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My Month with the Gods
Part Fifteen
by Banshee

When I awoke the next morning, their positions were reversed. Tycho was sitting in the chair concentrating on a datapad and Wedge was asleep on the couch, his hair again in his eyes. I have to admit that stocking feet, undertunics and well-fitted pants was definitely a good look for them.

"Good morning," Tycho greeted me softly.

"Morning," I replied as I padded quietly into the room. I stopped beside the couch to watch Wedge sleep.

Tycho laughed as I gently brushed Wedge’s hair out of his eyes. "Doesn’t help," he said.

I lifted my eyebrows teasingly at him as if to ask how he would know. He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "I just started a fresh pot of caf. It should be finished by now."

He started to stand and I waved him back down, "Stay there. I’ll get it," I told him with a smile and headed into the kitchenette, patting him on the shoulder as I passed.

I returned with two cups of steaming caf and handed one to Tycho, who was still intent on the datapad. I sat cross-legged on the floor next to Wedge’s couch and breathed in the aroma of the caf. I watched Tycho for a few minutes before my curiosity got the better of me. "Whatcha working on?"

"Revenge," came Wedge’s voice from over my shoulder.

I grinned back at him, "Morning, cutie. I didn’t mean to wake you."

"You didn’t. I could smell the caf," he told me with a sleepy yawn.

"I’ll get you some," I offered and strolled into the kitchenette. When I returned, Wedge had sat up with his feet stretched out in front of him. I handed him his cup and resumed my seat on the floor.

I knew from the smug Corellian grin on Wedge’s face that he was waiting for me to ask, so I did. "So, who is the target of this revenge?"

Tycho grinned evilly, "Wes and Hobbie. Who else?"

I shook my head in exasperation, "I should have known. Can I help with the planning?"

The Rogues exchanged thoughtful glances and Tycho just shrugged.

"I don’t know," Wedge answered. "Are you sure you want to make yourself a target for Wes’ shenanigans?"

Tycho chuckled, "I think she already has. He’s just been too busy planning yesterday’s... ah, escapade... to get around to her."

I grinned evilly at Wedge as I climbed onto my knees and turned to face him. "Besides, if you don’t let me help, I’ll tell everyone you’re ticklish."

I could hear the mirth in Tycho’s voice when he asked, "Wedge is ticklish? Where?"

Wedge groaned, "I think I would rather you told him you used to call me Captain Kid."

"Oh, I already knew that," Tycho replied smugly.

"I didn’t tell him!" I insisted as Wedge glared at me and we both turned to look at Tycho. The blond Rogue was tying to appear innocent behind that smile, but failed rather miserably.

"And when are you two going to tell me just what this escapade was?" I persisted.

Wedge shook his head, "Oh, no. It’s not my story to tell. You’ll have to ask Tych." The blond just buried himself in the datapad and pretended to ignore us.

I sat back down and folded my arms across my chest, pretending to pout. It wasn’t long before Wedge joined me on the floor wearing a rather devilish grin. "There is a technique to getting information out of Tycho when he doesn’t want to give it."

At this, Tycho lifted his eyebrows and gave his CO an "oh, really?" smirk.

"And that technique is...?" I couldn’t resist challenging Wedge.

Wedge moved faster than I thought possible, grabbing one of Tycho’s feet and beginning to tickle him unmercifully. In response, Tycho pounced on Wedge and the two Rogues began a rather animated wrestling match.

I scrambled backwards to get out of their way, tripping on a boot in the process. I landed hard on my backside with a yelp. I stood, laughing and rubbing my wounded pride. I watched them wrestle with some amusement, secretly pleased that they were comfortable enough in my presence to act so at ease.

I was startled when Luke and Corran burst into my quarters, both primed for trouble. Luke scanned the room and quickly took in the situation; his amused grin was unmistakable as he turned his attention to Corran. "Pain and vicious intent?" he chided.

Corran shrugged. "So I need a little work sensing dangerous intentions. At least I got the pain part right," he smirked as he nodded toward me, still rubbing my bottom.

Luke chuckled at the astonished looks on Wedge and Tycho’s faces. "Actually you’re not that far off -- neither of them fights fair. But I would think you have been around these two long enough to know the difference."

Any reply was interrupted when the door to my quarters again opened to reveal a rather tall, well-built man a few years older than me. His eyes were a stormy gray and he had medium brown hair. I froze where I stood and uttered a soft, "Tino?"

Continued in Part Sixteen