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thatwaslucky) wrote2019-09-27 07:45 am
thatwaslucky) wrote2019-09-27 07:45 am
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The Millennium Falcon at the scrapyard- Friday early afternoon
Rey had always hated Parents Weekend. She'd been a universe away, unable to get home, but every year she'd hoped that maybe, just maybe, her family would find her here. It was Fandom, anything was possible.
Of course they never did, and Rey didn't have any hope for that anymore.
But. This year, she had people coming for her. She probably should have waited for them at the mixer with everyone else, but she couldn't wait, and watched till she saw the Falcon flying in that she ran over to meet them there. And the second Finn was down the landing ramp, he was getting the biggest hug.
It'd been weeks.
[Mostly for me, but open ifyouve git a reason to be here!]
Of course they never did, and Rey didn't have any hope for that anymore.
But. This year, she had people coming for her. She probably should have waited for them at the mixer with everyone else, but she couldn't wait, and watched till she saw the Falcon flying in that she ran over to meet them there. And the second Finn was down the landing ramp, he was getting the biggest hug.
It'd been weeks.
[Mostly for me, but open ifyouve git a reason to be here!]