Rarely did Cassian Andor dream. As a developed response, sleeping in too many unsecured conditions, he was a light sleeper who couldn't make noises.

This time, he dreamed.

He dreamed of Luthen, Draven, and Mothma approaching him with knives, saying they'd do him the service of dissecting him themselves.
He dreamed of Galen Erso opening his chest and connecting up his veins to wires until Jyn could get there and detonate him.
He dreamed of Bix burning them both down.
He dreamed of screaming for Kaytoo not to go.

But mostly he dreamed of Jyn
of the elevator not going down but up and them stepping out into the Yavin jungle
where they walked for endless hours
until they found the perfect place and lay each other down
and it wasn't making love
it was in their eyes
hers green like an ocean, his dark like a sky
infinities finding each other
stars sieving together into each other's spaces
connecting so deeply, so endless,
it was fathomless
falling forever without vertigo
seeing the universe from being inside it, a part of it, deathless
a sleep within a sleep, something that could never be described upon


waking.


Cassian woke and couldn't sit up. Something was on his chest. He looked down and the orange tooka cat was lying on him, thrumming like a motor. Apparently cats were like tookas in that they purred. "Thank you," he murmured down to it. He probably owed it for some of the good sleep.

And the dreams…

Regretfully, he shifted the cat, who simply flopped over onto the bunk (very good), and Cassian sat up. He called, "Jyn?"