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In the dream — and it was a dream, although she didn't know that —

Jyn was a little girl in the cave on Lah'mu, not knowing when it was or how long she had been there, only that she was waiting, always waiting, always left alone. The lantern was burned out, the small space dark and damp, somehow seeming to get smaller still, a grave and a prison cell and the only home she had. When, at last, the door swung open overhead, it was an unfamiliar figure overhead (a new variation on an old theme), a young boy with dark hair and eyes, and Jyn didn't really know him except that she felt like she did anyway. Wordless, he held out a hand, and she began to climb.

She climbed, and climbed, and climbed, until her bad shoulder ached and her hands slipped on the ladder's rungs, but she had to keep going, even as she got nowhere, the cave getting deeper now, except it wasn't a cave at all. It was the data tower, getting taller, not deeper, and no longer a little girl, she kept climbing, desperate to reach the top where no one was waiting for her anymore, because when she looked down — so far down, it hadn't really been that far, had it? — Cassian's body lay bent and broken at the bottom, and she knew he wasn't getting back up. Stupid, to think she could reach him, that she might be able to hold onto him this time.

Finally she stepped up and out of the cave that was also the data tower and onto the beach, alone again, except for all of the dead. It had been a while since she'd dreamed of Scarif, and somehow there were more bodies now, her father's weapon overhead, her inescapable legacy. Past the shoreline was forest, and she knew it to be Yavin 4's even though she had barely seen it while she was there, and knew that it held the house she'd once lived in. The house burned — the fire she'd set — and the forest burned with it. The world glowed green with the Death Star's kyber-light, only it wasn't coming from the sky above but from her. Surrounded by bodies, she sat on the sand and waited for a death that didn't come, one which would have been, she supposed, too kind. Hard as she'd always fought to survive, a death that meant something in the arms of someone who cared about her was worlds better than surviving alone, left to bear the weight of so much destruction.

She looked up at the weapon that shared her name, a grim mirror in the sky, and with the fire and the dead around her, she knew that they were one and the same, and this was always going to be where she wound up.

— With a sharp gasp, Jyn lurched awake in the dark, her limbs clammy with sweat and her face damp with tears. Nightmares were nothing new to her, but it had been a long time since one had rattled her this badly. In her addled state, trying and mostly failing to get air into her lungs, she couldn't think of what might have caused it... Until the sound of breath that wasn't her own reminded her that she wasn't alone in the room. Through the haze of everything else, the events of the last day began coming back to her.

It should have been reassuring to remember that Cassian was here and alive and safe. At any other time, it would have been. Instead, in the moment, her panic intensified, her chest painfully tight. It was a good thing, not being alone anymore, except that she still felt like she was and knew she would be again. Close as he was, he felt impossibly far away, and yet he was too close, too. The last thing she wanted was to be seen like this, a panic-stricken, crying mess, unable to calm herself down after just a stupid dream. All she could do — one of the only coherent thoughts she could hold onto — was try to stay as quiet as possible, pressing a fistful of blanket against her mouth to try to stifle any gasps or sobs, and hope she hadn't made enough noise to wake him. He needed the rest. She needed to pull herself together, shoulders shaking in the dark as she tried to breathe.

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"I think you and I have very different ideas of what reheating means," Jyn replied wryly, giving him a look over her shoulder. At least getting mugs out and pouring caf gave her something to do, however much more simple. Instinctively, she almost started to prepare both of their cups, realizing just in time that that would have been too weird. Better just to leave it. She didn't want to be dishonest, but neither did she want to act on information that he hadn't given her.

"There's cream and sugar, if you want either," she said instead. "All of a day you've been here and you must already know this kitchen better than I do."

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Like amenities, take luxuries when you can. Self-denial to toughen you up was for training. Otherwise, it was better to remember what you fought for. He took cream, no sugar, and slid into the seat opposite her.

"'Know your own ground'," he said, taking a swig of juice. "I explored a bit when you were out. Do you know how many hidden compartments this ship has? I found six."

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"Six? Guess you'll have to keep looking, then," Jyn said, smiling at him over the rim of her cup as she sipped her caf (both cream and sugar in hers). In truth, she didn't have an exact number, and suspected there were some even she hadn't found yet. That was no reason not to have a little fun with it. Some levity was welcome, anyway, after everything in the last day had felt so emotionally fraught and almost certainly would again before very long.

"Not bad for a day's work, though."

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"You mean Beany hasn't found them all?" He finished the juice and took some food before switching to caf. "And how's Sprinkles? I was thinking I should spend some time with her, since…"

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"Beany, you will learn quickly, is not the brightest," Jyn replied, all wry fondness. She'd tried so hard, the day she first found a scraggly, palm-sized cat under a shrub, not to let herself get attached to the animal, unsure at the time if it would even survive. As if a recurring theme, though, she hadn't been able to help it. Now there was no hiding the fact that she adored both pets she'd come to care for.

"Sprinkles... She'd probably like that, but don't feel like you have to." No expectations, she'd said. No asking him to pick up where he, in a different lifetime, had left off. "She's a little terror."

This, too, was said with nothing but affection.

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"I guess we'll take it as it goes." To his surprise, Cassian's plate was already nearly empty. There hadn't been so much food to play around with. He didn't mind; he hoped Jyn would be satisfied. If not—"I'm determined to actually make it into the city today. You'll still come with me?"

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"Of course," Jyn said easily, between bites of food. She was far from a picky eater anyway, even with as long as she had now been consistently well-fed here, but there was a big difference between whatever she could easily throw together for herself or order for takeout and something home-cooked. Given the sparseness of her groceries, it was a wonder that he'd managed to put together something that could make not one but two meals and tasted this good.

"I'll show you around some, and we'll get you some clothes that weren't left here by persons unknown."

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Cassian threw her another lopsided smile. "Sounds great."

Hard to believe how little he'd smiled the first days of their acquaintance. What a difference it made, toward the end of it all, when he began. Now for real, again, was the possibility of him that had nearly been killed by war: the person he should have been if he'd been born in peace. Warm, funny, loving. The remnants of that person always lived under the apparently cold, downcast soldier, which was what made him a commander people followed, even to a suicide mission.

Now, he swept up his empty plate, took a final swig of caf, and impulsively pressed a lightning-fast kiss to the top of her head before turning to bring the dishes to the sink. How many of his fellow soldiers or spies ever got to see him like this?

The person he'd been forced to be would descend again, of course; not just in sleep but in waking nightmares and ingrained behaviors. But right now, for a beautiful moment, with her, he got to be that peaceful self.

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Jyn watched him. It was becoming a habit, her doing so, and one she was powerless to stop. In part, it was disbelief at his being here at all, needing to see him to convince herself that he was here and this was real. Beyond that, though, it was so good to see him at ease like this, especially here in this space that had become her own. She was trying, for her own sake as much as his, not to contrast the past and the present. All of that was so long ago for her now anyway. But the occasional thought still slipped through, and this one didn't seem too unfair: that she'd always gone to him before, letting herself into his apartment, crawling into his bed. For him to be here now, slotting neatly into the life she'd cobbled back together for herself—

Well. It was nice, was all, to see him relaxed and content. It would have been regardless of the circumstances.

"You can leave the dishes, I'll take care of them later," she said. "Least I can do, since you cooked. Thanks for that."

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Agreeably, he left the dishes.

It was time to get going. Cassian slipped on the Imperial boots, pulling the hand-me-down trousers over them rather than tucking them in, and found he was steeling himself. He was preparing to scope out the city, gather information and compare to what was in the welcome packet; but oh was he hoping it checked out. He was hoping so hard that this really could be a place to just… retire? with Jyn.

Gotta put hope aside, though, and be objective. Compare your own observations to what was said, and to hers. Mainly, he was going to be looking for people who didn't fit into the life he'd been given. He expected the packet to be accurate to his situation, but maybe at others' expense. The Empire didn't fundamentally effect the upper-class citizens of Coruscant, after all.

Ready to go, Cassian fell into place with Jyn. "Okay."

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Jyn pulled on her own boots, well-worn and mud-stained from years of consistent use. She would keep using them until she couldn't anymore, not inclined to discard anything useful, something she suspected they had in common. Hell, the fact that she even had a second pair of shoes here — running sneakers — was something previously unheard of for her. For the most part, though, while the circumstances of her life had changed, the way she lived it didn't. She would keep only what she could bring with her, buy food only as she would be able to eat it. She was accustomed to living here, but she didn't think she would ever be truly, fully settled.

Whether that was inherent to her or something instilled in her earlier than she could even know was impossible to tell. She had adapted well — a crucial element in surviving — but whether by nature or nurture or both, she was who she'd always been. She sort of wanted to tell him that, that things had changed so immeasurably but she was still the person he'd known for those last days, but she couldn't find the words. Anyway, she didn't want to get them sidetracked again before venturing out.

"Okay," she echoed, lowering the ramp to let them out of the ship. "And we're actually going to make it into the city this time."

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They did. They got Cassian several changes of clothes and a pair of sturdy boots. Seeing Cassian's distaste for his old pair, the shopkeeper offered to throw them away, but Cassian opted to keep them. Never waste a pair of good shoes. "We'll give them away to someone the Empire would hate," he murmured to Jyn. He kept an eye out for the rest of the day, but didn't see anyone unhoused. Which he found… either highly suspect (were they wrangled and kept off the streets?) or hopeful (was everyone actually taken care of here?). All right. He'd keep the boots as a reminder to himself, unless/until someone like another new arrival might need them.

They went food shopping and Cassian convinced Jyn to actually get perishable items, because he promised to use them.

In between clothes and food, they explored the city at large. There did seem to be some divide between the 'locals' and the 'imports', but no real animosity, and by and large, the welcome packet held up. It was hard for Cassian to shake his wariness… but he wasn't finding anything to hang it on; anything that rang any bells.

Their only specific stop was, as had been on his intake paperwork welcome packet, Candlewood Apartments, number 10C. The door lock was thoroughly analog, which raised Cassian's hackles: having to actually turn a key and knob kept your hands occupied as it opened, thus vulnerable to ambush. Of course, he didn't have a blaster anyway… still, old habits.

He opened the door.

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Jyn wasn't sure if it was easier, being out and keeping busy, discussing simpler facts of the city itself, or more difficult, with more time left in her own head. There was so much still to think about, so much she couldn't begin to make sense of yet. She tried to focus just on the tasks at hand to keep herself from getting too bogged down by it all — the clothes, useful, the shoes, even more so, the food, ingredients she was trusting him to be able to use. The first gave her a chance, too, to make a purchase of her own while he was occupied, written off as supplies for the animals, but really something she would give to him later. All of this was... well, normal, or something like it, and normal was good.

The apartment was in a building she wasn't as familiar with as some of the others. That seemed like a good thing, too, even if she hoped neither of them would need to come back here. It would still be for the best for him to see it and decide what he wanted to do with it.

Inside was fairly nondescript, much like other apartments she had seen before they were thoroughly lived in here, and like her own had been the entire time she'd had (and never really used) it. She followed him in, surveying the space more carefully than she might have if she were with anyone else. "Well, here it is."

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He mirrored her, making a quick but thorough sweep. It wasn’t wholly unlike Luthen’s safehouse—which didn’t bear thinking about.

Coming back into the same room, he said lightly, "We'll keep it in case Beany decides he needs his own place."

(Veiled meaning: in case Jyn did. Barring that, Cassian intended not to come back.)

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"After all I've done for him, he better not," Jyn quipped, shooting Cassian a wry smile. Knowing that he couldn't have actually meant it for the cat's sake, she did wonder if the out was more for himself or for her, but for the time being, she decided it didn't matter. It was the sensible option, anyway. She had been telling herself for the last day that distance was a good thing.

No matter how hard she tried, though, she couldn't quite convince herself that she wanted any.

"You know, if you'd rather be here than out in an old YT freighter, I won't hold it against you," she added. She didn't actually think he would, mostly because, even having examined the place, he didn't seem likely enough to trust it enough to stay there, but it seemed worth offering regardless. "View's probably a lot better."

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“I like the freighter,” said Cassian. “Reminds me how I never slept better than in hyperspace.” The only place one’s really safe. “And. Until you tell me otherwise: I go where you go.”

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"Well, all right, then," Jyn replied, her smile now small but deeply felt, the sort that suggested his words meant more than her own response conveyed. What she'd said earlier held true: that she didn't want to be without him. She didn't think that would ever change.

"I like it, too. It feels... less stifling than somewhere like this." The ship wasn't going to go anywhere, she knew that, but being on it at least felt like there was a possibility of it -- that she could be anywhere, go anywhere. Of course, with Cassian here, she didn't want to be anywhere else. His statement was one she could just as easily have made herself. Where he went, so would she, for as long as he would let her or until she could convince herself otherwise.

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He recognized that smile. He was so glad to see it. It drew an answering one from him, from all the way inside his chest.

It made him think of something to buy, if he could find one on the rest of their trip.

"Let's finish up, then," he said. It was too early to say aloud, but he thought it: and go home.

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"Let's," Jyn agreed, trying and failing to staunch some of the warmth she felt when he looked at her like that. This, she already felt certain, was going to become a recurring problem in her life. She'd forgotten the effect that just a look or a smile from him could have on her. Or maybe it wasn't even that, maybe it was something entirely new, the time apart and his willingness to see what could happen here, a chance she never thought she would have again and still didn't entirely know what to do with.

"Anything else you want to see here? Or bring back with us?"

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He went through the mental list. He had the clothes and a rucksack to put them in. He also had a messenger bag with the welcome packet, surplus credits, and old boots. Getting toiletries had been a comic experience, needing Jyn to read all the English writing to him. Soldier-etc Cassian was also used to bare minimums, so it could have been much worse. Still, he needed to learn that alphabet, and fast. (He also had a primer book in the bag.)

The comm "cellphone" that had come with the welcome packet, he had in his bag as well. He'd "exchanged numbers" with Jyn but, unless/until they got separated, he was leaving it turned off. Only because she kept hers on her person, was he not destroying his or leaving it somewhere like this empty apartment. He didn't know who might track him with it, but the fact that it was possible was enough for distrust of the device.

The idea he'd just had, he thought he'd make his own trip to try to find, to surprise her.

Likewise… maybe, on another trip, sheets and blankets big enough for two. It felt too early to suggest.

"If there's any place you think I should see?" he said. "Otherwise, I think just food, then home."

—And realized he'd just said the word after all.

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Home. Anything Jyn might have said was briefly stalled by his use of that word, such a loaded one for her. She hadn't ever even used it in reference to the ship. It was hers, and where she lived, but home? Home was him, and had been since Yavin 4. She lost that when she lost him, and came to believe that it was a mistake to have ever let herself have it in the first place.

She still wasn't sure she was wrong on that front, but it was a fact that was currently secondary to the way it felt to hear him say that now. Maybe, maybe--

"Sounds good to me," she agreed, that same small, tremulously hopeful smile in place. "D'you want to pick up something on the way back? I don't want to ask you to cook again."

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He saw the effect of the word, as if he’d dropped a stone into water… and it wasn’t bad.

He switched tracks with her seamlessly—he would always follow her—“I really don’t mind. But, sure, give me a taste of local cuisine.”

—but then he touched and squeezed her arm with a look more meaningful than anything to do with food. Yeah. I want to be your home.

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He looked at her, and she looked back, everything she couldn't manage to put into words there in her eyes. How much she wanted that, how much she was afraid to want it, how much that one simple concept meant to her... This was neither the time nor the place, but she rested her hand over his, hoping that would be enough for now. It wasn't as if she could tell him anything she hadn't yet worked out for herself, anyway.

"You've got it," she said. Local cuisine was an incredibly broad statement here, but she figured they could just see what they passed on the way back. "Shall we?"

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It could be dangerous, to assume you could read someone. Of course, Cassian was literally an expert in nonverbal expression, and deliberate communication as often, deliberately or not, lied. And who in the Galaxy—galaxies?—got to prove themselves to each other as thoroughly as Jyn and Cassian?

Still true that he didn't know her outside of combat. And didn't know the new her, after all the years she'd spent here—and all the private communications she'd built up with… him… that he had now fallen behind.

Given all that; he thought he understood. He spread out his fingers so that hers sank between them and they intertwined. Then he lowered their joined hands so they stayed holding together at their sides.

"Yes," he said, eyes shining back to her. With a crinkle at their edges, he added, "Don't forget anything here. I don't plan to come back anytime soon."

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"What is there to forget?" Jyn asked with a shrug, her fingers lacing through his. There was, of course, a part of her tempted to wholly raid this place for supplies, but that was an instinct that she could at least curb. The apartment was sparsely filled, not yet lived in; she doubted there was anything it would have that the Falcon needed. It was part of what made living there so convenient for her. She hadn't needed to do much of anything to settle in, just start spending her time and her nights there.

Without pulling her hand away, she started toward the door. If he didn't want to stay any longer, then neither did she.

"Come on, let's go."