hm_yrie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hm_yrie) wrote,@ 2008-03-05 18:57:00 |
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Crack!Ship fic
Astro gave me this dare:
I dare you to write Wedge in relationship with a female canon character anytime before the events of Starfighters of Adumar (20 BBY - 13 ABY). The female character cannot be Iella. The more prominant character, the better (i.e. Mon Mothma or Leia would be preferable over Lujayne or Androoni). However, the story must fit into canon!!!
In addition, two of the fab four (Tycho, Wes, Hobbie) must find/be told about the relationship but Wedge must/must try to purposely keep the fourth member in the dark. Why is up to you.
Also, the story must include the following:
-The line: "Doing the impossible is [pronoun] stock in trade."
-A single glass of Whyren's Reserve
-A corusca gem
Disclaimer: Don't own it...
Because you know they at least tried the dating thing at some point.
“And that’s when I realized I should never again try to cook,” Wedge finished.
Mirax reclined on the bunk and stared at him. “You tried to roast a taun taun.” When she'd suggested they catch up a bit, it had been an excuse to go back to Wedge's room. Instead, he seemed to think she actually wanted to hear him talk.
“It was dead,” Wedge replied, “I didn’t want to be wasteful.”
She didn’t stop staring. “You tried to roast a taun taun,” she repeated. Hearing the door open, she turned her head to watch a tall man with light brown hair and blue eyes enter the room. He glanced at them briefly before retreating to his bunk. Mirax frowned. While she was hardly on a first name basis with everyone on the Alliance’s lovely snow-covered base, she tended to know the people who normally roomed with Wedge. This guy wasn’t one of them. She glanced back at Wedge. “New room-mate?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, climbing off his bunk. “Tycho?”
The new roommate paused and glanced over at them.
“Tycho Celchu, this is Mirax. Mirax, Tycho. Luke just added him to the unit.”
Celchu gave her a half bow and silently returned to his bunk. He pulled his datapad from under the pillow, nodded at both of them, and left.
“Well, he’s talkative,” she commented, playing with the corusca gem hanging from the chain around her neck.
“I told him you were coming to visit. He got really quiet then, and I think he’s been trying to avoid us,” Wedge told her, sinking back onto the bed beside her.
She stared at him, incredulous. “You sexiled your roommate?” When Wedge had roomed with Wes Janson, he’d been kicked out of the room so many times, he’d practically moved in with Luke and Dack. He’d complained about it so much that she’d assumed he would be the last person to do it himself. Besides, they had the Skate and by now the deck officer and the rest of the support staff should be finished unloading the supplies she’d brought…
Wedge reddened. “Actually, I told him you were my sister.”
“You know, Wedge, that’s really not much better.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Especially if he walks in on us. Unless having your roommate think you’re into incest is okay with you.”
“Luke told me Tycho lost his fiancée a few years ago and still struggles with it. I didn’t want to be parading around my…” he waved at her, “You know.”
“Girlfriend?” She supplied.
He shrugged. “We never really talked about what we are.”
Mirax sighed. Unbelievable. “Wedge, we’re sleeping together. I think ‘girlfriend’ is appropriate.”
“Okay. I didn’t want to parade my girlfriend around in front of a man who is still dealing with losing the love of his life.” He gave her a look. “Happy?”
“Very.” She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. Feeling Wedge return the kiss, she slid one hand around behind his head and unzipped his jacket with the other.
Before things could progress, the door opened again and Wedge quickly sprang back from her. The reaction reminded her of a teenage boy who had been caught trying to steal a kiss by his date’s father.
“Hi, all. Don’t let me interrupt,” Wes Janson remarked as he entered the tiny room. “Force knows Wedge needs to get some. He’s too uptight. I’ll just get some things and disappear.” He nodded in her direction. “By the way, welcome back to Hoth, Mirax.”
“Did you need something, Janson?” Wedge asked.
“Actually, yes.” He glanced at the piece of flimsy in his hand. “I need a towel, a single glass of Whyren’s Reserve, an Imperial cred chip, and an old boot.” Janson looked up and gave them both a mischievous grin.
That was the craziest list… “Why?” She asked.
Janson’s grin became larger. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“No,” Wedge said quickly. “We don’t want to know.”
“Right, then.” Janson held up his list, “Have anything on the list?”
Mirax gave him a fake smile. “If I give you that cred chip, will you go away?”
“There’s a towel hanging from the end of Celchu’s bed,” Wedge offered.
Janson frowned, picking up the towel. “I don’t like him, Wedge. He’s moody.”
“You know, that argument would hold more water if your best friend wasn’t Hobbie,” Wedge pointed out.
Mirax smirked. Hobbie was probably the moodiest person she knew.
“I just don’t think he’s good for the squadron. There have to be other places they can put him,” Janson continued.
“Wes,” as if on cue, Hobbie Klivian walked through the door, “There you are. Dack suggested you were going to concede when you didn’t come back right away.”
Mirax groaned, falling back on the bed. Now, Janson and Hobbie were going to have some mundane conversation and they’d never leave. She knew she should have insisted on going to the Skate.
“Concede?” Janson asked, faking insult. “Never!”
“This whole scheme is just a bit impossible,” Hobbie remarked. “There’s no way you’ll pull it off.”
“Nonsense,” Janson huffed. “Impossible is my stock in trade.”
“Wes?” Wedge interrupted them. “We don’t have any Whyren’s or an old boot you can have.”
It took Janson less than a second to get the holograph. “Right.” He held up the towel. “Thanks for the help. Let’s go, Hobbs.”
“You wanna come watch, Wedge?” Hobbie asked, not moving.
Janson cleared his throat. “Wedge has alternative entertainment for the afternoon.” He stepped through the door, pulling Hobbie with him.
“Ohhhhh!” Hobbie’s voice remarked as he put it together while the door closed behind them.
Wedge turned back to her. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”
Mirax smiled wryly. “You were about to lock the door.”
Astro gave me this dare:
I dare you to write Wedge in relationship with a female canon character anytime before the events of Starfighters of Adumar (20 BBY - 13 ABY). The female character cannot be Iella. The more prominant character, the better (i.e. Mon Mothma or Leia would be preferable over Lujayne or Androoni). However, the story must fit into canon!!!
In addition, two of the fab four (Tycho, Wes, Hobbie) must find/be told about the relationship but Wedge must/must try to purposely keep the fourth member in the dark. Why is up to you.
Also, the story must include the following:
-The line: "Doing the impossible is [pronoun] stock in trade."
-A single glass of Whyren's Reserve
-A corusca gem
Disclaimer: Don't own it...
Because you know they at least tried the dating thing at some point.
“And that’s when I realized I should never again try to cook,” Wedge finished.
Mirax reclined on the bunk and stared at him. “You tried to roast a taun taun.” When she'd suggested they catch up a bit, it had been an excuse to go back to Wedge's room. Instead, he seemed to think she actually wanted to hear him talk.
“It was dead,” Wedge replied, “I didn’t want to be wasteful.”
She didn’t stop staring. “You tried to roast a taun taun,” she repeated. Hearing the door open, she turned her head to watch a tall man with light brown hair and blue eyes enter the room. He glanced at them briefly before retreating to his bunk. Mirax frowned. While she was hardly on a first name basis with everyone on the Alliance’s lovely snow-covered base, she tended to know the people who normally roomed with Wedge. This guy wasn’t one of them. She glanced back at Wedge. “New room-mate?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, climbing off his bunk. “Tycho?”
The new roommate paused and glanced over at them.
“Tycho Celchu, this is Mirax. Mirax, Tycho. Luke just added him to the unit.”
Celchu gave her a half bow and silently returned to his bunk. He pulled his datapad from under the pillow, nodded at both of them, and left.
“Well, he’s talkative,” she commented, playing with the corusca gem hanging from the chain around her neck.
“I told him you were coming to visit. He got really quiet then, and I think he’s been trying to avoid us,” Wedge told her, sinking back onto the bed beside her.
She stared at him, incredulous. “You sexiled your roommate?” When Wedge had roomed with Wes Janson, he’d been kicked out of the room so many times, he’d practically moved in with Luke and Dack. He’d complained about it so much that she’d assumed he would be the last person to do it himself. Besides, they had the Skate and by now the deck officer and the rest of the support staff should be finished unloading the supplies she’d brought…
Wedge reddened. “Actually, I told him you were my sister.”
“You know, Wedge, that’s really not much better.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Especially if he walks in on us. Unless having your roommate think you’re into incest is okay with you.”
“Luke told me Tycho lost his fiancée a few years ago and still struggles with it. I didn’t want to be parading around my…” he waved at her, “You know.”
“Girlfriend?” She supplied.
He shrugged. “We never really talked about what we are.”
Mirax sighed. Unbelievable. “Wedge, we’re sleeping together. I think ‘girlfriend’ is appropriate.”
“Okay. I didn’t want to parade my girlfriend around in front of a man who is still dealing with losing the love of his life.” He gave her a look. “Happy?”
“Very.” She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. Feeling Wedge return the kiss, she slid one hand around behind his head and unzipped his jacket with the other.
Before things could progress, the door opened again and Wedge quickly sprang back from her. The reaction reminded her of a teenage boy who had been caught trying to steal a kiss by his date’s father.
“Hi, all. Don’t let me interrupt,” Wes Janson remarked as he entered the tiny room. “Force knows Wedge needs to get some. He’s too uptight. I’ll just get some things and disappear.” He nodded in her direction. “By the way, welcome back to Hoth, Mirax.”
“Did you need something, Janson?” Wedge asked.
“Actually, yes.” He glanced at the piece of flimsy in his hand. “I need a towel, a single glass of Whyren’s Reserve, an Imperial cred chip, and an old boot.” Janson looked up and gave them both a mischievous grin.
That was the craziest list… “Why?” She asked.
Janson’s grin became larger. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“No,” Wedge said quickly. “We don’t want to know.”
“Right, then.” Janson held up his list, “Have anything on the list?”
Mirax gave him a fake smile. “If I give you that cred chip, will you go away?”
“There’s a towel hanging from the end of Celchu’s bed,” Wedge offered.
Janson frowned, picking up the towel. “I don’t like him, Wedge. He’s moody.”
“You know, that argument would hold more water if your best friend wasn’t Hobbie,” Wedge pointed out.
Mirax smirked. Hobbie was probably the moodiest person she knew.
“I just don’t think he’s good for the squadron. There have to be other places they can put him,” Janson continued.
“Wes,” as if on cue, Hobbie Klivian walked through the door, “There you are. Dack suggested you were going to concede when you didn’t come back right away.”
Mirax groaned, falling back on the bed. Now, Janson and Hobbie were going to have some mundane conversation and they’d never leave. She knew she should have insisted on going to the Skate.
“Concede?” Janson asked, faking insult. “Never!”
“This whole scheme is just a bit impossible,” Hobbie remarked. “There’s no way you’ll pull it off.”
“Nonsense,” Janson huffed. “Impossible is my stock in trade.”
“Wes?” Wedge interrupted them. “We don’t have any Whyren’s or an old boot you can have.”
It took Janson less than a second to get the holograph. “Right.” He held up the towel. “Thanks for the help. Let’s go, Hobbs.”
“You wanna come watch, Wedge?” Hobbie asked, not moving.
Janson cleared his throat. “Wedge has alternative entertainment for the afternoon.” He stepped through the door, pulling Hobbie with him.
“Ohhhhh!” Hobbie’s voice remarked as he put it together while the door closed behind them.
Wedge turned back to her. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”
Mirax smiled wryly. “You were about to lock the door.”
