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[talentedscavenger]

War wasn't kind, it wasn't nice, and didn't care if you lived or died. War consumed time and bodies as nourishment to keep growing. Didn't matter if someone was fighting for good, to stop an Empire from seizing all of the galaxy, or not. Nothing was ever guaranteed in war, except a high amount of causalities. Finding romance, or kinship was never part of Rey's plan when she joined the Rebellion.

She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to provide aide and not stand by while the Empire continued to terrorize innocent people across the galaxy. The propaganda they put out was mind numbing and Rey wanted nothing to do with it. The orphan from Jakku left the only planet she had ever known to fight...and some how, between the missions, fixing ships, and facing danger at nearly every turn, she had found companionship with one of the best spies in the Rebellion. Captain Cassian Andor.

Nothing had been the same since she drunkenly confessed to him, giving him a kiss, and hoping he returned the same feelings. If they weren't, she would've let go of him and buried herself in work. But, he had feelings for her. It took hard work, but they made it work. They endured long separations, spats, and face death countless times, but they came out of it together. They had each other, and that's all that mattered to them. As long as they focused on their future, of ending a war, they could have a family. They could....be normal people, or figure out how to live a life away from war.

They had gone to bed together, in Cassian's quarters, both dead tired from their last mission. She wanted sleep. She wanted a dreamless sleep that would allow her to rest. Instead, she had feverish dreams of a weapon the size of the moon, of glowing swords, a man in black armor, and...a tiny baby being held by her and Cassian. Joy and sorrow on their faces as they cradled the infant. There were explosions, and the taste of sulfur in the air. All of it was in a blur that prompted Rey to sit up and crawl out of bed to empty her stomach in the 'Fresher.

Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, and her back was slick. Her mind was racing. There had been speculation that she could be...Force sensitive? Was that what Chirrut had said? Havng visions, or being so in tune with something...she didn't know. But what she saw...the death, and that weapon...and a child. Did it mean...she was pregnant? If any of it was true, and she was... it made her both elated and petrified at the same time.

Fuck, if she told Cassian, he'd think she was crazy. But could she even tell him?

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one million years later ...

[rebellionbuilt]

Cassian was a logical, pragmatic man. That part of him had come to terms long ago that the odds were that he was going to die far before the war actually ended - if it ever did. As such, he formed partnerships, not attachments. What good would they do if they would only be broken in the end?

Slowly, some of those walls began coming down, and Cassian started letting people in more until he'd gathered a sort of family all his own. It hurt knowing that he could lose them at any time, but at least he no longer felt quite so alone in the universe.

And then Rey came into his life and those walls crumbled down completely, one stone at a time. He had never cared for anyone as much as her, never thought it possible to give himself over to someone so completely and thoroughly, but stars, he loved her. Cassian couldn't promise that he would return from his missions, but for the first time in years, he wasn't so careless with his safety and did everything in his power to return to her as unscathed as possible - even though he couldn't guarantee that either.

For the first time in his life, Cassian began thinking about a life after. A life spent far, far away from the turmoil currently wreaking havoc on the galaxy as a whole. A lifetime with Rey ... perhaps with a family all their own.

It was a more terrifying prospect than Cassian had ever faced before, but he was certain that if it was at all possible for them, he wanted to take the chance.

The last mission had taken a toll on all of them, and when he fell into a dreamless sleep, his arms curled around Rey, keeping her held tight, he thought that it would take a natural disaster to wake him.

Turns out, all it really took was the vague feeling of her sitting up quickly before hurrying into the 'fresher. Torn from sleep and instantly worried, Cassian followed, knocking gently on the door as he blinked his sleep-heavy eyes rapidly in an attempt to wake up.

"Rey - ?", he asked, his voice soft but concerned. "You alright?"