Why?

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

Why?

Why?

He didn't understand.

He didn't want to understand.

It didn't make any sense. Why had she gone? He hadn't told her to go, he hadn't said that he hated her and her certainly hadn't said anything about kicking her off The Messa. He had never even inferred anything like that, had never even thought about anything like that. Sure he had been mad, sad, depressed even, but he hadn't wanted her gone, he hadn't wanted her to disappear on him. That wasn't...that wasn't what he had wanted, it wasn't what he had needed, it wasn't what either of them needed. Her leaving didn't fix anything, it didn't solve any problems or do anything to make the situation better.

It just took the whole thing and brought it down anymore.

How was he supposed to fix this now? How was he supposed to tell her that he understood, that he got it, that he knew why she had done what she did. Sure he had felt betrayed, he had gotten stung and beaten down, but he was Kurt Karking Meyer, he bounced back fast and he bounced back hard. How could she think he would want her gone? How could she just leave him behind without a word, with only a trinket? That...that wasn't right, it wasn't how it was supposed to go, wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Despite that, despite how it was, Kurt wasn't even angry. He didn't know why, he should have been he had every right to be outright furious with her, yet even as he sat on his bed, even as he stared at the small puzzle cube he couldn't help but feel one thing, loss. He wasn't mad at Kaile, he wasn't upset with her or angry, he was simply sad that she was gone. It was like a piece of him had been suddenly torn away and tossed into the deserts.

He couldn't handle that.

The Courier let out a loud sigh, his face burying itself in his hands and quickly swiping away.

Kurt shifted on the bed, then stood. He heard footsteps within the cargo hold, two sets of feet following along. He frowned slightly, then moved towards the back of The Messa. His parents were there, his father holding an arm around his mother. They looked at him for a moment, eyes set with concern. Kurt frowned at them, then shook his head slightly as if answering a question. "I know what I have to do."

His mother looked at him, clearly not wanting to interrupt him.

"I have to get her back." His voice was solid stone.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Once she reached Anchorhead, it wasn't that much trouble to find a way off of Tatooine. Miserable as she was, Kaile didn't want to stay too long on the desert world. She was already a hot mess after the call to contact for a pick up. She had spent the greater part of the time in between just mindlessly wandering the Bazaar, but there was no joy in it.

Jieel Rek was the local sector contact, and once they figured out where she was at, it was a simple matter of getting one of the local freighters there for the bazaar to take her off world. T'was with rare and miserable silence that Kaile hugged her back to herself, watching the planet get smaller and smaller. She stared at it with blurry eyes until the black enveloped them and all she saw were lines of white.

They'd have to go up the Corellian Run, with her eventual stop at Sullust. For now, all Kaile could do was curl herself up into a tiny ball in her cot. Curl up and cry and call herself all kinds of stupid for being so thoughtless and selfish.

In the end, he'd be better off right?

Or is that what she was trying to convince herself to feel better?

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

How was he gonna do it? It was a big galaxy, and he knew little of Kaile's past and even less about what she was actually capable of. It would be difficult, if not downright impossible, but he was confident that he could pull it off, confident because...because he had to be.

His face became stern, his expression serious.

Any thought of a smile, of a grin, of a charming wink was completely and utterly gone. This was serious now, this was something that he couldn't joke about, wasn't something that was to be made fun of. Kurt had to get her back, had to bring Kaile...had to bring Kaile home. Kurt set his eyes forward, his hands curling into fists as he looked at the galley for a moment then back to his parents. His mother was speaking, talking about where he could perhaps starts.

Kurt's head shook. "No, I know where she went. Omega Pyre, that's what she said."

It would be his first stop, their headquarters.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

A pair of black beady eyes stared at her as if she was crazy.

Or maybe I'm imagining it...

No, Bobo was very well aware of his environment and of his mistress's emotional slump. There was an aura of gloom that radiated from her, as if she had her own little somber cloud following her. She felt lethargic, weary. Kaile didn't know how long she laid upon her cot, but she felt utterly spent. She was all cried out, with a dull pounding headache now cutting through her skull.

All she wanted to do was just hide under the covers and sleep. However, she couldn't actually sleep. Her mind was restless. It went back to him. To Kurt. What he'd said. What she'd said. Her fear of what would come after. A voice at the back of her head said she was being stupid. That Kurt wasn't like that.

Yet it didn't help when the utter expression of shock turned to that of betrayal and suspicion. It hurt to think of him questioning her. To think of him thinking that all they had was just a cover, when it wasn't. No she cared for Kurt. Really, really did. He made it so easy to have fun, to forget, to simply be and have a place to always come back to.

It didn't matter where she'd go, because the Messa and Kurt had been there. Did she get attached too quickly? Did she do the right thing? Should she have insisted back after the incident at Yum Bunnies, that she was okay? So many different thoughts and questions and what ifs. A cacophony of voices resonating in her head, warring with those that said she'd do it again. Her time with Kurt had been precious for the bubbly girl.

He was, besides Bobo, well... her best friend.

A deep shuddered sigh took her. Brown met black beady eyes. What came next was perhaps a sort of penance. With slow lethargic movements, Kaile sat up on her cot. Carefully, she set Bobo down on top of the blankets.

"Okay... stay still Bobo." she would whisper to him, giving him a slight stroke against his feathery scales. Straightening to her full height, Kaile would stare down at the miniture ysalamiri for a few more seconds.

Then she began to take a few steps back.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

His parents didn't try to argue with him, didn't try to talk him out of it or make him walk away. His father had met Kaile, had seen what kind of person she was and why Kurt was so fond of her. His mother, thought she had never met the woman knew that when her Son got the way that he was now...well there was no stopping him. So instead of getting in his way, instead of trying to stop him and push him in the other direction simply gave him their love. They hugged him, held him, and then they told him to go get her.

The Messa was the fastest ship in the galaxy.

It could outrun any ship of it's size, any fighter, and any capital ship that graced the galaxy. No transport could keep up with it and certainly couldn't out run it. Kurt would get Kaile back, and he would get her before she was gone for too long, he believed that, he knew that. "Okay."

Kurt swung himself into his pilot seat, his hands grasping the controls of The Messa.

He remembered the ships first flight, he remembered Kaile sitting in the chair besides him, remembered how she had smiled, how she had laughed and looked at the stars as they had passed them by. It had been a good moment, one of the best in a long time. Kurt's hands tightened around the controls.

"Let's bring her home." He whispered the words as the engines rumbled into life.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

It used to bring her to her knees.

Reconnecting to the Force that is. Bobo had the unique ability to stifle her senses, preventing her from sensing the Force. It also prevented others from doing the same. A notable disadvantage, but in the great gist of things, not too much of a loss. She adored Bobo, and Kaile had considered that to be a worthy trade.

The problem was learning to work through the pain of suddenly feeling every sense heightened tenfold. She’d said she’d start working on it, but right now, feeling as low as she was, she figured she might as well go through it all. Maybe it was her way of keeping her mind busy, ‘cause right about now he’d likely found out she was gone.

What would he think? No, stop it. The shaft of loss in her heart only grew larger the more she let her mind settle on it. Kaile was always one to enjoy reminiscing about the past, and all she could think about now is now what was he gonna do with that hot tub?

That was their little project. And would he work the tractor shroud the way it was supposed to? Would he remember to keep fresh sheets? What about what he’d eat? He was prone to going for the powerbars if she’d let him. Would he get another roommate and forget all about her?

That thought hurt.

Kaileann was suffering at being her own worst enemy now, her mind coming up with scenarios that had shed taken the time to think over might have save them both some grief. But Kaile had never put herself in such a situation, and there was a mighty large fear that Kurt would say what she thought he might and she didn't know how to handle that.

Being alone for so long made it hard for the sociable girl to process and understand that she didn't need to leave like she'd always done. But thinking about how Kurt had left made her only consider the worst. Miserable as she was, feeling guilty of it all just made her mind wander to the craziest bits.

A Few more steps and lost in her thoughts, it was no surprise that she gave a sudden jerk when she caught it. The edge of Bobo’s sphere of influence. With a sharp grimace, she took a deep breath.

What’s a little pain now? Maybe it would drown out the rest of the hurt... And that she already missed Kurt something terrible.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

The Messa cut through the atmosphere like a hot knife through butter, the directional shields burning right red as Kurt pushed the engines to their very limits within seconds of taking off.

There was no time to waste.

No minute to spare.

He knew where Kaile was going, or at least he thought that he knew, and he needed to beat her there. It didn't matter what transport she had taken they would all use the same route in order to reach the end, Kurt just had to beat that route. There was no telling where Kaile would go if she arrived even an hour before he did, not telling if she would end up in One Sith space, Primeval, or even the Silver Sanctum. Kurt knew that Kaile could go anywhere, be anywhere.

Finding her would be next to impossible, and he couldn't let that happen. "Come on."

He whispered to himself, pushing the controls forward and pressing The Messa's engines into overdrive. He sliced from Tatooines atmosphere, ejecting himself from the pale beige planet and driving into space at an almost alarming rate. He began to cut through the space traffic still hanging around his homeworld due to the expo, dodging and weaving between freighters, cargo-haulers, and everything else in between. His teeth ground together, his eyes setting forward.

Just a minute more until he was out of gravity range.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Knees would wobble and Kaile tumbled to the floor. Her chest hurt, and she had the worse migraine pounding through her head. She sat just outside the reach of the cut off, the Force rushing right back at her. Training had been an activity that would keep her mind focused, although one would wonder just where did it put Kaile when she was trying to focus her pain in order to gain a measure of control.

She was never a Jedi, and to be frank, there wasn’t a mean bone in Kaile’s body. Yet that didn’t mean that she couldn’t feel. No, she wore her heart on her sleeve and as such was just in as much risk to feel the broad spectrum of emotions. She just never figured she’d swing this side of the pendulum.

It was unnatural for her to be so glum, but it was hard to get herself out of this rut. Denon would be their first stop, from there, down the Hydian way. A fine trembling came to her limbs, and she tried her best to push thoughts of Kurt and what she’d do from here on out of her head.

Down in her lap, Kaile would slowly curl and uncurl her fingers. Just a slow steady flex, feeling just a bit more sensitivity than before. She wasn’t ever that powerful with the Force. She knew her basics, yet had still to really grow with those.

That was another thing Kurt didn’t know about yet. That she could use the Force. That she was a tiny package of surprises. How upset would he have gotten then?...

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

He pushed the engines as hard as he could, shut off the shields, cut power to the weapons, he cared only about one thing, getting out of Tatooines gravity well and finding Kaile. It was all that mattered to him, all that he thought about. She had run away, but she hadn't run because of him. He knew that, he had to believe that. He could get her home and everything could go back to the way that it had always been, he could have his best friend back.

Kurt's grip tightened.

An alarm began to blare, a bright red flickering bulb.

Kurt's eyes settled on it for a moment, his eyes falling onto the console and his face turning into a grimace. His head shook, he knew that it was a mistake, he knew pushing The Messa this hard was bad, but he simply didn't care. He wanted his friend back, he wanted Kaile back. He didn't care if he broke the engines, he didn't care if he pushed himself to the very edge, all that he cared about was getting his friend back. His hands tightened one last time, and then suddenly a reverberating bing went off.

He smiled, and then slowly pressed The Messa into hyperspace.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

The process was in learning how to cut herself off within the Force null, and then move as seamlessly as she could out of it to maintain her focus despite the pins and needles like effect. The first few times were only amounting to frustration. She’d scoot and slide in and out only to wince, grimace and tense at the awareness of the Force and then try to control her body to prevent herself from losing unconsciousness.
In one instance, she couldn’t stop the tingling in her hand, prompting her to shake it. The movement caught sight of the small scar along side where two of her fingers had been broken. The skin was a slight pale pink, where the flesh had been abraded by the hot canopy she slid down off of to escape.

Kurt had taken care of her then. The thought of him and how kind and attentive he’d been brought another wave of melancholy to the Lorrdian. She missed him. Her mind raced. Will I ever see him again? Would he even want to? She was playing a silly game of what ifs again.

With a groan, Kaile flung herself back, falling onto the ground. Her hands came up to rub her face, shielding them from the dim light.
Stop it Kaile.

You made your bed.

But it wasn’t the one decorated with a string of multicolored lights and thrift shop pillows. Nor did it have the warmth of a scruffy faced pilot that made her laugh then sigh on a sleepless night.

And the further away her ship took her from Tatooine, the more Kaile knew she left a part of herself behind.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

As soon as he entered hyperspace Kurt jumped from his seat.

There was no time to waste, things that needed to be done. The Messa was fast, but he could make her faster, he could get there sooner. Tinkering with a hyperdrive during flight was dangerous, but right now Kurt hardly cared. He jumped down the small hatch that lead from the cockpit to the galley, landing in the cargo hold with a solid thud that shook the metal flooring. He grimaced, looking quickly over the metal paneling that made up what he stood on. Eventually he found the correct space...right by the hot tub.

Kurt grimaced, wincing slightly at that.

Pushing the thoughts and memories from his mind Kurt walked over to the metal panel, pulling a hydo-spanner from the box next to the hot tub and quickly peeling away the flooring. Bit by bit he removed the metal panel, revealing circuits and engine parts. The hyperdrive slowly came into view, sparking slightly as Kurt accidentally touched it with the spanner. The thing was already heavily modified, Kurt and Kaile both having messed with it in order to push The Messa into a faster hyperspace bracket. Doing more with it...well it was dangerous beyond all belief, but what choice did he have?

If Kaile got there first, she was gone.

There was no way that he could let that happen, no way that he could allow it.

Quickly, Kurt reached into the metal paneling and began to slowly fiddle with the wires of the hyperdrive. Only one thought carrying through his head. I have to get her back.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Minutes went ticking past and shadows went drifting across the walls. I should sleep, she told herself, having been unable to find any solace in it for hours. The Lorrdian often suffered from insomnia, and there had been plent of times that the courier would find Kaile in the galley trying to quietly cook something or lay splayed across the acceleration couch skimming through the holonet.

The majority of the times it would end with a mammaquatia and a certain bit of laughter, but other times there would be other things. Tinkering with the shield had been one. The hyperdrive another. They'd found a nice and comfortable rhythm that had suited them both. It worked; and it was nice to be able to travel with someone else to share it with.

Cloud Nine. Bahrain. Even Nar Shaddaa. There were more worlds between that, but the enjoyment had been the same. It was why it had been difficult for Kaile to leave. He never pushed her to. Nor did he ask when she would go. The understanding had been that she could stay until she got back on her feet again, the courier feeling a sense of responsibility for getting the Yum Bunny waitress fired.

The palms of her hands would rub her eyes.

She couldn't help it. Worrying about Kurt and how he was was as natural as breathing. You did that for those one cares about. Bobo meant the verse to her, always would; but Kurt had become her best friend.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

The Hyperdrive whirred and rumbled, quietly humming along as the engine brushed The Messa forward. It was dangerous doing this, beyond dangerous. There was a reason for it however, he had to get to her, he had to get there first. If he could intercept Kaile before she ever stepped foot in her headquarters...then everything would be okay.

He could convince her to come home.

He could convince her that he wasn't mad, that he wasn't angry and that he just wanted everything to go back to normal.

That was all Kurt wanted, that was all he needed. He didn't love Kaile, at least not romantically, but she was his best friend, really his only friend now. She had brought so much into his life. She had bought furniture with him, kitchen supplies, dish soap, hell she'd gotten him most of the decorations for his room. She had helped upgrade The Messa and fix everything that needed fixing. She had done all that without ever asking for anything in return, without ever complaining.

How could he want her gone?

How could she ever think he'd want her gone?

His hands tightened, fingers curling slightly as the hydro-spanner pressed into the hyperdrive. The whirring suddenly became louder, the hyperdrive sparking, and The Messa picking up speed.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

There are many that would have considered their odd arrangement, well odd. But it had worked for them well. it wasn't a hololove story, it was just life. With how easy going both were, there wasn't a need to complicate it. Maybe each were still growing up in their own ways. Each still learning what life was and where they belonged in that.

Kaile might be five years older than Kurt, but she too had some growing of her own to do. Much like this very situation; both were suffering growing pains.

No one could deny that Kaile was meant to love; her heart was as big as the 'verse and she had a true desire to simplify be helpful. That didn't mean that she was ready to be swept off her feet or that she was looking to be.

Maybe one day it would happen. For now, love was the furthest thing from her mind.

Rolling to her side on the floor, Kailr lingered there for what seemed like an hour. The Force lightly hovered over her, ready and waiting. I should practice, she thought to herself. I should...

She had to think about where she was going from here. How long it would be before they assigned her to a new mission. She'll be someone else then. Different name. Different world. Different people.

No debate on who would win the grave ball cup, or making Blazimg Nuna bites.

That only sank Kaile into a further depression.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

It was working.

He could hear it, feel it, The Messa was moving faster through Hyperspace, dashing at insane speeds. There should have been a feeling of pride at that, there should have been some joy, something, but all Kurt could feel was that drive. The drive to find Kaile, to get her back.

Everything else felt empty.

This would have been an achievement, this would have been something of note. Kaile would have cheered, she would have clapped and laughed and giggled.

It would have been nice.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Was she doing the right thing?

Honestly, Kaileann didn't know. It felt like she did. Yet if it was the right thing, why did she feel so wretched? For those that knew the typically cheerful girl, this was something completely out of the Lorrdian's element. Maybe that is why it struck her so hard. Even the jovial have demons to conquer.

Slightly trembling fingers came up, red rimmed eyes watching the path as she stretched her right hand up towards the bulkhead. There, she splayed her fingers in the air, the slender digits with short neat nails and a few scrapes staring back at her. Slowly they wiggled, flexing, testing out her senses. All she wanted to do was sleep but she couldn't find any.

Maybe tea could fix it?

Kurt sometimes drank tea with her. The corner of her mouth gave a slight perk. In their mismatched cup set. She tried to make the area a little bit more presentable, but the cups... the mismatched cups seemed to suit Kurt's character. Although the most lavish had been when he'd taken her out to dinner. It hadn't been anything really fancy, but certainly something outside their normal budget. Oh, Kaile had been so ecstatic. It was a reward after the surprise Kurt received from Kaile decorating his room.

The expression he had when he stepped inside, the look of shocked surprise that turned into that dashing smile had been worth it.

Fingers wiggled anew, and she settled her gaze upon the bare walls of the small room.

Yeah, worth it.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

Kurt sat quietly in front of the hyperdrive, his chest rising and falling, his eyes fixed on the device. There was a calm to him, no rage or anger, just stark determination. The whirring of the machine before him seemed to resound throughout the ship, echoing to every corner of The Messa and running its course in Kurt's ears. He watched it, calmly, his finger's wrapped around the hydro-spanner within his palm. It was impossible to tell how much time passed, ten minutes, twenty, an hour, Kurt simply sat in place, watching the hyperdrive.

Every now and again he would slowly turn a small screw within the device, move a wire, shift a cord. It was all in an effort to keep it going, to make The Messa go faster, to get to Kaile.

That was the important thing, that was what ma-

The whirring suddenly got louder, racket growing within the hyperdrive. Panic crossed Kurt's features, his eyes growing wide and his eyebrows raising. Almost immediately his hands struck forward, fingers wrapping around wires, hydro-spanner jutting into the hyperdrives circuits. He tried to move as fast as he could, sparks beginning to fly, a small fire beginning atop one of the fires. The Courier patted it down with his bare hands, scorching his flesh and sending the scent of singed skin into the air. He panicked, his heart racing and his hands working fast.

"No!" Kurt yelled. "No no no no!"

The hyperdrive got louder and louder, the engines of The Messa rumbling, the ship itself shaking. His head lurched up towards the cockpit, half a dozen alarms resounded, pulling Kurt's eyes away from the growing flames. "Kark!"

It was too late.

A loud pop tore through the room, The Messa suddenly jerking and the hyperdrive exploding with a massive concussive blast. Shards of metal and pieces of plastic erupted out from beneath the floor, a shockwave pressing up and out, pushing at Kurt and throwing him back against the far wall with a loud crash and thud. The Courier's head smashed against the metal bulkhead, The Messa tumbling out of hyperspace and throwing him against the bulkhead and is began to spin out of control. Blood seeped through the air, and then suddenly gravity ceased.

Kurt reached out, tried to grab onto something, tried to hold on to anything, but as blood flowed free and the damage to his head set in the world quickly turned to black.

 

[Kaile Vera]

DENON______
Arceneau Trade Space Station
[member="Kurt Meyer"]

"Vali vl gabiki Werl hecski ber bendi Nay Besh" «You'll catch Werl out by hanger Nine Besh», the female Barabel Captain told Kaile, going on to hand her a few necessities and the proper clearance code she'd need to meet up with her next ride. Denon was a curious little planet. The last time she was here... well, the Pyre had been clearing out the zombies that had littered the lower levels of the ecumenopolis.

That had been so long ago. Before the Protectorate even. For a moment, Kaile felt every one of her years. That was rather daunting. A numb nod would acknowledge Captain Niew's instructions. It was the hitchhiker's trek across the galaxy. Well the one on the Galactic Alliance dime. It wasn't like she could simply grab transport down to Sullust in one go. With the credits she had on had, it would take longer, and several different trips.

"Thank you right kindly, Captain." Kaile told the Barabel, smiling up lightly at the dark brown scaly face. The Lorrdian would not have a single clue what had happened to the Messa and her pilot. Had she'd known, she would have made hast to make it right back, find Kurt and fret over him. As it was, several hours had passed, and Kurt had long since been knocked out of Hyperspace. His status, and that of the Messa was up in the air.

Down at the Denon Arceneau Trade Spaceport, Kaile bid her farewells. She would meet up with the other freighter that was bound to go down the Hydian way.

Not Omega Pyre Headquarters as Kurt had so desperately raced to get to.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kaileann Vera"]

Everything hurt.

His stomach seared with pain, his head ached, his legs felt like they had been beaten and broken. He tried to move, tried to open his eyes, tried to do anything, yet all he could manage was a long grown. He was floating gravity having been lost and stolen away, his fingers slowly curled, his toes following quickly behind. Kurt could move, barely, but he could move. His eyes slowly folded open, first the right, then the left. A wince of pain carried through him as he felt bruised and broken bones in his face protest at the action.

Slowly his gaze panned around The Messa, bright eyes following floating debris, trash, and broken pieces of his starship.

Kurt tried to grimace, tried to frown, but the sheer pain from doing so was too much to even try. There was broken class everywhere, pellets of blood floated about and shards of metal had embedded themselves in the wall. His hand slowly reached towards himself, slipping beneath his shirt to slowly run his fingers over unbroken skin. A sigh of relief carried through him, his eyes settling on to himself to discover that no shrapnel had embedded itself in his skin. There were several large cuts, but even those had ceased their bleeding.

Instead his torn and cut shirt revealed massive bruises his entire torso nearly covered. Had he looked in the mirror he would have seen a broken and swollen face, his cheekbone completely shattered and his eye socket turned a bright purple. Nevertheless, he was alive. He floated towards one of the walls, his leg slowly kicking out to catch himself on one of the broken panels. Kurt grabbed on, dragging himself close and pulling himself upright.

A deep breath escaped his lungs, his hand reaching out towards the small switch within the wall.

His feet touched the ground, his fingers pulling the small lever. Gravity suddenly began it's pull once again, a solid thud of weight bringing the debris within The Messa to the ground.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]
The rumble of her stomach was a reminder to Kaile that she hadn’t had anything to eat since the stew. A hand drew up, coming to rest over her belly, fingers lightly curling in. Her brown eyes went panning around. Arceneau Trade Stations were always a medley of cusines from local ventures and around the ‘Verse.

There were McYoda’s, Popo’s Peppers, and all kinds of diners, fly-in’s and dives. Knowing where she was at, it wasn’t a surprise that there was also a Yum Bunnies establishment as well. Memories flooded her, and what would normally perk the Strawberry Blonde into enjoying some spicy Nuna bites, she found herself hesitating.

It reminded her of Kurt. Of the first time she met him. Lena had been his waitress then, and if the fight hadn’t occurred with the drunk Trandoshan, it was very possible that Kaile would have never met Kurt. They each could have gone on their own ways, and knowing Lena, he’d have slept with her then. Oh it wasn’t as if Kaile didn’t know that Kurt slept around. She did. He was just like that, just having fun. It didn’t bother her because he hadn’t made expectations from her as well.

That’s how it started. Kaile had expected it to just be a fun one night stand. Just like Kurt, the Lorrdian was subject to her desires and a few little triggers. Kurt had nailed them down pretty quickly. He was cute, funny, seemed like he’d be great in bed! Not to mention bouncing a credit chip off his rump! Plus the high of him being all dashing with saving Lena, and then her little trigger fantasy about a space pirate did her in.

Had she thought it through, then maybe she’d have at least waited until after she got off of work instead of going into the pantry and having him charge up her power coupling; then got fired. Not her best judgement at the time, but….she hadn’t regretted her choice.

It had brought Kurt into her life. And while it might have been short… she didn’t regret it at all.