The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)

For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort.

This (last) month's challenge was to hit the "random" button on Wookieepedia and write a shipfic based on that. so here's this!

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.

Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.

And so she set out to find the source of the blizzard.

Close is worse than nothing.

Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.

Goodsir is at heart a merciful man; Hickey uses that against him.

Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.