Who Comforts the Hero
Discalimer:
Characters belong to LucasFilm not to me unfortunatly. The ideas are mine
though. This story contians a m/m relationship... if you have a problem with
that or are under 18 this is not for you.
Wedge found Luke standing at one of the
medical frigate's large view ports watching stars. The young pilot had felt a
moments panic when he hadn't been able to find his lover in the small cubicle
he'd been assigned while he'd been recovering from the injuries he'd gotten in
Cloud City fighting the Dark Lord. Most people would have been killed. But not
Luke, but then he was a Jedi of sorts even if he wasn't fully trained. And now
he was at least twice the hero he had been before. Now not only had he
destroyed the Death Star but faced the dreaded Dark Lord of the Sith. And
according to the rumors laughed in Vader's face.
This was the first he'd seen of his friend
and lover since they'd evacuated Hoth. "Hey." He murmured as he
approached.
Luke jumped slightly. "Hi." He
replied just as softly as he self-consciously shoved his right hand in to his
pocket.
Wedge noticed the movement but didn't comment
on it. "I've got a shuttle here to take you back the ship."
Luke blinked and was silent for several
moments as though going back to the ship had never occurred to him. "Oh...
Alright." He said finally.
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The short flight between the two big ships
passed in a tense silence. Wedge flew because Luke had to re-certify with the
prosthetic hand just to be sure it wouldn't affect his skills. The younger man
had made several attempts at conversation, but they'd fallen flat. Luke had
just sat there and stared out at the ships whizzing past.
Back in their old quarters that they'd been
reassigned to after Hoth Wedge watched as Luke still silent moved to sit on the
second bunk. The one they never used.
For his own part, Luke wasn't really aware of
his actions. He was deep in thought. Absently, he flexed the prosthetic right
hand. Jumping as Wedge caught it.
He looked up in surprise. Wedge was sitting
on their bunk and had leaned forward, now his arm stretched across the gap
between the two beds. He blinked, not sure what to say, worried he'd upset hi
lover somehow.
"You really okay Luke?" The
Corellian asked.
Luke brought up a smile. "Yeah." He
said, wishing Wedge had caught his other hand. Wedge caught the quick glance down
and interpreted it correctly. He brought his other hand up and held Luke's hand
between both of his. "I completely forgot." He told the other man.
Turning the prosthetic in his hands so it rested palm up, he bent to kiss it.
"Does it make a difference?" He asked, tracing a line across the palm
with his tongue, followed by a light nip.
"No." Luke gasped. "Feels the
same to me. But doesn't it make a difference to you? Disgust you?"
"No. It is slightly different, you
haven't had it long enough for all the synthetic taste to disappear. But
another week or so of your body maintaining the synth flesh, it will taste the
same as the rest of you." Wedge said, then grinned. "And I certainly
know about that."
Luke blushed but grinned back.
"Com'ere." The younger man said,
tugging on the wrist still captured in his hand. Smiling as Luke came off the
other bunk and allowed Wedge to tug him down on top as they lay back on their
bunk. Luke smiled down at his lover.
"You really are okay?" Wedge
murmured. "I was worried. I mean, you finally were doing better, then you
have more things happen..."
"I really am okay. It's not like I spent
the whole time since we left Hoth having awful things happen to me. Just a few
hours. You've seen the reports right?"
"Yeah, you found a Jedi Master. Though
you won't tell anyone where. You learned what you wanted to?"
"Well...yeah. But certainly not how I
expected to learn it." Luke said in a half laugh. "But I didn't
finish my training."
"You'll have to go back?"
"I promised."
"Oh." Wedge muttered, feeling
slightly disappointed.
"Not just yet." Luke said, gently
brushing the dark bangs off Wedge's forehead. "Not until Han's back
safe."
"But you'll still be gone for
that."
"The Alliance authorized the rescue
effort. I'm sure they'll let us borrow a few resources."
"Like Rogue Squadron?"
"Exactly." Luke grinned, feeling
more himself than he had in years. With a quick movement, he caught Wedge's
wrists, tugging them over his head and pinning them to the pillow.
"Now. I think we have a little catching
up to do."
Wedge blinked up at him and smiled.
"Definitely." He agreed, as Luke descended to capture his mouth in a
deep kiss.
When Luke finally released his mouth the
younger man gazed up at him, his deep, green eyes slightly unfocused. "You
really are better."
"I really am better." Luke agreed with a smile.