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Operation: Babysat
Part Two
by Nic

Two hours later, Wes found himself at a tapcaf in an upper Section of Coruscant with Siobheann sitting across from him. The two had helped the Rogues and Wraiths with the speeder-wash as they caught up on each other’s exploits. Before long, their endless talking caused Wedge to shoo them away and told them to take the rest of the day off.

Wes was surprised to find that the girl he had wooed so many years ago still captured his interest, and he found himself wondering if she felt the same.

"So you spent two years planet hopping around the galaxy doing odd jobs to stay alive," He chuckled. "You could have let me know that you needed a place to stay, I would have helped."

"I don’t doubt that," Siobheann sighed, "but my reasons for staying away are…complicated."

Wes shook his head. "Nothing is that complicated, Shivvy. I’m a Rogue, remember?" With a smile, he took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Try me."

Siobheann regarded him curiously for a moment before nodding her head slowly. "Okay. Okay, I’ll try you." She stood up and picked up her jacket. Wes raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look.

"Um, Shiv…"

"Let’s just say it’ll be easier to show you my reasons, than explaining them verbally." She cut him off.

Dubiously, Wes stood up and grabbed his own jacket as he followed her out of the tapcaf and into a speeder-cab.

What could possibly be so complicated that words aren’t suitable to explain it? He mused as the cab sped through the city. I mean, sure, not wanting to call up your ex-lover for help is understandable, but the reasons for avoiding their current home-world entirely is a different matter all together.

Wes’ reverie was broken as the cab slowed to a stop. He followed Siobheann into a building and up to the third floor. He watched impassively as she entered her entry code and as the door slid open. The two stepped inside the apartment and he looked around. The apartment was a medium-sized, two bedroom deal with a decent kitchen and ‘fresher. The furniture was a little ratty-looking, but he could hardly blame the girl. She had just arrived and was currently unemployed. Siobheann smiled at him shyly.

"It’s not much of a place…" She began sheepishly.

"No, no. It’s fine. It’s a pretty nice place for a two-bedroom apartment. I…uh…wait a second. You didn’t bring me here to meet your boyfriend or fiancé or something, did you?"

"Um…no. No boyfriend or fiancé…"

Before she could finish her answer, the door opened and a little boy toddled into the room, followed by a gruff looking woman. The woman was a few inches shorter than Siobheann and she was a little round about the middle. Her grayish hair was pulled back in a severe bun that was becoming frayed around the edges and her elderly face was slightly reddened from exertion. She was wearing a simple blue dress and brown sandals.

The little boy was a vision of two-year-old cuteness; his dirty-blond hair was slightly darker than Siobheann’s and cut short. His blue eyes sparkled brightly and intelligently as he gazed up at Wes. But that was where the cuteness ended, for he was clad in a neon orange short-sleeved, button-down tunic with a diagonal lime green streak across his front, electric blue trousers and neon green boots. Each item was hemmed in neon-yellow and hot-pink stripes. Wes rubbed his eyes and hastily looked away from the offending outfit. Hobbie would like that. He would most definitely classify that as clothing that offends the viewer ‘cause that kid doesn’t seem to mind.

The old woman sighed and shook her head, causing Wes to turn his attention back to her. Siobheann smiled sadly at the woman and walked over to her. She gave the woman’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and said a few soft words before the older woman smiled and took her leave.

As the door slid shut, Siobheann turned to face Wes and the little boy and smiled uneasily. She opened her mouth to speak, but was instantly cut off by the words, "Momma! I dwessed mysewf, see?"

Momma?! Wait a minute…"Shiv, is this your son?" Wes asked tentatively.

Siobheann smiled sadly.

"Well then," Wes returned the smiled. "That isn’t a very complicated reason to avoid…"

"Oh but it is, Wes. You see, Colin there isn’t just my son. He’s yours too. You’re his father." Hastily, Siobheann turned to Colin and smiled warmly. She crouched and held her arms open wide as the youngster ran as best as he could to her. "Wow! What a big boy you are, picking out your own clothes and everything!" She exclaimed, wrapping him in a warm hug.

Wes stumbled backwards a few paces as Siobheann’s words penetrated his brain. He put a hand to his temple and tried to remain standing as his mind reeled. No! I can’t be…can I? Sithispit, I should keep better tabs on my liaisons…

"Shiv, I…I swear, if I would have known…" He stammered.

"I know Wes. I know." She picked up her son and walked over to Wes. Leaning up, she kissed the Rogue on the cheek and smiled. "Wes Janson, meet your son, Colin."

Continued in Part Three