Who: Atton and Meetra. What: Meeting again for the first time! When: Sunday night. Where: The park. Rating: PG! Status: Complete!
Meetra decided to greet Atton, in her own special way. By masking her presence with the force until she was standing behind him, and tapping his shoulder. “Boo.”
She carried herself with an odd mixture of dignity, glee, and trepidation. Would he actually want to see her?
Atton jumped three feet before turning around, hands up in a silly farce of karate. “Jesus Chr - oh. Oh. Hey, I ... don’t know you but I do. Hi.” He didn’t have to use the Force to know she was nervous.
“I could probably walk on water if I tried, but turning water into wine would require mind tricks,” Meetra intoned, expression overly serious. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
“I don’t - I - “ He laughed a little to himself, running his fingers awkwardly through his brown hair. “How do you want me to say hi? Can I hug you?” He wished this was less weird.
“Yes!” Meetra wrapped her arms around him first, squeezing tightly. She didn’t care, emotions were meant to be expressed, and this was probably one of the men she’d wanted to see most. “You look exactly the same.”
He hugged her gently, not wanting to squash her. No matter how badass she was in his dreams - and probably his waking life too, he seemed to like women who could stab people - she was so small, so fragile looking. “You do too. Well. Cleaner. Saving the galaxy would be better if we got more shower breaks.”
“Don’t remind me...” She gave him a smile, feeling like certain things were clicking into place. She was going to marry Roland. Atton was here. She only really needed closure with Revan...
“So, you’re happy. You have to tell me what’s going on with you.” He smiled, hoping she could tell that he was training. That whatever they’d been through in the dreams hadn’t been in vain.
She smiled at him. “Yes, I’m very happy. I’m engaged, and it’s not very Jedi-like to brag, but I have won Olympic medals in fencing.”
“And I bet you didn’t even use the Force the whole time.” He grinned and couldn’t help but hug her again. “Engaged? Tell me about him. Do I have to beat him up?”
“He might shoot you before you got close enough. He’s the..strong silent type.” Which wasn’t usually her type, but it was hard to explain. She just...loved him deeply. “He’s willing to let me be myself, when I need to be, and he’s handy to have at your back in a fight. He even let me shoot one of his guns which...is really like letting someone borrow your lightsaber.”
“I don’t have one yet. In the dreams, or otherwise. But Obi-Wan let me touch his ... god, why does everything in the Order sound super gay?” Atton wrinkled his nose. “I swear, I still like girls. Obi’s a good looking guy, but I’m not ... yeah. Not that it’s bad that some people are, just not me, and in the dreams, you and I - I always thought we might ... I mean, maybe further along.” He cleared his throat. “Hi.”
“I helped Obi-wan train up his lightsaber skills again. And some of his meditation. He really just needed the refresher.” She was ignoring his complete and utter loss of mouth control, like it was somehow old hat. Her smile softened. “I think if there was no Isabela or Roland, I’d pursue it.”
He cleared his throat, shaking his head. “You wou - I didn’t tell you her name. No mind reading!” He playfully swatted her hand.
“We’ve met. She was jogging in the park. Well done by the way, she’s attractive enough to make me consider it.” Meetra kept her expression neutral. She’d been around Michiru too much.
“Oh, god, isn’t she? I have no idea what she sees in me, but who am I to tell her she could do better? I’m just the poor sap in love with her.” He wrapped an arm loosely around Meetra’s shoulders.
Meetra grinned sloppily, and wrapped her arm around him. “I’m ecstatic that you’re happy. And none of that emotion is bad bullshit.”
“I think emotions are fine, it’s the actions people use when they’re having them that are fuckers.” He smiled right back at her. “All emotions need are some thought to put behind ‘em, and everyone’s fine.”
“Exactly. I had to fight with myself, about committing to marriage. But it’s what I want, and what I need. It’s not going to turn me to the dark side.”
“Nope, not unless marriage suddenly involves murder, which I’m pretty sure it doesn’t. But I can’t be certain, never done it before.” He smiled at her, hugging her again. “I just... it’s weird you’re real.”
“You’re not strange, you’re wonderful. The situation’s weird, woman.” Atton rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
“Wonderful that’s good enough,” Meetra replied, her smile widening. “You’ll give me an ego at this rate. You’re wonderful yourself. How much have you dreamed? Have you seen that you’re good yet”
Atton shook his head. “Not yet. Am I? In the dreams?”
“Yes, just like I always knew you would be.” She squeezed him with her arm. “But something tells me you won’t quite believe until you do dream.”
“Nope.” He smiled at her, shaking his head. “I’m glad you know that, though.”
She kissed his cheek, wetly and loudly. “You’ll see!”
“Ewww, mooooom,” Atton singsonged, wiping his cheek.
“Now now, keep that up and I’ll have to ground and spank you. But maybe I should leave that to Isabela.” Her grin only grew wider.
“Yeah, she’d get jealous.” Atton grinned, looking down at his feet. “I really love her. She moved in with me recently.”
Meetra raised her eyebrows. “Who are you and what have you done with Atton? That’s wonderful. I started living with Roland one day and never bothered to leave.”
“Hey, you’ve seen her. You know she’s way out of my league. I’m just trapping her while she’s still under the delusion that I’m a good option.”
Grinning at him, she patted his back. “No, Atton. You’re a lot better of a catch than you think you are.”
“Thanks.” He winced, looking down. “For the record, I don’t know that yet.”
“Don’t care, my friend. Because it’s the truth, and truths transcend all things.” She took his arm. “Lets get lunch, and we can catch up.”
“All right.” Atton liked that they’d fallen back into their easy friendship so quickly.
Meetra smiled happily. “I’d introduce you to another friend of mine, but I’m not sure you’d survive her perviness....But you have to meet my fiance.”
“What friend? And I’d like to meet this Roland, yeah, he sounds fun.” Barrel of laughs. Yeah, the ‘I dream of loving your lady friend’ talk would be a hoot and a holler.
“Her name is Michiru.” She thought that Atton didn’t need to worry. Right?
“That’s a pretty name,” Atton smiled. “Where do you want to get food?”
She smiled at him. “You still like red meat, yes?”