I'll Find You

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He frowned at her.

"WELL." The word was loud, though not quite a yell. Munin obviously wasn't really angry, or even annoyed, but the situation did mean that he was going to be quite cold when they headed back up to the house. The wind would be...well he didn't really want to think about it.

Stopping a few feet from the shore Munin sunk back into the water.

"I hope you realize you just started a war." The Slicer said simply. "A battle for the ages."

Munin splashed his feet slightly. "You'll pay for this!"

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

A giggle escaped her lips and she shrugged.

Arms cradled around her stomach as she laughed hard. Then her head snapped back up as his clothes and towel floated and bobbed sadly in the water. "NO," she yelped back and surprised herself. She'd never spoken this loud.

#shameMuninshame

"You started it Mister! When you dunked me in the water against my will."

Certainly refreshing to be arguing over this instead of fighting in a war or surviving a station explosion.

Feet began tiptoeing backwards.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Because otherwise you wouldn't have gotten in the water at all!" The Slicer began to swim around as he spoke, mostly just gently floating around with the current already in the lake itself.

The water was surprisingly calm, though perhaps he should have expected that. He figured there was probably one or two rivers that fed into the lake, though because of the way it was shaped he couldn't actually see them. It was nice though, calming, serene. He wondered if they would be able to walk on it during the winter. He knew that it would snow here, though he hadn't quite shared that information with Spark just yet.

"Swimming is important!" He told her. "We don't have a pool this time, just the hot tub."

Something she'd have to settle for.

Their home wasn't quite as extravagant this time, something Munin had done on purpose. "I'm just being a good boyfriend!"

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"All I hear are excuses!" She was halfway up the beach now. "Race you to the house!" She hollered knowing she'd get tired and need to walk. It was a good mile back to the house and she'd never been an athlete, let alone bedrest recovery. But still.

#headstart

Spinning in the sand, she nearly tripped and began awkwardly running toward the woods. Giggling escaped her throat the entire time which made it harder to breath.

Head in the game Finn!

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin grumbled something, swimming towards his clothes and scooping them out of the water.

This was their new home, and he wasn't about to start littering.

The Slicer pulled himself up and out of the lake, goosebumps immediately rolling across his skin as a gust of wind pushed along the shore. He frowned slightly, and then slowly managed to wobble his way out of the water. The sand proved to be a lot softer than he'd first thought, and keeping himself upright proved to be more than a little difficult as he fought his way onto the beach. His head swiveled up just in time to see Spark rush down the length of the path.

"Ugh." Munin said as he glanced down at his soaked clothes.

It didn't help that he hadn't worn any shoes, but with luck Spark's clumsiness would get the better of her and he'd be able to catch up.

Without another word the slicer broke into a sprint.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The petite slicer snickered the entire time, even as her breaths grew more ragged. Muscles and lungs burned. Head became light and she began to stumble. Light expression faltered.

The sunlit woods and dirt path were suddenly replaced by the cold, darkness of space. Foot caught on a root and she found herself stumbling down. A yelp escaped her throat but it was something more terrified. Jagged and fiery bits of station passed by her helmet each time she blinked. She was in a nightmare. And she was shivering. Cold. And alone. #flashback #meltdown

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin caught up with Spark just in time to see her fall.

A curse escaped him. He had wanted her to stumble a bit of course, mostly because he knew otherwise he'd never catch up to her, but he hadn't actually wanted Spark to fall over and hurt herself. The curse escaped his lips and he quickly closed the gap between the two of them. "Spark!"

He called out as he reached her, his nearly naked form leaning down.

"Are you alright?" Concern dotted his voice.

One fall wouldn't have been that big of a deal normally, but it was important to remember that Spark was still recovering from injuries sustained just days ago. Bacta did wonders, but it didn't heal everything over night.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

White towel around her waist became dirt marred and covered in leaves. Sharp stings pricked her palms and knees. Body trembled as she curled into a tight, small ball on the ground. Pale, blue eyes were squeezed closed.

Physical wounds weren't the problem.

#mentalcase

"The Sith exploded the station. I was the station. The Sith exploded me. I exploded. I exploded. I exploded," she murmured again and again, not able to hear Munin's voice, even though wet drops splashed across her dirt covered skin from his hovering form. She was lost. Buried in a nightmare.

#glitching

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"I..." How the kark was he supposed to respond to that. "Spark."

He said her name sternly, concern tinging his voice beyond anything else.

The Slicer had no idea what to do, no idea what to say, no idea what he was even hearing. Spark did slicing differently than he did, most of the time anyway. She used the force to access systems, trace routes...everything. Whereas Munin and others had to use the systems themselves to trick the computer, Spark in essence could become the computer. It was something she'd explained to him before, but Munin couldn't ever really understand how it worked.

"Hey...it's me..." He wrapped his arms around her.

"It'll be okay." The Slicer tried anything. "Take deep breaths."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Head jerked to the side. Fingers searched, at first fighting against Munin's reach. Blue-eyes finally seemed to refocus. She blinked and froze.

"Munin?" Mouse-like voice left her thin lips. Small body trembled against his lanky one. Dirt covered and slightly scraped palms wrapped around him. Face buried against his nude chest, dark-rimmed glasses askew on her face.

#meltdown

"I was there. Back there. At the station." She couldn't stop the shivering. The trembling. And she felt shame that Munin had to see her like this. Maybe it would be better if she left, until she could get herself under control.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against him.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"It's okay." The Slicer answered quietly.

It really was okay too.

The truth was he had absolutely no idea what was going on, what had happened, or what he could do to help...but there was one unspeakable truth he couldn't deny. He loved Spark. Whatever she was going through, whatever was happening, he'd never stop loving her.

Of course that didn't really help either. "Lets..."

He trailed off. "Let's get you back to the house."

That was the most important thing right now. He had no idea what was wrong with her or how he could help her, but Munin would be damned if he let her lay out here in the mud. Whatever was wrong they could figure out later, whatever would fix her...well they would find that out too. He was more than determined to get all of it done, he was more than determined to help her get back to normal, but later.

"Come on." He said with a kiss to her forehead. "We'll figure out what happened later."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Pulling back, blues tracked up to Munin. Frazzled blonde-haired head nodded once. Chin wobbled and glasses nearly fell from the tip of her nose. She hastily pushed them back up, pulling back from Munin. Palms brushed against her thighs, trying to wipe dirt and scrapes away.

Gangly legs straightened to a stand.

She didn't want to have to keep reliving it. She wasn't sure if there were any answers. #orfixes

But right now, she just wanted to be back within the relative safety of their new and private home. Towel had fallen from around her waist and she offered it to her boyfriend as they began walking back.

((Feel free to time skip if you want to))

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin sat on the side of a bed, his lips thin as he looked at the small scanner in his palm.

As far as he was able to tell nothing was physically wrong with Spark anymore, at least not according to the medical device in his hand. There was no way to be sure without a proper test by doctors of course, but he was pretty sure that physically she was at least back to normal. Still, there were other problems now plaguing his girlfriend, a fact that he both understood and wasn't very fond of. He didn't want her hurting, and in truth he felt rather useless because of it.

"Well." Munin said quietly. "According to this you're okay."

He frowned. "But how are you feeling?"

That was what mattered in the end. The force was what was bugging her, or...well hurting her. He didn't really understand it, but if it meant he had to venture to some unknown force world to find a cure for her then that was exactly what he would do.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Hey," she sat up, thin fingers pushing blonde locks away from her freckled face. Blues narrowed beneath glass lenses on her boyfriend and his scanner. "I thought I said I didn't want anymore scans."

There was a stubborn edge to her voice.

#excuseyou

Mind reached forward and Munin would suddenly find the device off. Screen blank and black. Arms cross beneath her chest, back propped against a pillow on the headboard.

"I feel fine."

She was a decent liar. A good one even. #criminalpast #workedintheshadows

"Remember what we need to do today? We need to get that supply of food."

It meant going off planet. They hadn't been off world since they'd first arrived weeks ago. She'd had a headache since the station exploded and every now and then she felt...something there. Something dark. But she didn't know how to explain it and was worried she was imagining everything.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"I know." He said with some concern lingering in his eyes.

Spark claimed that she was okay, but...well she had a way of stretching the truth so that it suited her better. She didn't do it out of malice or anything of the sort, but just because she didn't want to draw focus onto herself. It would have been cute if it wasn't for the fact that it put her in danger.

Something he most definitely didn't want.

"We're still going." The trip would probably take a few hours however. "Don't worry."

He just wanted to make sure that she was okay first. Munin was still rather weary of her randomly collapsing or falling onto the ground at any moment. Spark wasn't frail or anything but...well concern was there. Then again he might have been worrying about nothing. "Go get dressed, I'll prep the ship."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Gray blue eyes tracked down to herself. "You mean I can't wear these pajama bottoms and top with these fuzzy slipper socks on our trip?" There were cute ewoks on her dizzy hipster socks. She had another pair with tauntauns.

A quick smile flickered across her thin lips as her fuzzy socked feet tapped against Munin's leg.

#sparkcanmakejokes #hipstersockswithewoksonthem

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Not if you want to go to a smugglers market." Munin told her with a smile.

It had to be a shadowport that they went to, mostly because of the lack of security. Munin didn't enjoy walking into any place that had more cameras than people. It was an unfortuante trend as of late that everyone and everything was hopped up on Security. Times in the galaxy were tense as could be, nobody wanted a fight and...well things were tough.

The Slicer pecked Spark on the cheek.

"Need to look fierce when dealing with criminals." Munin commented. "I'm gonna wear a leather jacket."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Well duh," she grinned and shoved him with her sock foot harder.

#leatherjacket

"Oh?" Sandy-brows lofted, blues flitting across Munin's form. "You won't be the stuck-up and well-dressed party goer from when we first met? Probably a good idea. They'd eat someone like that alive in a smuggler's market."

#hehe

"I'll bring my blaster." She snapped the datapad closed that had been on her lap. Scooching off the bed, thin legs swung over the edge and she popped to her feet, meandering over to the closet to look for something. Probably just skinny jeans and converse again.

#duh

"I'll meet you in the ship."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin found himself on the ship first, though that was no surprise.

Out of the two of them he was always one to lay out his clothes neatly for the next day. He found that having everything prepared allowed him to let his mind run a bit easier. It was simpler to set everything up beforehand, that way you weren't scrambling to do one thing or another in the morning. Munin prided himself on his organization, and indeed most everything within his life was extremely well put together.

A skill he'd learned at the orphanage. "Let's see."

The Slicer said quietly to himself, flicking several small switches.

Munin wasn't too eager to be going towards another shadowport. They generally weren't all that safe when it came to...well every factor you could possibly imagine, but at least he had plenty of friends at this one. They all knew him under another name, but that hardly mattered in the Underworld.

Nobody used their real names.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The slicer settled for her favorite brown jacket, white shirt, black cargo pants, and a pair of her black converse. #still hipster Blaster strapped on her thigh. Fuzzy socks were long gone. Hair was pinned back in a sloppy bun, blonde wispies framing across her face. Blue eyes still peaked beneath thick, glass lenses.

Taking a breath, she paused in the ship's doorway, craning her neck to look up. She hadn't been in space since she'd almost died. Thin lips pursed as her fingers tightened around the strap of her pack. Taking a deep breath, she plunged through the threshold, pushing uneasy thoughts further into the back of her mind.

Wandering up to the cockpit, she plopped into the co-pilot's seat next to Munin.

"Leather jacket looks good on you," a ghost of a smile flickered across her lips. "We all set?"

Not like they had to get take-off clearance or anything.