Star Wars - livsagna

Wedge is feeling a little down because he's realized he'll be alone forever. Corran tries to help.

The Commander's Type

Wedge was sitting at a secluded table in an out-of-the-way corner of the Flarestar, drinking a glass of Whyren's Reserve that Emtrey had scrounged before his scrounging protocol had been shut down by General Cracken. Life as a rogue Rogue was never boring, per se, but Wedge could admit he did miss the possibility of having an actual life. Of course, leading Rogue Squadron legitimately had also erased any possibility of being normal, but Wedge had just almost had a chance with Iella Wessiri, Corran Horn's former CorSec partner.

Then Iella's husband had returned from the dead, caused a lot of drama, killed Kirtan Loor, and been actually killed (for real this time!) by his wife. There had also been somewhere in there where Wedge had told Diric he could imagine himself growing old with Iella, and he had admitted this _in front of Iella_ , so things were a little awkward, to say the least.

A shadow fell over Wedge, causing the stressed man to look up. "Lieutenant Horn," he said as a way of greeting.

"Not Lieutenant Horn," corrected Corran. He took his fake-glasses-with-nose-and-mustache out of a pocket of his lab coat and slid them on un-smoothly. "Corran. _Dr._ Corran."

Wedge briefly wondered, 'Where did my life go wrong?' as he covered his eyes with his palm. "Corran, I don't mean this to be rude, but _go away_."

Corran did not go away, and instead he sat in the booth across from Wedge. "Life got you down, Commander? Or is it _love_?"

"Lieutenant, I am ordering you to—"

Corran cut him off. "It is love, isn't it? Well, you've certainly come to the right place! Dr. Corran's Love Corner is an all-purpose—wait, was I supposed to start with that?" He took a moment to consult a script, and Wedge, dumbfounded, said nothing. Corran continued, "Yeah, no. Sorry. Dr. Corran's Love Corner is a _friendly_ , all-purpose, judgement free zone where Dr. Corran—that's me!—will advise you on any and all matters of the heart for the low, low price of a few drinks."

Wedge fought the urge to roll his eyes. It couldn't be too harmful to indulge Corran, and would provide a nice distraction to boot. He waved a droid over, and the droid took Corran's order. "I don't need any advice," said Wedge, "but it can't hurt to listen."

Corran smiled, and Wedge suddenly felt that it could hurt to listen. "Good. Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you need to answer them without thinking about it. I need to get to know Wedge's heart, not Wedge's brain. I already know Wedge's brain; it thinks it's reasonable to make us get up at dawn even though we are in space and there is no dawn."

"I've told you, there's dawn on Yag'Dhul!" Corran gave Wedge a stern look. It didn't exactly give the effect Corran was going for, the fake glasses kind of ruined it, and Wedge's face twitched with the urge to smile. "Okay, ask your questions, Lieutenant."

"Well, before I do that, I of course need to know who our brave commander has fallen for," insisted Corran.

" _No_ ," Wedge said firmly. "I'll tell you it's a woman, and that's it."

Corran's brows furrowed, looking first as if he was about to press Wedge further, and second as if he was then going through every woman Wedge had ever met in an attempt to narrow the list down. "Question one," he started, still trying to discover the identity of Wedge's mystery woman. "If you were to take her on a trip to anywhere in the galaxy, where would it be?"

"Ideally Corellia," said Wedge, "but the Diktat is an unknown variable and Corellia is pretty closed off at the moment."

"Question two: If you could describe your relation with this woman as a scent of candle, what scent would you be?"

"What scent of _candle_?" Wedge shook his head, dumbfounded. He thought of the future, of the home he wanted with Iella. "Nutmeg and leatherwood."

"Would you want children with this person?"

"Yes." Wedge found himself surprised by how sure his voice sounded, but he knew he wanted that future with Iella, with the nutmeg-and-leatherwood candles burning in their home, and some mini future-pilots running around getting into just as much trouble as his full-sized pilots did.

If Corran looked surprised, he didn't show it. "Say she didn't want kids, what then?"

"I'd make do with all the children in my squadron." Wedge found himself laughing at Corran's offended overreaction.

" _Okay_ , I see where I stand. Moving on... Do you plan on ever confessing your feelings?"

"Well, it's complicated," began Wedge.

"Listen to your heart," reminded Corran. "Ignore the warning bells in your brain for once."