Author's Note: This is the end. The final chapter. *wipes away tears* I'm sorry for getting emotional here, guys, but writing this series has been such a joy. I worked very hard on this ending and I hope everything I tried to do comes across. Also, check out my profile for the link to the series' official playlist.

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I wish I'd done everything on earth with you.

The Great Gatsby

The water is wide, I cannot cross over

And neither have I the wings to fly

Oh, build me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I

Jyn arrives at Bodhi's graduation alone.

She starts to regret it the moment she walks up the marble stairs towards the auditorium and sees scattered groups of people huddled together outside. There are students in their graduation gowns, looking unmistakably joyous and excited, taking pictures with their friends and families. They all throw Jyn a curious glance as she walks pass and she is glad that she has on dark sunglasses. Somehow, they make her feel safe, like she doesn't have to make eye contact with someone unless she really wants to.

The moment she reaches the last step, she sees them, standing near the door into the auditorium. The sight stops her in her tracks and it is as though she is looking at a photograph - a memory that has come to life before her very eyes.

There is Baze, greyer and more lined, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed; Chirrut stands to his right, telling a joke; Kay is in a neat brown suit, looking surprised by his own smile; Bodhi, happier and more animated than she has ever seen him, decked out in a graduation cap and gown. And there, standing to Bodhi's left, not talking, merely observing everyone with a thoughtful expression, is him.

It has been a year since she last saw Cassian. He looks different. Better. There is no tiredness around his mouth, under the hallows of his eyes. His beard is neatly trimmed although he has let his hair grow out a little bit. She nearly laughs at what he has on. Next to the pristinely dressed Kay, Cassian's rumpled white shirt, tie and black trousers look like they have been put together by a fourteen year old boy who's been dragged to his parents' work function against his will.

Seeing him, however endearing he looks, hurts. Seeing him always hurts.

Come home, Jyn.

"Jyn!"

Bodhi is the first one who spots her. She sees Cassian just turning his head, but then Bodhi is there, enveloping her in a tight, warm hug.

"Bloody hell, you look good," says Bodhi after releasing her. "You even bothered to put on a dress!"

"Oh, well." She gestures awkwardly down at the red summer dress she has on. She takes off her sunglasses and puts them on her head. "Of course, I was going to make an effort. It's your graduation, Bodhi!"

"You have make-up on," notes Bodhi, his eyes twinkling.

She glowers. "Oh, don't make a big deal of it. Or I swear - "

"I'm not! I just thought - "

But she never finds out what Bodhi thought. Because, at that moment, Baze and Chirrut approach with wide grins on their faces.

"Little sister," says Baze, and she lets herself be swept up in his big, strong arms. The hug lingers and she clings to him for a while, realising how much she has missed this.

"You look older," she tells him with a small, watery smile.

"It happens to all of us, little sister," says Baze, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I missed you," she says, and looks at Chirrut. "I missed both of you."

Chirrut reaches out his hand and she grabs it. There is no hug between them. This one simple touch already says everything they both needed to say.

Then -

"Jyn."

She turns and there he is, much closer to her than she wants him to be. She can see the wrinkles in the collar of his shirt, the way the corners of his mouth are twitching into a smile at the sight of her.

She feels the colour rising in her cheeks under his gaze. Ex-husbands shouldn't look at their ex-wives like this. He is drinking her in, dark eyes pulling them together, like no matter how hard he tries to hide it, he can't wait to get her alone.

She forces herself to look away. She tugs at the hem of her dress instead.

"Hi, Cassian."

There is silence all around them. She can't bring herself to look at any of her friends.

"Hi, Jyn. You…um…you look great."

"Well, you look great too."

He smiles. "You're lying."

"Of course, I'm lying," she says, and her eyes return to his face like she can't help it. She feels herself smiling along with him. "I've always told you that you should be banned from dressing yourself."

"Yes, well…" He runs a hand through his hair. "Ever since you, there was no one else to do it."

She sucks in a short breath through clenched teeth.

How does he expect her to feel, hearing those words? Happy? Relieved? Is she supposed to be swept up in his arms and drown herself in the memories?

(Memories of her fixing up his tie, of her choosing a shirt for him from their closet, of her asking him to spin around just so she could look at him for a little while longer…)

"Cassian - "

"Guys, it's time," interrupts Bodhi loudly. He pushes in between them and winds his arm through hers, and she could kiss him for it. "We have to get you lot to your seats. The ceremony's about to start." And as he drags her away, he whispers softly in her ear: "Are you alright, Jyn?"

"Well, I'm still alive," says Jyn dryly, but she gives his arm a thankful squeeze.

"Because if you're not okay - "

"Bodhi, please."

"Jyn - "

"I'll be fine. I promise. Now run along, pilot. It's your bloody ceremony."

Bodhi hesitates, but she levels him with a look he knows better than to contradict. Sighing, he grips her hand reassuringly before leaving to join his fellow graduates.

But Jyn is not alone for long after Bodhi leaves her side. As she walks into the auditorium, someone else grabs her elbow as though he is about to escort her in.

"Jyn," says Kay, his voice low and calm, "we need to talk."

She scoffs. "Damn right we do."

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Fortunately, once inside the auditorium, Jyn and Cassian are seated on opposite ends of their row. She is right by the aisle, with Baze to her left, and she has the task of prodding him with her elbow to stop him from nodding off. It is not like she blames him; it takes ages for the graduates to finally line up below the stage and walk up to receive their diplomas. Once Bodhi's name is announced, Jyn delivers a particular hard punch to Baze's shoulder and the older man wakes up just in time to cheer Bodhi along with the rest of them.

With the diploma gripped tightly in his hand, Bodhi turns to them and waves, an enormous grin on his face.

Jyn feels Baze's hand gripping hers as she blinks back her tears.

"You okay, little sister?"

"Yes," replies Jyn, squeezing Baze's hand in return. "I remember when he had to work three jobs just to apply to this school. Now…he's done it."

Baze's smile is incredibly warm. "You've grown more sentimental since I last saw you."

"Well," she chuckles softly, "I guess people change." Or at least I hope they do.

Baze turns to her. There is curiosity swimming in his dark eyes. He looks like he wants to say something else or ask her a question (and she thinks she knows what), but then, suddenly, her phone begins to buzz. Frowning, she takes it out of her purse, stares at the message on the screen.

- Kay : [10:42]

Meet me outside.

Baze pretends to look away, but the gesture does not fool her one bit. She rolls her eyes, whispers: "It's Kay."

"What does he want?"

"No idea."

It is a lie. But that's the thing with Baze and Chirrut. It never matters when she lies, because they can always see right through it anyway. So after a while, she lies not for their benefit but for her own. She has always been a master at denial.

Baze arches an eyebrow and Jyn sighs in surrender.

"He probably wants to talk about Cassian."

"Cassian?" Baze's frown deepens. "What aren't you telling me, little sister?"

"There are many things I'm not telling you," she says before she can stop herself. "After all, Baze, you've been gone a long time."

She catches the shift in his expression immediately and she wants nothing more than to give herself a kick in the stomach.

"Baze - "

"You don't need to say you're sorry."

"That was uncalled for. I didn't - "

"Don't say you didn't mean it because you did." Baze sighs and he doesn't look angry. Just sad. "You're right, you know, little sister? We've been gone a long time."

"And it was my fault that you left. Mine and Cassian's. I have no right to - "

"It's not just about you and the detective," says Baze, looking at her kindly. "We…well, I needed a change."

"I understand that."

"I needed a change. It was…being here…it was getting too much. Chirrut was always the one who…I never - "

"Baze, you don't have to explain."

"But I do." He grips her hand again. "I know we had a good reason for leaving, but we still left. And you needed us. Both of you." He smirks a little. "All of you."

She smiles softly. "I suppose some things we have to go through alone."

"Not always." He squeezes her hand once more. "But we're here now. Jyn, I'm not going to lie and say it's not because of Chirrut - "

"I don't care about the reason as long as both of you are here now."

"Has anyone ever told you," says Baze, smiling fondly at her, "that you are a remarkably kind person, little sister?"

"No. Never. And you're probably the only person who ever will."

"Ah. Perhaps."

She gives Baze's hand another reassuring squeeze. She hopes he knows the gesture means she forgives him - that she doesn't blame him for not being there - and that she, in turn, is saying sorry for both her and Cassian. After all, she can't blame someone for leaving when it is the only thing they can do in the circumstance.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Kay glaring daggers at her from the other end of the row. She bites down the impulse to laugh, and begins typing a response.

- You : [10:46]

You want to meet now?

- Kay : [10:46]

Yes.

- You : [10:47]

We're in the middle of the ceremony.

- Kay : [10:48]

Bodhi's already got his diploma.

It will just be boring speeches from now on.

- You : [10:49]

How can you possibly know that?

- Kay : [10:50]

Need I remind you that I'm the only one in our group who has university degrees?

Not one, but several?

- You : [10:51]

Snob.

Can't it wait until after the ceremony?

- Kay : [10:52]

No.

Unless you want to be interrupted by everyone else.

- You : [10:52]

Fine.

- Kay : [10:53]

I'll go out first.

You can follow in five minutes.

- You : [10:54]

FINE.

Five minutes later, Jyn mumbles to Baze about going to the bathroom (again, he isn't fooled) and sneaks out of the auditorium. She finds Kay already waiting outside, hidden behind one of the pillars near the marble stairs that lead down to the garden. He has one hand in his suit pocket, another holding a glass of water, and Jyn walks right up to him and plucks the glass from his hand.

"Thank you, Kay," she says, taking a sip. "How did you know I wanted a drink?"

"Quit playing games, Jyn," sighs Kay, grabbing the glass back. "You know why we're having this conversation."

"I really don't," lies Jyn, leaning against the pillar and crossing her arms.

"You do." Kay gives her a withering look. "For all your faults, you are not thick."

"Thank you. I suppose."

"Your welcome. So out with it then."

"Out with what?"

"With what you're planning to tell Cassian."

Jyn doesn't allow herself to falter. She recrosses her arms and fixes Kay with a defiant stare. "I don't know yet."

"Well, that's just great," drawls Kay.

"I can't believe that you - of all people - would let him make that phone call!"

"Are you blaming me?"

No. "Yes."

Anger flickers through Kay's expression. "For the record, I was the one who gave him the phone."

This Jyn did not see coming. There is a dreadfully long pause. Kay keeps glaring at her and she is not sure if she wants to laugh or cry. Eventually, she stammers: "Kay, why?"

"Because he is never going to be happy unless the two of you are together."

"That is not true," says Jyn immediately. "You can't put it all on me. That's not fair. And why the fuck do you even care, Kay? You have always disapproved of us."

"Yes, that is true. I'm not going to deny that. I disapproved when you got together and I disapproved when you got married." Kay grimaces. "You and Cassian…well, it never made much sense to me. But now, I am beginning to think that it wasn't meant to make sense to anyone else as long as it made sense to the two of you."

Her breath hitches in her throat. "Kay - "

"So make sure you have an answer, one way or another. If you want to take him back, take him back. If you don't, tell him so and then fuck off out of our lives forever. Either way, you should be capable of giving him a straight answer. You and I are very much alike in this regard, whether you like it or not. We've always had the subtlety of a blunt cleaver."

A dry, choked laugh escapes from Jyn's lips, and her voice breaks a little when she says: "And there I was, thinking I missed having you in my life."

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

It doesn't hurt to see her anymore. Cassian is not quite sure why.

Before, after their divorce, just hearing her voice was bad enough; seeing her in the flesh was akin to torture. But today, when he saw her walking towards them in a red summer dress with her hair tied up, he no longer had the same familiar sharp pain that went through his entire body. Instead, there was a fluttering inside his chest. An exciting, sweet and desperate emotion that made him want to smile and smile like a young schoolboy. If someone were to ask him about it, he would call it hope.

He thinks it must be because of the phone call - of the way she'd said his name with such longing. Small victories, he had told himself at the time.

Yes. Hope seems about right.

"We always come back to what we need, don't we, detective?"

Cassian turns and there is Chirrut by his elbow. The old man is smiling as though he is enjoying a joke that he alone knows the punchline to. His blind eyes are not looking at Cassian, but staring straight ahead at the view Cassian has been staring at for the last few minutes: Bodhi and Jyn at the top of the marble stairs. Bodhi, with his diploma in his hand, is laughing at something Jyn has said, while Jyn herself is leaning against a pillar, her eyes shining with a stubbornness that Cassian knows all too well.

"During the last couple of years," Cassian tells Chirrut quietly, "there were times when I really hated you."

Chirrut arches an eyebrow, feigning confusion. Cassian scoffs.

"Come on. You know what I'm talking about. All those years ago - if you hadn't told me to come to your restaurant on that Thursday morning, Jyn and I…we wouldn't have gotten together." Cassian sees Jyn smiling at Bodhi and the sight makes him smile too. His smile is fleeting, though; a few seconds later, it disappears as quickly as it came. "You could have saved both of us - all of us - a lot of pain over the years, old man."

Chirrut chuckles warmly. "Detective, do you honestly think I was the one who brought the two of you together? It was meant to happen, one way or another, with or without me."

"You make it sound like it was destined to be," says Cassian wryly. "I don't think God or destiny or the universe cares much about what happens to me."

"Ah. You do not think you are deserving of such a blessing?"

Cassian turns to Chirrut and wishes the blind man could see the dumbfounded expression on his face. "This is one of the most bizarre conversations I've ever had," he says.

"Surely, you are used to it by now. With me."

"I should be. But somehow, I never am."

Chirrut smiles fondly. "Oh, how I've missed your company, detective."

Cassian smirks. "Then perhaps you should just say it, old man."

"Say what?"

"Whatever you flew half-way around the world to say."

Chirrut shakes his head, and gives a small, exasperated sigh before he continues.

"You said you don't think the universe cares much about what happens to you. And even if it does, you feel as though you don't deserve the good things that come your way."

"I never said - "

"We humans tend to think we are masters of the world. That every action we take reverberates throughout history. That everything we do is either a sin or a good deed, deserving of either a blessing or a punishment." He turns to look at Cassian, his smile full of kindness and understanding although his eyes are as blank as stones. "But maybe, detective, it has never been about what we deserve at all. Maybe it has always been about what we are given."

Cassian does not know what to say to that. He is not even sure he understands. He looks away from the old man, his gaze returning to Bodhi and Jyn on the steps. And her words from many years ago, spoken brokenly in their kitchen, echo in his mind again.

Do you think we deserve each other?

"You've always thought that she is the brave one," says Chirrut quietly. "But you, detective, have more courage than you know."

Cassian feels something twisting around his heart at Chirrut's words. But when he turns around to say thank you, the older man has disappeared from his side and gone back to where Baze is standing.

Chirrut's place, however, is immediately taken up by Kay.

"An interesting chat, I presume?" asks Kay, his lips quirking into a small smile.

Cassian shrugs. "You know how Chirrut is. Kind, but mysterious. Infuriatingly so." He pauses, studies his friend's blank expression for a second. "Speaking of mysterious, do I want to know why you and Jyn sneaked out of the ceremony?"

"You don't," Kay replies sharply.

"Good. I wasn't planning on asking."

Kay scoffs and Cassian looks away again. Kay follows his gaze. The two friends stand there for a few minutes in silence, watching as Bodhi and Jyn talk in hushed voices. They see Jyn wrapping Bodhi in a tight hug and something warm erupts in Cassian's chest at the sight.

Eventually, Cassian says: "Kay, whatever happens between me and Jyn…I just want to say thank you."

For putting me in rehab. For staying by my side. For giving me the phone. For caring.

A pause.

He hears Kay shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"There is no need to thank me, Cassian," replies Kay, and his voice is struggling to stay level. "I simply did what I had to do."

"Yes, you did, but…thanks anyway."

"Your welcome."

Cassian smiles a little and there, stretched out before them, the world seems filled with endless possibilities.

But a friend of mine says it's good to hear

That you believe in love even if set in fear

Well, I'll hold you there, brother, and set you straight

I only believe true love is frail and willing to break

"Do you miss it? Like last time?" asks Bodhi, teetering on the step below her.

They have talked about everything else - the ceremony, the diploma he has in his hand, her travels across Europe. Now, they have come to the topic she knows he worries about most: is there such a thing as a reformed criminal? Can it be, that someone like her, who has been running for nearly her entire life, could ever be satisfied with the ordinary?

And for the first time ever, Jyn has an answer for him.

"No, not like last time," she says. "Last time, I missed the thrill. The chase. The attention." She scoffs as she remembers a certain car ride she'd had with Han Solo. It'd been she who had asked the very same question Bodhi is asking now. What a fool she had been back then. "This time, I just miss the people, not the jobs themselves. I miss Han. I even miss Lando."

There is a short silence. Bodhi looks relieved, then he laughs. "Well, I'm stunned."

"Why?" asks Jyn, frowning.

"I never thought you could do it without…Well, without…"

"Cassian?"

Bodhi winces. "I didn't want to - "

"No, it's okay," says Jyn, sighing deeply. "It was a fair question."

"So what's changed?"

"What's changed?" She shrugs. "Time, I suppose. Distance. You." Bodhi blushes, but she pretends not to notice and continues. "I've been thinking about my parents a lot. I don't want it all to be for nothing. But mostly," she smiles humourlessly, "I just don't think my body can take it anymore."

Bodhi lets out a strangled laugh. He studies her for a moment and says: "Jyn, you've grown up."

"You make it sound like I wasn't grown up before."

"Well, technically, you've been an adult since you were sixteen," says Bodhi, shrugging. "But there's a difference between - between being an adult and being grown up, I suppose."

She smiles. "Are you going to keep spouting these clever insights now that you have a diploma?"

"It's been the plan all along," he replies smoothly.

In that moment, Jyn realises there is something different about her best friend. It is not simply the fact that he is standing a little straighter, that his eyes aren't darting around in panic like they used to. It is more about the way he shrugs and walks and moves like he is finally comfortable in his own skin. Like he belongs.

"I - uh - I have a graduation gift for you," says Jyn.

"You didn't have to - "

"I wanted to."

She reaches into her purse and brings it out. She presents it to Bodhi, the item tiny in the palm of her hand.

Immediately, Bodhi gasps.

"Jyn - "

"I know I've kept it for a year, but - "

"I thought it was broken. I thought you threw it away. That Christmas - "

"After you left that night, I kept the pieces and managed to put them together." She inhales sharply. "I felt bad. That fight was awful. It was my fault."

"Jyn - "

"I know how much this means to you. So here it is. Your graduation present."

"Oh, Jyn."

Bodhi reaches out his hand and takes the magnet from her. It is still in the shape of Texas, the wood still chipped at the edges. But now, there are cracks running across it like tiny rivers and valleys.

And for a brief moment, Jyn lets the memory of the day when she first saw it overwhelm her. Cassian smiling at her from across the tiny store in Corpus Christi. Cassian shaking his head exasperatedly when she showed him the magnet.

I found the perfect gift for Bodhi.

Come on, Jyn. Are you being a little cheap?

"However did you manage to glue it back together?" asks Bodhi, a little awed, and his words jolt Jyn out of her reverie.

"With lots and lots of super glue," she replies, smiling. "I burned my fingers a couple of times. It is still a little broken, mind you. But it works."

"Wow." Bodhi stares transfixed at the magnet as though he can't believe what he is seeing. "Thank you, Jyn."

There are tears in Bodhi's eyes. She hastily wraps him in a hug to stop them from falling and to stop herself from crying too.

"Proud of you," she whispers into the shoulder of his gown.

"Proud of you too."

Bodhi gives her a searching look when they break apart.

"Jyn, does this mean - "

She shakes her head. Of course, she knows exactly what he is referring to.

"I don't know yet."

"Because, if you want to, I'm not in a position to judge."

"But you said - "

"That it was going to be complicated?" Bodhi smirks. "Yes, it's going to be complicated. With you and Cassian, it's always going to be complicated."

"I thought you'd be happy."

Bodhi shrugs and his eyes stray over to where Cassian is standing, talking quietly with Kay. His tone becomes wistful when he continues.

"I - uh - I used to be a fucking romantic, wasn't I? Thought anything was possible if people loved each other enough. What a load of bullocks. I guess things are more complicated than that."

"We've taken a lot from you, Bodhi," says Jyn sadly. "Don't let us take that too."

"I just…I want you to be okay, Jyn. More than anything."

"I will be. You don't have to worry about me anymore."

Bodhi smirks again. "I always worry about you. It's how this friendship works." He turns towards Cassian once more and a small smile comes to his lips. "And I guess that's my cue."

"What - "

"Look, Jyn."

Jyn follows Bodhi's gaze and sees Cassian walking towards them, his eyes locking onto hers over the crowd of people. She feels her heart skipping a beat. Feels the heat rushing to her cheeks, and damn it, will it always be this way?

She forces herself to look away from her ex-husband and back at Bodhi. Her best friend is smiling at her, with warmth and too much understanding in his dark eyes.

"Good luck, Jyn."

"Thanks," she mutters. And then, after a short pause: "Are you going to be okay, Bodhi?"

"Me?" He looks surprised, as though he has never been asked the question before, and he hesitates a little before replying: "You know, for the first time in years, I think I'm going to be."

He lifts up his diploma and a grin spreads across his face.

"I'm going to fly, Jyn. Can you believe it? I'm finally going to fly."

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

Bodhi is still smiling when he joins Kay, Chirrut and Baze in front of the auditorium. There are still people hanging around, taking pictures and getting drinks from the nearby table. Bodhi has to side-step one of his classmates and her elderly grandmother to get to Kay. He taps the other man lightly on the shoulder to get his attention and Kay turns, his blank expression lighting up at the sight of Bodhi.

"Is Cassian - "

"Cassian is with Jyn, yes."

Kay pauses for a moment and Bodhi can see all the emotions racing through his friend's expression, with worry being the most obvious one that he is able to catch.

"It's alright," says Bodhi quickly. "I think they'll - "

"I bet ten bucks they're going to get back together," interrupts Baze from his place next to Chirrut. He waves a lazy hand at Cassian and Jyn on the steps, almost as though he is bored out of his mind by the sight of them.

Chirrut gives a pleasing smile at his partner's words. Kay, however, scowls.

"At this point," says Kay bitingly, "is anyone betting against them getting back together?"

"I would," says Bodhi, shrugging, "but I'm not suicidal. If they were to get back together and found out I bet against them…"

"Grow a pair, Rook," says Kay, rolling his eyes.

"Then you should bet against them."

"I'd rather shoot myself in the head."

"Which is what you'd want to do once they actually get back together."

Kay sighs and presses two fingers to his temple. "Remind me again why we're friends?"

Bodhi and Chirrut laugh. But Baze says: "Will we have a celebratory dinner?"

"A celebratory dinner?" asks Kay.

"For when they get back together."

"I propose Chinese," says Chirrut.

"You always propose Chinese," says Kay.

"Because Chinese is - "

"The only food you know," says Kay, earning an uncharacteristic glower from Chirrut. "And we don't even know if they are going to get back together. They might not. If so, we will all be spending the next few years of our lives in total misery." He shrugs. "But then again, what else is new?"

Baze smirks, Chirrut begins to talk back at Kay, and Bodhi thinks he could never find enough words to describe what it means to him to see them all here at his graduation. It is almost like old times, and Jyn and Cassian would join them in a minute, and they'd all laugh about whatever stupid thing they'd done that weekend…

Immediately, Bodhi has to remind himself that it is not the same. That it is impossible to repeat the past. But, today, for once, they are here for him, and somehow, that's enough to make all the bad things that have gone on before seem insignificant.

He must have gotten lost in his own head for a bit because Kay is looking at him, a confused expression on his face.

"Bodhi?"

"Sorry, what?"

"We were asking if you could take us to a good restaurant for dinner."

"Oh, yes, definitely," Bodhi stammers. "Yeah - yeah, I know quite a few around here we can try."

Kay frowns. "Bodhi, are you alright?"

"Yeah, absolutely." He sees the three of them looking at him with concern and he grins, the warmth of it spreading over his skin like fire. "Yeah, I'm okay. Never been better."

Despite its size, Jyn and Cassian's magnet feels heavy in his pocket. The sun is shining, the day is long, his friends are here with him and the sky is brighter than it has ever been.

Yes, they cannot repeat the past. But better days are coming. Bodhi knows. He can feel it in his bones.

Did you run away?

Did you run away? I don't need to know

If you ran away

If you ran away, come back home

Just come home

"I brought you flowers," is the first thing Cassian says when he reaches her.

He doesn't come to stand beside her. Instead, he goes down and stands just two steps below where she is so that he is looking up at her, his mouth curving into a small smile.

"I left them in the car, though. I came to my senses and realised that if you saw me holding flowers, you'd probably cut and run."

Her mouth twitches. "I don't think you're wrong there."

"I can go get them." He shrugs, his smile widening. "They're sunflowers."

She looks at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing. Then -

"You're a prick."

"You mentioned that on the phone."

"But, see…I don't think you heard me." She crosses her arms and glares at him. She hates that he is making her look down at him. Hates that he's standing there with a stupid smile on his face. Hates that she wants him to go away while at the same time never wanting him to leave again. "You're a fucking asshole, Cassian. You can't call me up like you did, saying those things."

"I thought - "

"I have a life. A pretty decent life. It has taken me years, but I'm finally doing great." She thinks of the youth centre in South London. Of Cathy and all the other kids she's bound to let down because he is here, looking at her with eyes she can't quite forget. "I have people counting on me, Cassian. Good people. And I'm now at a place where I don't hate myself every time I look in the mirror. You, of all people, should know how much that means to me. You're a fucking asshole, a downright prick, for calling me." Her frown deepens. "And why the hell are you laughing?"

Because he is laughing. He is biting his lip, trying to smother down the sound, but she can still see how his entire body is shaking.

How is it that, after all these years, he can still make her blood boil like no other? She doesn't understand him, she tells herself. Never has and probably never will.

"Is this funny to you?" she demands.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "But you're angry. That means you care. That means you feel something."

"Of course, I feel something, you idiot! It's us!" Her voice shakes as she drops her arms to her side. "It's you and me! Of course, I'm going to feel something. I'm always going to feel something. That's the problem."

He catches the brokenness behind her words and his smile slips.

"Jyn - "

"Is this a joke to you?"

"Of course not."

"Because I swear, if it is - "

"Jyn, I asked you to come home and I meant it." There is no mirth in those dark eyes anymore. Just honesty. She almost flinches away from it. "Like I told you, I should have fought for us when you walked away. I should have stopped you. Gone after you. Begged for you to come back - "

"I never wanted you to beg."

"No, but you wanted me to come after you and I didn't."

"Cassian - "

"I should have come after you that night and all the nights since then."

She feels tears begin sliding down her cheeks, but she angrily wipes them away. "It doesn't matter what I wanted. It wouldn't have matter."

He scoffs. "Of course, it would have mattered." He pauses, draws a breath. And for the first time that day, he looks tired and, damn it, seeing him tired is still one of the worst things she has ever seen. "Jyn, we're miserable without each other. I can't go on without you anymore."

"It's for the best," she says stubbornly. "We both agreed."

"Maybe we're wrong."

"You said we're miserable without each other." She wipes away more tears. Her hands are shaking uncontrollably. "But you forget, Cassian. We were miserable with each other too. We make each other miserable."

"That's not - "

"What? True?" She sneers at him through her tears. He flinches and looks away like those words had stabbed him in the gut. "Six years and you've fooled yourself into thinking that everything was better back then? Me waiting for you to come home. That was miserable. You not telling me things. You lying to me. You not even realising I was there…Those things fucking hurt."

"Jyn - "

"And you're telling me I didn't hurt you when I drank too much just to spite you? Or when I couldn't stay in one place because I didn't know how? Or when I was selfish and mean because I didn't know any other way to be?" She smirks. "We hurt each other, Cassian. We are still hurting each other."

She is full on crying now, and fuck, she must look a mess. She didn't even realise she has been shouting; she notices people looking their way and pretending not to stare. And, oh God, they are back here again - fighting, pleading, grieving - and she thinks her heart will always be broken because of him.

"Jyn," says Cassian, his eyes finding hers once more. His voice is soft, but firm when he says: "We can be better."

"What if we can't?"

"We'll learn how to be."

"It is not that simple."

"It is if we - "

"You can't expect us both to change - "

"I'm not expecting you to - "

" - because people don't just change - "

" - be different. I simply want us to - "

"What? Pretend like we're fine?" she snaps. "It's too late, Cassian!"

"It's not too late," says Cassian, his voice rising and his eyes flashing with anger. "It is not too late if we still want to fight for this. I want to fight for this because you're wrong, Jyn. People do change. You've changed me and I'm damn sure I've changed you."

"Well, then, maybe we don't know each another anymore," she cries, throwing her hands in the air. "Maybe you just want the Jyn of seven or eight years ago. Not the me that I am now."

"I don't care. I want you. Every fucking version of you."

It shouldn't hurt so much to hear that, but it does. She lets out a dry sob and has to look away from him. She has to throw something - anything - at him to shut him up.

"What about your job?" she snaps.

"I'm not giving it up," he says. "I'm a detective. It's who I am. I need to do it. Otherwise - otherwise I'd…"

"I never asked you to give it up, but we both know I wanted you to." She smiles bitterly, her eyes fixed on a spot on the nearby pillar. She wants to look any where, but at him. "I know I was being selfish. You're doing good, for fuck's sake, and I was the cunt who didn't want you to do it." Her smile turns into a sneer. "How does it feel, knowing this? Do you still want me now?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him wince. "I know I didn't open up to you and I should have. I'm working on that. If you come home, it'll be different."

"You gave your whole self to it and I was left with the pieces."

His mouth tightens. "I know. And I'm sorry." He says it like he can never say it enough. "But, Jyn, all those things about you not wanting me to do it at all… You don't mean that. You're only saying it just to hurt me."

He knows. Of course, he knows. After all, he's always been the one who's better at reading everyone else. Yes, she wanted him home. Yes, she wanted him safe. But she wouldn't have loved him if he hadn't been so goddamn noble and self-sacrificing in the first place. Cassian has a purpose - something she has never had. A higher cause, maybe. And she thinks she must be a hypocrite for loving him and hating him for it at the same time.

"You're right," she says eventually. "I said that to hurt you. That's the kind of person I am. I throw shots to hurt people. Why the hell would you want to be with me?"

He sighs, long and heavy. A beat. Then -

"Seriously? Grow the fuck up, Jyn."

His tone is suddenly angry and cruel, and it makes her gaze return to him at once. He is looking up at her, his face flushed and his eyes blazing.

"Cassian, what - "

"Grow the fuck up," he repeats. "You're not the only one who lost everything. You have people who love you now. Really love you, Jyn. But all you do is test them and push them away because you're afraid they're going to leave you. Well, guess what? We're not leaving you. I think all of us have proved that over the years."

"Oh, you think everything is so easy, don't you?"

"No! It's going to be hard. Really hard."

"Then why - "

"It's going to be complicated and painful and ugly, but, goddamn it, Jyn, we can do it. This time, we can do it."

"Cassian, what if we can't?"

"We have to."

She scoffs. "What if we still don't know how to talk to each other?"

"Then we'll get someone who can make us talk."

She thinks, once again, of the South London youth centre she has grown to love, and says: "I can't stay home all the time."

"Then don't. I never wanted you to."

"What if I keep disappointing you?"

"You never have."

She swallows. "And what if you can't stop staying out late to work on cases?"

"I can't promise you I'll be home early, but I'll tell you about the cases. What they - what they do to me. Not like last time. Not like…" He draws another long breath and averts his eyes. "Look, Jyn. We both nearly died this year. You got shot and I could have been in that car when it blew up. I don't - I don't ever want to go through that again. Not when we're still apart. If things were to end, I want - I want it to be with you."

She thinks of the dream again - of him lying dead in a ditch somewhere with blood pouring from his side. She wipes away fresh tears and looks away from him.

"Cassian, what if," - and her voice breaks - "Cassian, what if we don't deserve each other? What if we don't deserve to be happy? What if we don't even deserve a chance at trying?"

As soon as she's said it, she knows. Yes, this is it. The crux of it. It's not that they can't make it work; it's that maybe people like them aren't supposed to.

There is a long pause. For a while, neither one of them says anything, and she thinks maybe she's gotten to him. Maybe he'll be the one to walk away this time and she'll do what she has promised Kay and walk out of their lives forever. She has lost him once. She can do it again. At least, it is what she tells herself.

Eventually, Cassian says: "I used to think that way too."

She is startled by how calm his voice has become. She is still shaking, her heart still racing like it would never stop. But when she turns to him, she sees a soft smile on his lips as he looks at her with something close to tenderness.

"Maybe you're right, Jyn," he continues. "I don't deserve you. Maybe we don't deserve each other. Maybe, with everything we've done, we don't deserve to be happy. But here's the thing - we were happy, Jyn. That's God's honest truth. It wasn't all just misery. You still make me happy now and I bet I still make you happy."

Her eyes flutter shut at his words. He could shoot her and it would be less painful.

"Maybe we have a chance at something we don't deserve. So what? Perhaps the universe is kind, nice, generous - whatever the fuck you want to call it - and it threw us a bone. Are we supposed to toss it away because we aren't brave enough to take it?"

He laughs shakily and the sound is almost a joyous one. She opens her eyes, looks at him.

"I love you," Cassian says simply. "If you didn't know that before, then that's on me. I love you, Jyn. You're it for me. So what do you say…to getting a cup of coffee with me?"

She lets out a stupid, broken laugh, but it feels as though her heart has stilled. The moment - with only them in it - seems to drag on 'till eternity.

Maybe we have a chance at something we don't deserve.

Suddenly, something clicks in her mind and she whispers: "Grace."

Cassian frowns. "What?"

"Grace," she says, and feels herself beginning to smile. "The word for the universe throwing us a bone even though we don't deserve it."

"I don't understand - "

She closes her eyes once more, and for a moment, she is not here in a sunny college in America, standing above Cassian with the breeze blowing through her hair. She is back in England. The air is thick with rain, the earth heavy beneath her feet. There is a ray of sunshine touching on stone, and the entire world is incredibly warm and bright like it had been when she was a child.

And she whispers to herself, barely loud enough for him to hear: "For sin shall not have dominion over you. For you are not under the law, but under grace."

"Jyn?"

She opens her eyes, sees him still looking at her.

Caution. Indecision. Fear. She sees them all in his gaze and she wants nothing more than to drive each and every one of them away.

There is always a particular moment in life when you take a leap, however big or small, and Jyn's leap begins with her hand finding Cassian's cheek.

He is warm beneath her fingers. Exceptionally so. He looks confused at first, but then, a smile begins to spread across his features. She sees it and smiles too. The drumming she hears is the sound of her own heartbeat or it could even be the sound of the world coming to an end. She doesn't know. Doesn't really care. The only thing she knows is that she is leaning in closer and closer, and then his mouth opens beneath hers as she brings her lips down on his.

Six years. Six whole years go into the kiss.

Every drunken phone call, every lonely night, every regret, every could-have-beens.

Her fingers wind through his hair and her other hand goes to the nape of his neck. He runs his hand up her arm, while the other cling onto her waist like he can't bear to let her go. He lets out a strangled noise against her mouth, and she moans into it, feels herself shaking with the closeness of their bodies. But it is not enough. It is not nearly enough…. So she pushes herself into him even more, letting herself taste him fully, breathe with him as though she wants to crawl inside his skin and die there. She has dreamed of it, tried to remembered it, but nothing is like the real thing. She forgot how good it felt to be in his arms.

Yes, everything hurts. But everything is alive too. And, damn it, she hasn't been alive in a long, long time.

I want to keep at least some of those vows we made, remember?

Jyn, marry me.

The thing is - I think you're quite unforgettable.

Welcome home.

She doesn't quite know how they manage to break apart or when they finally break apart. But after they do, they find themselves panting, their foreheads touching, grinning tearily like two helpless idiots as they stare into each other's eyes. She nearly stumbles on the step as he holds her tight.

Finally -

"I'm afraid," she admits quietly.

"I know," he says, and that is all he says. His thumb brushes against her cheek and she closes her eyes for a few seconds, leaning into his touch like she had done a lifetime ago.

"So, Miss Erso," says Cassian, smiling, "was that a yes?"

Jyn chuckles sadly. Brokenly. She brings her fingers to his lips, parts them open again with a soft sigh. He is a mess. She is a mess. But there is no mistaking the strength in that single syllable when she finally lets it drop her from lips.

"Yes," she whispers. "Yes."

Put a candle in the window, 'cause I feel I've got to move

Though I'm going, I'll be coming home soon

As long as I can see the light

Pack my bag and let's get moving, 'cause I'm bound to drift a while

When I'm gone, you don't have to worry long

I won't be losing my way

As long as I can see the light

As long as I can see the light

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THE END

Author's Note:

List of songs used in this chapter (in order): PJ Harvey's "The Water Is Wide", Hozier's "Eden", Hozier's "Work Song", Laura Marling's "Goodbye England (Covered In Snow)", James Morrison's "Into The Mystic", SYM's "Where's My Love", and Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Long As I Can See The Light". Thanks also to Una Healy's "Stay My Love", Strays Don't Sleep's "For Blue Skies" and a German song recommended by guineapiggie called "Wenn Du Liebst" by Clueso for the inspiration.

Now that the series has ended, I want to say thank you to everyone who has ever read, reviewed, bookmarked or given kudos. You know who you are. This has been an unforgettable experience and it is all because of your enthusiasm and generosity. I hope this ending is not a let down!

Thank you also to guineapiggie. Writing this with a such a talented writer like you has been an incredible experience. My series would not have existed without your feedback, support and kindness. I hope we will continue to read and review each other's stories going forward. You, my friend, are one awesome cookie and I am so glad you're my partner throughout this entire process. And, guys, if you want to know what happens next in this AU, make sure you keep an eye out for guineapiggie's next story!

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