#roguerobin005

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships:  Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus, Baze Malbus & Bodhi Rook, Chirrut Îmwe & Bodhi Rook Characters: Bodhi Rook, Baze Malbus, Chirrut Îmwe Additional Tags: Married Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus, Bodhi Rook Needs a Hug, Anxious Bodhi Rook, Cooking, Dinner, Conversations, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, inferred bad home life 

  Summary: Baze and Chirrut work at a university and are concerned for student Bodhi. After finding him walking home in the rain, they invite him over for dinner and offer a refuge.

By @wedge-antilles-feelings

Entry for @jedifest RogueRobin, round 2, callsign  #roguerobin005, continuing Going home, round 1, written by @aeremaee. I strongly recommend reading that very nice first part before this one!

Many, many thanks to @jedicuties for the beta!

Era: Rogue One, High School/University AU

Characters: Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe,Bodhi Rook

Little ficlet under the cut:

The kid seemed wary when the car pulled over next to him on the main road next to campus–he must be remembering his stranger danger skills from back in elementary school, Baze figured. But when he spotted Baze and Chirrut in the car, he looked a little less worried, though no less wet.

“Looks like you could use a ride,” Baze called cheerfully, and Bodhi smiled thinly, almost like he was sure he was in trouble.

“I…”

“If he let you catch pneumonia, I’d have him fired myself,” Chirrut announced from the passenger seat. “I mean that.”

Bodhi hitched his backpack from one shoulder to the other. “I kind of live out of the way. I was just going to catch the shuttle at the stop on the corner.”

“The shuttle?” Chirrut tsked. “The number one complaint I get is that that shuttle is always late. As if there’s anything I can do about it at the help desk. Still, come on, now, we’ll take you home.”

There was just another moment of hesitation before Bodhi pulled open the back door of the car and slipped in, shivering. “I’m–oh, I’m dripping in your car, I’m s–”

“He’s dripping,” Chirrut said, deadpan. “I guess we’ll have to toss him out.”

The joke seemed to go over Bodhi’s head; he just seemed lost. “Mr. Imwe is being unfunny,” Baze said firmly, pulling away from the curb and down the street. “He thinks he’s hilarious.”

“I am hilarious,” Chirrut insisted, for the second time that afternoon.

“Where do you live, Bodhi?” Baze asked.

“The Jedha neighborhood? Not–not too far off campus, but not the closest, either–”

“We live there too,” Baze said. “Small world, isn’t it?”

“You do? Oh, thank God–I’m not taking you out of your way…”

Baze glanced in the rearview mirror at Bodhi, who was looking out the window through the rain, his backpack by his side. This was the most he had heard Bodhi say at any one time, ever, and it was odd to hear him speak without his group of friends surrounding him to provide a buffer against the world.

“Not at all,” Baze said serenely.

“We’re neighbors, now,” Chirrut decided.

“We were already neighbors,” Baze countered. “We just didn’t know it.”

“Well, we have to be neighborly now. Perhaps Bodhi would like to come over for dinner?”

“No!” Bodhi answered, so quickly that it created an abrupt and awkward silence in the car. All that could be heard was the tapping of the rain on the roof. Then Bodhi cleared his throat, though his voice got smaller as he explained. “I–sorry, that was probably–rude? Of me? I mean. I didn’t want to be rude. By coming in uninvited– I mean, I know you invited me, but you didn’t….have to…”

“We always make too much food,” Baze said, evenly. His suspicions that Bodhi was not used to the kindness of people he didn’t know very well were confirmed at that. “He’s trying to fatten me up.”

“I’m just a good cook,” Chirrut argued. “I don’t force feed you extra helpings.”

Baze grumbled agreeably at that.

“Anyway. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Bodhi,” Chirrut went on. “If you don’t want to come over today, or ever, we won’t steal you away. But we’d be happy to have you.”

It was like a moment of psychic communication between Chirrut and Baze right then. This kid could use a place to come have dinner and conversation. His friends are doing a lot, but they can’t always be there. We can at least give him something to eat….

“Are…you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“You’d be doing us a favor,” Chirrut insisted.

Bodhi seemed to be wrangling with the decision, fidgeting with the zipper of his backpack, but finally he said, “Okay. Thank you, really. Thank you.”

Chirrut beamed as Baze pulled onto the street where their townhouse was located. “How close are we to your place, Bodhi?”

“V-very, actually. If you, uh, kept going down the street instead of turning, I’d be the first apartment building in the Imperial complex. I could walk home.”

“We won’t ask you to do that, son,” Baze said, parking.

“All we are asking,” Chirrut added, “Is for you to come eat the ragu I’m making. Come on, let’s go inside before we get any wetter.”

By @theweddingofthefoxes

It wasn’t any one thing that stood out to Baze. It was more that the sum of the parts added up to a picture that made him decidedly… uncomfortable. Bohdi was too skinny. He was too pale. He wore long sleeves even when it got warmer. He never spoke up in class unless asked a direct question, even though he did well in class and on his exams, and he always sort of shrank away when he thought Baze would call on him. He was always rigid and tense, unless he was flanked by Jynn, Cassian and Kay. 

They seemed an unlikely foursome, but some force of the universe seemed to have cut Bohdi a break when they had been paired with him for the class’ first group assignment and they’d banded together to protect Bohdi from whatever demons haunted his life outside of the university college.

It made Baze more sure that what he was seeing was really happening, even though there was still very little he could actually do about it.

He was listening to them with half an ear now, going on about this week’s new episodes of their favourite shows and still managing to get actual work done in between, while he graded papers and waited for Chirrut to finish work at the student administration desk.

Before long he heard the tap of Chirrut’s cane make its way down the hall and he started packing up.

“That’s it for me, kids. Pack up or move to the library.”

Under some token protest – though none from Bohdi – they started packing their bags.

“Are these rascals giving you a hard time?” Chirrut said with that smile Baze loved on his face, leaning in the doorway.

“More like the other way around,” Kay said, shoving Jynn’s bag back at her as she’s trying to foist it on him.

“Make him stop giving us so much homework,” Cassian added.

“I don’t see the rest of your class here anymore, mister Andor, so obviously it must be just you that’s suffering,” Chirrut pointed out.

“That’s hilarious because you can’t see,” Jynn deadpanned.

“I’m hilarious regardless,” Chirrut said, and she snorted. “Remember you can always stop by the student desk for a chat if you need it,” he added, and they all filed out muttering that they knew and to have a good night.

“Good evening, mister Imwe, see you tomorrow, mister Malbus,” Bohdi said.

“See you tomorrow, Bohdi,” they chorused.

Chirrut moved to stand behind Baze and kissed the top of his head. “You’re worrying again,” he said.

“Am not.”

“You have a crinkle right here,” Chirrut said, putting his fingertips to Baze’s brow, “I can tell.”

Baze exhaled deeply and let the tension drop from his shoulders. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“I’m making ragu,” Chirrut said.

“You’re too good for me,” Baze replied, squeezing his hand.

“Better not let the rascals see your soft side, now, darling,” Chirrut said, and smiled as Baze grumbled under his breath all the way down to the parking garage.

It was raining cats and dogs outside and Baze was very happy that they could just drive home, rush in and enjoy a hot meal in front of the tv tonight. At least, until he rounded the corner and saw Bohdi ahead of them, already soaked through in a jacket that was far too light for the cold weather and definitely not suited for the rain.

“What’s wrong?” Chirrut asked.

“Bohdi. Walking home and catching his death.”

“Pull over, sweetheart. Time to show that soft side.“

By @aeremaee

Rogue Robin Squadron Post

        Callsign #005

Phase One:

@aeremaee - Going Home (fic)

Era: Rogue One, High School/University AU

Characters: Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Bodhi Rook, Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, K2-SO, 

Phase Two:

@theweddingofthefoxes - Going Home (fic)

as well as:

@super-papagei-universe -  Going Home (fic)

Phase Three:

@wedge-antilles-feelings - Finding Home (fic)