Another nightmare had lurched into Jyn's mind once they'd managed to sleep - this time, it had involved the Man in White. The final moments, her steps towards him deliberate and vengeful. She'd wanted to take his life - wanted to take away from him what he'd taken from her when she was but a child. Only this time, there was no Cassian to save her - no Cassian to stop her from destroying herself, and the moment she'd curled her finger around the trigger of the blaster -
She saw his face and instead of Krennic's, she saw her father's.
She screamed, fell to her knees. Began to fall.
When her body hit the ground, she'd bolted up - skin plastered in sweat, heart pounding against her breastbone - so much so that she'd pressed her palm to it, willing it back to a state of calm. The Man in White wasn't here - she knew that. She'd worried that she'd woken Cassian again (she'd silently prayed that he'd not demand an empty bed after so many broken spurts of sleep), but the exhaustion had overtaken him. She could hear the buzz of his breath as it left his mouth, went into his lungs - and she'd smiled.
She felt the trickle of something on her leg, thought that perhaps it had been blood, and panicked slightly. She'd slipped out of the bed as carefully as possible, then quickly padded her way to the bathroom, using her hand to catch the liquid running down the inside of her thigh. She'd half-closed the door behind her, fumbling to find the toilet in the dark.
While sitting, she realizes - they hadn't used any protection. Before the fountain, she had received an implant to prevent any unwanted pregnancies. She'd had no sexual partners to speak of, but the need for the device was based in a more gruesome kind of prevention - avoiding pregnancy in the event of rape, specifically after being captured by an enemy force. She knew it wasn't in the realm of impossibility, and thus had taken procedural steps to avoid a child created under those circumstances.
But here? She doesn't know if the device travelled with her through - into? - the fountain. There is no way of knowing for certain. No med droids to do a scan for the thing, see if it was still firmly lodged in place.
It doesn't take long for her to connect the sticky substance she's hastily wiping from her thigh to what it could have done to her already, without her knowing, without her realizing. She feels her stomach twist, her heart leap. What do they do? How could they possibly handle bringing a child into -
The sound of her name being bellowed snaps her out of the panic. She remembers Cassian, realizes he's woken to an empty bed. She flounders with the door, her sticky hand sliding from the knob as she mutters a slew of inappropriate words under her breath. She finally manages to open the door, standing from the toilet.
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She saw his face and instead of Krennic's, she saw her father's.
She screamed, fell to her knees. Began to fall.
When her body hit the ground, she'd bolted up - skin plastered in sweat, heart pounding against her breastbone - so much so that she'd pressed her palm to it, willing it back to a state of calm. The Man in White wasn't here - she knew that. She'd worried that she'd woken Cassian again (she'd silently prayed that he'd not demand an empty bed after so many broken spurts of sleep), but the exhaustion had overtaken him. She could hear the buzz of his breath as it left his mouth, went into his lungs - and she'd smiled.
She felt the trickle of something on her leg, thought that perhaps it had been blood, and panicked slightly. She'd slipped out of the bed as carefully as possible, then quickly padded her way to the bathroom, using her hand to catch the liquid running down the inside of her thigh. She'd half-closed the door behind her, fumbling to find the toilet in the dark.
While sitting, she realizes - they hadn't used any protection. Before the fountain, she had received an implant to prevent any unwanted pregnancies. She'd had no sexual partners to speak of, but the need for the device was based in a more gruesome kind of prevention - avoiding pregnancy in the event of rape, specifically after being captured by an enemy force. She knew it wasn't in the realm of impossibility, and thus had taken procedural steps to avoid a child created under those circumstances.
But here? She doesn't know if the device travelled with her through - into? - the fountain. There is no way of knowing for certain. No med droids to do a scan for the thing, see if it was still firmly lodged in place.
It doesn't take long for her to connect the sticky substance she's hastily wiping from her thigh to what it could have done to her already, without her knowing, without her realizing. She feels her stomach twist, her heart leap. What do they do? How could they possibly handle bringing a child into -
The sound of her name being bellowed snaps her out of the panic. She remembers Cassian, realizes he's woken to an empty bed. She flounders with the door, her sticky hand sliding from the knob as she mutters a slew of inappropriate words under her breath. She finally manages to open the door, standing from the toilet.
"I'm here - I'm here!"