against the wall. "Nope." She looked up to see Mike stalking angrily away from Tycho, then moving toward Doc's room.
Dana rummaged through the box, then got out something, and a small pouch. She began fiddling with the thing she'd taken out, pondering the turn of events.
Myn walked over to Tycho and muttered, "I'm not sure if that was good timing by Hobbie."
Wedge went over to the message centre and turned it off, then moved in next to Tycho and Myn.
Tycho nodded, "You got that right," he replied with a sigh.
"She's still not over Ton," Myn said with a sigh of his own.
"This personal, or business that she's dealing with?" Wedge asked them.
"Personal, very personal," Myn replied.
Tycho looked up at his long-time friend. "Oh yeah.... Very personal."
*
Mike knocked on the door, "Doc... you want to talk?"
"Go'way," she told him, her speech slightly slurred. She swirled the half-bottle of Whyrens in her hand.
"Doc, the bottle isn't going to give you your answers. Come out and talk to us."
She sniffled, "NO!"
Gavin stood and went over to the door. "Doc... Amanda, we're here to help."
"Doc... we're your friends," Mike tried to get her to come out.
"We're a team, we're here for each other, let us help you," Gavin tried the same. He looked over at Mike, who only shrugged in response.
*
"I think it's better then if we keep out," Wedge growled.
"I agree, Wedge," Reilin said with a sigh.
"I think she'll need someone that knows to help her," Myn shrugged.
Tycho sighed, "Too late, boss..." he took another drink. "I'm already in this...."
"Both of us are, Wedge," Myn sighed, "Very deep."
*
Doc finished her bottle and stood, only a little bit drunk, the alcohol not fully gone through her system yet. She put the bottle down next to the dresser, "I don't want to talk!"
"Then at least come out and keep us company."
"Okay, then you dont have to-"
She palmed the door open and pushed past the two men, grabbing her jacket, she left her newly aquired quarters.
Gavin moved out of her way, then followed Mike as he followed Doc. Then he stopped in his tracks.
*
"There has to be a two-step plan for this, Tych," Myn continued.
He sighed and looked back at the young Corellian. "Sometimes things take just a little more than two steps to resolve."
He sighed, "Yeah I know, they are very complex steps. One is to get over Ton and two is to confront her feelings for Hobbie."
Wedge listened quietly, trying to catch what was going on without invading Doc's personal life.
Myn looked at Tycho, "I think she'll need some help in that department."
The near-blonde man took another long pull of his Alderaanian Brandy. "Well, Face knew Ton best.... I think it would help if they talked."
"Yeah," he sighed, "If we can ever find him." He shrugged, "If not, we'll need a substitute."
*
"Damn!" Gavin cursed to himself as a thought came to him. He turned around and went back into the quarters, knowing Mike would have better luck talking to her alone.
He caught up with her, "Where are you going?"
She whirled around unsteadily, "Somewhere I can think.... Leave me alone!"
"You're not in any condition to be alone, especially on Coruscant," Mike told her.
Doc glared at him, then pulled up her left sleeve to show two vibroblades, then pulled her holdout form her jacket far enough that he could see it, then pulled a laser-scalpel from her pocket, returning it quickly. "I'm fine. Go away."
He shook his head, "I'm not talking about that kind of condition."
She jabbed a finger into his chest with each syllable. "Go. Away." Whirling around, she stalked off, heading for the Gardens.
He sighed, giving her a bit of distance, then followed her.
*
"Then there is Hobbie...." Tycho sighed. "I think I might have screwed up that one myself."
"I'm not so sure Tycho, she learned of Ton's death not too long ago, I think, and with as much feeling she has for the both of them, there has to be some sort of mental conflict," Myn replied.
Wedge stepped away from their conversation and went to hand a bottle of Corellian Whisky to Corran.
Tycho took a long pull of his bottle again. "Yeah, but she got the benefit of one of my 'Don't get too attached to your squadmates' pep talks."
"How much of a benefit is that?"
He pointed to the front door, "Not much... obviously."
"Yeah, I tried it with the Wraiths for a bit, and that didn't work."
"You have to understand where I was coming from with that, Myn," Tycho sighed. "Wedge and I have seen far too many names get crossed off the roster over the years...."
"Yes, I know."
*
Dana sat in a corner of the Kitchen, fiddling witht he device, sighing as she spoke to herself. "Something's up, and I won't invade her privacy. If she wants to talk, then she can call me...."
She sighed, unable to keep her mind off from what could possibly have driven Doc to acting the way such as she was.
*
Entering the apartment, Gavin sighed.
He went to the kitchen, grabbed several bottles, then went back to the others, handing them out. "Here...."
Reilin took her bottle, "Thanks."
Myn took a bottle from Gavin with a sigh, "Thanks."
"Sure thing," Gavin said, opening his bottle and sitting down.
*
Wedge set the one he had been offering on the nearby mantle, then opened his own.
Corran waved the bottle Wedge offered away. "Not feeling like it, Wedge."
The older Corellian took a swig of the whisky, holding the burning liquid in his mouth a moment before swallowing. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Truthfully, I dunno what's going on, Corran."
"I don't either," the Jedi replied. "And honestly, I think I'd rather not."
Reilin stared at her bottle, then stood and opened it, going over toward Wedge and Corran. "What could have gotten her this upset about it?" she sighed, taking a chug of her bottle.
"I'm no good at playing psychiatrist."
She grinned at Corran, "I'm not either...."
"Yeah, they've told me it's personal stuff." He sighed, "As long as she can deal with it, and she's still fit to fly, that's all I ask."
*
Tycho raked a hand through his hair as he took another drink. "I didn't want to see her get hurt. I told her how I have built up walls to keep from getting too close to all of you."
"Yes, but the way it's going, I'm not sure how long that'll last."
He sighed and leaned forward toward Myn, "What I failed to tell her is that it never works...."
"Hey Wedge," Myn stood a moment later and looked to the CO who was standing at the edge of the couch where they sat. "You want to understand this a bit better?"
Wedge looked at him, "I know enough."
Myn shrugged, "Okay."
He switched his attention to the young girl beside them, "By the way, who are you?"
She grinned, "I'm Reilin...."
"Well Reilin, thanks for saving my pilots back on Hoth."
It was a familiar grin, and he soon knew why. "...Darklighter. Not a problem."
"Hm, another Darklighter, even better."
Gavin glanced at Wedge and smiled.
Tycho sighed, then stood. "Well, I think I've ruined enough here. I'm going for a walk...."
"Ruined what Tych?"
Tycho turned to leave, "Everything Myn.... Everything," he exited quickly.
Reilin looked after Tycho.
"I wonder where Hobbie is," Gavin asked aloud.
"All I know is that he's on Coruscant," Myn told him.
=======END=======
