Jyn Erso (
nextchance) wrote2025-08-04 01:42 am
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like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass, like the bonfire that burns
She'd promised Lari to bring the car back with a full tank of gas and not a scratch on it. Really, Jyn thought it was the least she could do for a favor like this anyway. Had she not been able to borrow a car from the track, she was sure she would've come up with some other solution (or, more likely, considered what other friends she might be able to borrow a car from). To her, though, this just made the most sense. No one would be without their own vehicle while she and Cassian went picking up supplies for their ship renovations, but they also wouldn't have to call for a car, the idea of which she knew still understandably made him uncomfortable, and they didn't need to waste money renting a car, either. She could have afforded it, but it just seemed pointless, not least because they'd given themselves a lot to do.
Even if he had been more at ease with the thought of getting a car, Jyn had already decided that driving would be more worthwhile than being a stranger's passengers. After all, she was pretty sure she was the only one of them who knew how to drive, a very different beast than piloting a ship or a speeder. She could tease him about that, or try to teach him, or both. Either way, it was bound to be fun.
And she wanted this to be fun. They both hadn't had enough room for that in their former lives, and something they were doing in service of their own living space (she couldn't call it her home, almost as if superstitiously not wanting to jinx anything, but it made her feel warm all over every time he did) should be enjoyable, not a chore or a slog. There would, of course, ultimately be plenty of hard work in it too, but she was hardly averse to that, and by doing it themselves, it would be that much more rewarding.
She was mentally going over where to start and what purchases they could make now as she drove the dirt road up to the Falcon, the open windows tousling her hair. When she parked and climbed out, it was with a lopsided smile, one hand holding up the car keys to show Cassian like they were a trophy of some kind, as if her driving didn't clearly convey that she had, in fact, been able to borrow a car. "Mission accomplished," she declared. "Just have to refuel before I bring it back."
Even if he had been more at ease with the thought of getting a car, Jyn had already decided that driving would be more worthwhile than being a stranger's passengers. After all, she was pretty sure she was the only one of them who knew how to drive, a very different beast than piloting a ship or a speeder. She could tease him about that, or try to teach him, or both. Either way, it was bound to be fun.
And she wanted this to be fun. They both hadn't had enough room for that in their former lives, and something they were doing in service of their own living space (she couldn't call it her home, almost as if superstitiously not wanting to jinx anything, but it made her feel warm all over every time he did) should be enjoyable, not a chore or a slog. There would, of course, ultimately be plenty of hard work in it too, but she was hardly averse to that, and by doing it themselves, it would be that much more rewarding.
She was mentally going over where to start and what purchases they could make now as she drove the dirt road up to the Falcon, the open windows tousling her hair. When she parked and climbed out, it was with a lopsided smile, one hand holding up the car keys to show Cassian like they were a trophy of some kind, as if her driving didn't clearly convey that she had, in fact, been able to borrow a car. "Mission accomplished," she declared. "Just have to refuel before I bring it back."

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leaptstepped outside the moment he heard the unfamiliar-sounding approach. Now he stepped up to the Jyn: he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until he'd run his hand through her wind-tossed hair. At last, hand still resting softly on her shoulder, he looked over the vehicle. Mr-I-can-fly-anything's brow creased. This thing didn't fly."So it's limited to their roads?"
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Her smile widened the slightest bit when he ran his hand through her hair. That sort of easy affection was always more charming than she felt it had any right to be.
"It's pretty easy once you know what you're doing. Which, fortunately, I do."
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"I can make it more fun than it looks, too."
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"Come on. I'll get us out there, we can take a break for a lesson or two, and then maybe you can drive us back."
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Even if levering himself into the passenger's seat brought back a bit of concern. It wasn't intellectual, it was a physical reaction: They were just too close to the surface. But he revved up his brain over his body and let himself be carried by Jyn's confidence.
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Less important but still noteworthy, this was still their best option for transporting supplies. Not ideal, perhaps, but it would do, and she owed Larita a massive favor in return. (Lari would probably insist otherwise, but Jyn was raised with the strict belief that nothing ever came for free, and that one should never let themselves become indebted to anyone else if they could help it. She would repay any kindnesses done to her one way or another.)
"All right, then," she said, flashing him another quick smile before she put the keys in the ignition and turned them, the engine rumbling to life. "Let's do this."
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Jyn was clearly a good driver, but the experience of the car itself was nerve-wracking. Cassian could feel every imperfection in the road, that rose up through the car's structure, because they were touching; and there was such frequent acceleration/deceleration… it was like going through a storming atmosphere, only this was the normal—no, optimal state. He wondered if it would be any easier for him to reconcile if he was in the
pilot'sdriver's seat.As it was, he hid his tension mostly well, but his body pressed just a little too hard back into his seat.
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That she didn't speed too fast or swerve around other cars was a testament to her feelings for him. Anyone else, and she might well not have bothered with such restraint.
For her, the trek was a familiar one — west out toward Barton's campus, a hardware store a few blocks from there that utilized before. Any large purchases like furniture would have to wait for a bigger vehicle, but there was still plenty they could get done in the meantime. At a red light, she glanced over at him, expression fond. "How're we doing?"
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"That it does," Jyn replied with a nod, keeping that small, fond smile fixed on him for a moment longer before turning her attention back to the road again. Years ago, she would have said the same. Even having been in grounded vehicles before, they weren't like this. She'd just had long enough to appreciate their small size and sleekness.
"Well, if we get one of our own, you'll have good a chance to start getting used to it."
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This was a part of the city, primarily residential, he hadn't visited before. He'd surveyed all of it on maps during his first days, so he had an idea of where they were and marked sites nearby; but it was a lot harder to orient himself from driving than it would have been from walking or taking the train. It occurred to him that having their own car would allow him to explore more widely.
"How much of the city have you driven through?"
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They actually were heading in that approximate direction, she realized — not too close, but the same general vicinity. Strange, really. She hadn't been back to the house since the night she burned it down, and hadn't even thought about it beyond setting out today.
"But Lari — the friend who lent me the car — she runs a racetrack. I drive there sometimes with her when it's closed to the public."
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He debated with himself: don't say anything because she hadn't actually brought it up, or be honest and ask.
Honesty won. "Are you okay?"
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Now, it was neither. It just was, a simple fact, maybe because the same was true of her realization. She'd surprised herself with it, and with the fact that it hadn't occurred to her sooner, but she was far more all right with it than she would have expected.
Her responding nod was easy and genuine. "I'm okay," she said, glancing briefly over at him so he'd know she meant it. "I haven't been out this way in a while. Realized we're not too far from where I used to live."
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She was okay. She made it clear for him in multiple ways. As she did, Cassian was becoming more okay with it—insofar as their relationship was concerned. It was still a mindf*ck existentially.
He wasn't sure why he said, "Do you want to go that way?"
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"It's not somewhere I need to go, but it's not something that'll bother me, either."
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"I'm curious but I don't need to," he said. With a quirk of a smile, "You're the driver."
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"Well, if you're curious," she decided with a half-smile and an easy shrug, flicking the turn signal as she mentally rerouted. "We've got time. Might as well take a detour."
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She doesn’t need protecting. Even from me.
With care not to interfere with her driving, he put a warm hand on her shoulder.
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"It won't be much to look at," she said, not as a deterrent but just a heads up. "When it comes to arson, I don't do things halfway."
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"And no one's tried to rebuild?"
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It was strange and maybe a little morbid, something that made her retroactively self-conscious now in a way she wasn't wholly comfortable with. She wasn't trying to keep it as some sick monument to a past life or anything like that, ashes and rubble as an elaborate graveyard. There were just two opposing parts of her: the one that couldn't stand the thought of someone building over what was once there as if it never existed, and the one that couldn't stand the thought of it persisting just as it was when she had lived there. The fire, the wreckage, was the best middle ground.
A thought occurring to her, one corner of her mouth hitched a little higher. "Would you believe I didn't even attempt any insurance fraud? It was tempting."
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If he'd heard her line of thought, he would have understood… to the extent he could.
"We had a treehouse on Yavin 4," he said aloud. "That's probably the closest I'd felt to a 'home' since Ferrix. Even that, though, part of me was always prepared to abandon at a moment's notice." Could one ever feel at home like that?
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They were almost there now, homes thinning out, all green between them — not the tall grass and farmland that surrounded the Falcon, but fields dotted with occasional small houses. She'd always liked the quiet of it, the sense of privacy.
"And yet somehow you've got me making renovations." She smiled. "Sort of impressive."
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He knew she meant it teasingly, but—
Cassian said I had to.
No, I didn't, Kay. Why did you say that?
…Because in outlining their other worse options, it had boiled down to we have to. He'd just lived with the contradiction between having reprogrammed Kaytoo and wanting him to have free choice. Do what I want because you choose to. Can't trust a yes unless no is equally possible.
Jyn wasn't Kay. He didn't need to feel that pang. Tell that to the autonomic nervous system, though. We're all machines of one kind or another.
There was no way her light words warranted this reaction. He didn't try to hide it, exactly, but he tried to push past it. "Maybe it helps that it's a ship. Even if it doesn't fly. It has that quality, of in-between."