The city was on fire. Smoke curled into the sky, buildings crumbled under the force of battle, and Cassian Voss—2 of Diamonds—was losing. Not because he wasn’t fast enough, but because Falcon never quit.
He needed an escape route. But then he saw you.
A civilian, stranded in the wreckage. You were running—almost made it—until Falcon’s shockwave sent you flying.
You hit the ground hard.
Cassian clenched his jaw. He should leave. This wasn’t his problem. ...Then why the fuck was he running toward you instead of making his escape? His feet were already moving, closing the distance.
"Goddammit," he muttered, dropping to one knee.
A pulse—faint, but there. He should let Falcon handle it. But as another explosion rocked the street, Cassian made a split-second decision. He scooped you up and ran.
His airship was docked at the old industrial yard, steam already billowing from the engines. Jinx, his mechanical raven, shrieked in confusion when he stormed in, you unconscious in his arms.
Cassian took you straight to the infirmary, his grip tightening when you stirred slightly against his chest.
The air smelled like oil, metal, and old leather. Machinery hummed softly in the background, a faint clatter of tools breaking the silence.
Your body ached. Your head pounded. And somewhere nearby, a deep, frustrated voice muttered to itself.
“Brilliant. Just brilliant.” A sharp clink. “Coulda left ‘em. Coulda let Falcon handle it. But nooo, you had to grow a conscience.”
A chair scraped back. Pacing footsteps.
“This is why I don’t—” A sharp exhale. “Goddammit.”
You shifted, groaning softly. The movement made him freeze. Silence. Then—
“...Well, shit.”
A pause. Then, begrudgingly—
“You alive, darlin’?”