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My Month with the Gods
Part Thirteen
by Banshee

As soon as the gathered Rogues caught sight of Hobbie, they all began to talk at once until the medic held his hand up for silence. "Major Klivian needs his rest. Everyone will need to clear out soon."

Wedge and I stood just inside the doorway as, one by one, the others spoke quietly to him and headed to the waiting room that was just outside. Hobbie then removed his robe and slippers and climbed into the bed wearing his patient's tunic and pants.

I wished Hobbie well and joined the others, leaving him alone with Wedge. Marnie and Inyri were waiting for me when I arrived in the waiting room. "Guess this means you're not going to join us at the club tomorrow night," Marnie said and looked at her chrono. "Guess I should say tonight, huh?"

I shook my head, "Probably not a good idea."

Wes was standing beside me, listening to our conversation and groaned, "Aw. I was looking forward to talking Wedge into letting me play escort for our three lady Rouges."

Inyri snorted, "You just wanted an excuse to go to the club because no one else will go with you."

I smiled and turned to Wes, "I can think of at least four things wrong with your statement."

Wes was thoughtful for a moment before responding, "OK, I'll bite. What are they?"

I took a deep breath as I heard Wedge walk up behind me, "One, I'm not a Rouge. Two, Inyri and Marnie are both Rogues and Wedge said two Rogues. They count as two. Third, until Hobbie is back to 100%, I think your time would be better spent with him than babysitting me.

"And last, you're more interested in revenge than escort duty." I held up my hand, palm out, before Wes could interrupt. "I know you want another shot at these guys and believe me, I do too. But, I'm not going to put anyone in danger to get it. That means you, whoever my escorts are, or anyone else who just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Wedge laid his hand on my back to get my attention. "You know, we really need to discuss who is giving orders around here," he said with a wry grin.

He turned his attention to the assemblage. "Sandy brings up a good point, everyone is confined to base till further notice." His statement was accompanied by groans all around.

"Wedge, that's not fair. I'm the one they're looking for. I-"

He cut me off with a glare before I could protest further. "Perhaps we should add a discussion about arguing with my orders in front of the group." I realized he was right and ducked my head, properly chastised.

"And while we're at it," he continued, "as long as you are my responsibility, you will consider yourself a Rogue."

I blinked at him in surprise as his words sank in. I realized he was waiting for an answer, so I just nodded mutely.

He turned back to the squadron. "I'm canceling this morning's sim runs. I want everyone to get some rest and meet in the briefing room at 1400. We will pick up with our schedule from there. Corran, Narawa, I want Mirax and Rhysati on base till further notice as well. I know Mirax has a trip scheduled soon but I don't think that will be a problem."

Both nodded. "If Corran will make the comm calls, I'll handle the arrangements for the rooms," Narawa volunteered and Corran agreed.

As the others were leaving, I heard Wedge tell Wes, "She's right. I think you should stick close to Hobbie for the next couple of days." Wes nodded and headed back into Hobbie's room as Wedge, Gavin and I started back to my quarters.

This should be interesting, I thought. I had been hoping to spend some time alone with Wedge so we could talk and... well, maybe... pick up where we had left off the previous morning. But with the youngster chaperoning, I knew that was out of the question. Of course it was probably a mute point, anyway. I didn't think Wedge would want to be alone with me ever again after today's revelations.


Tycho caught up with us as we reached the lift to my quarters. He was wearing a blaster and handed another to Wedge after dismissing Gavin. He said he had contacted Admiral Ackbar and the Mon Cal was in total agreement with our assessment.

He grinned at me, "Your grandfather will be happy to hear that the Guardiens are sending an engineering team complete with fighter escort out to XM. I expect a warm welcome if and when Wedge comes up with an excuse for the Rogues to visit Jovan," he added with a wink.

I made a face at them both when Wedge snickered. "After you saved my rear this evening, I'm sure all the Rogues would be more than welcome. Of course, my mother might decide to try to marry me to one or more of you."

Wedge snorted at this, "After your track record?"

I grinned wryly, "Yeah, she's been complaining about my lack of dates since the whole Viper incident was made public." My grin turned impish as I continued, "I think she was hoping I'd find somebody while I was on Coruscant."

We reached my quarters and I keyed in the code. Before I could enter, Tycho stopped me and went in first. I was beginning to get annoyed with the idea of being babysat, even by a pair like Wedge and Tycho.

We followed him in and stood waiting in the entryway while he searched the room. My irritation was beginning to get the better of me. "This is ridiculous," I told Wedge. "I can take care of myself, you know."

"Yeah, I know," he grinned and then grew serious. "But will you just humor me, please? I don't like getting calls like the one I got tonight."

I snorted, "With Wes and Hobbie around, I would think you would be used to it by now."

He wrapped me protectively in his arms and my hands found their way to his waist. He kissed my forehead as I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I'm serious," he said. "There is no reason to take unnecessary chances."

My hands began roaming lower and I whispered in his ear, "Then why don't you stay with me. Just you. You did promise we would pick up where we left off this morning." I pulled back so I could look in his eyes and grinned innocently, "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

He chuckled, "It's easier with two of us: one can get some rest while the other stands watch."

Tycho cleared his throat as he came back into the room and grinned mischievously at the two of us, "Guess we know where Wedge got the scratch marks."

We glared at the blond Rogue. Wedge took my hands in his and brought them to his mouth for a light kiss. "Sorry, but I'm on duty."

I sighed and scrunched my nose at him, "Guess I'll just go take a shower and get ready for bed."

Continued in Part Fourteen