Wes Janson looked down at the still form that was snuggled up close to him and he felt a familiar ache in his heart for his love of the man who was closer to him than any other being in the galaxy. Gently reaching out he softly caressed Wedge’s forehead brushing his blood matted hair out of his eyes – a gesture he had performed thousands of times during their long relationship – one last time. Wes pulled the thermal survival blanket up around their shoulders – not that it would do much good, his internal injuries were just too extensive – as he looked over at the burned and ruined hulk of the shuttle nearby. Taking a deep breath, the Taanabian pilot closed his eyes: the rescue team found them three days later, forever together in death as they had been in life.

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