Okay, I’ve finished up the climax of the story, but it ran 12k long, so I cut it in half. Here’s part one of the end of i might know my heart, @kotaface!

It’s time to run.

Tivik’s mouth dropped open. “Are you insane?”

Very possibly, Cassian thought indifferently.

Hey @kotaface, I’m alive and working to complete this very late story! I hope this still sticks to your prompt (“Does it ever end? The wanting you?”). If I’m lucky and I keep up the effort, I can probably finish this in time for May the Fourth!*

*Of 2019, which was totally the plan when I got this prompt. Right? Right.

“What do you want?” Cassian asked her now, watching the shadows flicker and chase themselves across her face as the lights from the plaza glowed and shifted.

Jyn stared across at him, her eyes dark in the black-walled alley, her shoulders tense and her hands clenched.

“To help you,” Tivik said helpfully after a long beat of silence.

Jyn nodded.

Another chapter, @kotaface! Time to actually infiltrate the Imperial Security Station, extract the data, exfiltrate, recover all his mission assets, and get the hell out of Kafrene.

At least, that’s the plan.

His comm hissed in his ear, and he thought he could just pick out Jyn’s voice echoing from far away before it went silent. He was in the dead zone now, buried under thick reinforced steel floors and enveloped by anti-comm fields. Cassian adjusted his security badge with a casual movement, using it as cover to feel the edges of the hard object in his breast pocket. It didn’t bring the comm magically back to life, but he felt a bit better anyway.

So here's something a little less angsty, @kotaface, and look, we're in the home stretch now! This chapter is the brief calm before our heroes break into an Imperial security station to find out what kind of weapon program Galen Erso is helming for the Empire.

Jyn’s eyes flicked down his body, and when she looked up at him again, he saw the clarity in her face. She knew, of course. She knew exactly what he had just been thinking, and she knew what he was thinking now. And she didn’t drop his hand.

“I am,” he said quietly, “so damn tired.”

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