The One Who Saved Me (Star Wars FanFiction)

Prologue.

You couldn’t quite believe your luck, even after the three years you had been in a relationship with Wedge Antilles. He had effectively saved your life, in so many ways. The two of you had met when he had been part of the Imperial Navy and you had been engaged to a high ranking Imperial official.

You came from a well to do family; and it had always been expected that you would marry someone rich, powerful or important at the very least. As much as you hadn’t wanted to, you had essentially been forced into an arranged engagement that would eventually lead to marriage. The man you were engaged to was cruel and violent. He would bully his subordinates and he wasn’t above taking out his bad moods on you.

It would be a chance meeting would be what saved your life.

You had been attending a function with your fiancé when you had met Wedge Antilles. He was charming and kind. He seemed to know that you were in a bad relationship without you having to say anything. Due to your fiancé's position within the Empire, you would see Wedge often. Eventually he had informed you of his plans to leave the Empire and join the Rebellion. There were undercover Rebellion agents with the Empire who were planning to get some of them out.

Was it luck, or the Force, that had made sure you were in the right place at the right time when Wedge made his escape with Sabine Wren and “Hobbie” Kilvian? Who knew but you were going to take the chance. Wedge noticed the fading black eye you were sporting as you all escaped on the TIE/sa bomber. At the time he had chosen not to bring it up, which you were grateful for. You were already running on fear and adrenalin. You weren’t ready to talk to anyone about the regular beatings you took.

You knew your now ex fiancé would kill you if he ever found you. By running away with fugitives to join the Rebellion, you had humiliated him.

It took you a long time to recover from your personal trauma and demons. You had only ever experienced and witnessed neglect, violence and cruelty. You hadn’t ever experienced genuine friendship or having any actually care about you or your well-being. Wedge had become a constant source of support. He saw you at your lowest moments; those days when the intrusive thoughts well and truly took over. Those days when you would sob uncontrollably and you struggled to function even at a basic level. But he had remained loyal and true, working hard to earn your trust.

Slowly, you had began noticing you were developing feelings for him. You weren’t used to having genuine feelings of love for someone and it terrified you. Little did you know at this point that he was falling in love with you. But Wedge didn’t rush you or try to steer you in any one direction. He allowed you to move things along in whatever direction when you were ready. If all you wanted from him was friendship, then he was more than happy for things to remain as such.

The first kiss you shared felt so right. Wedge wasn’t the first man you’d ever kissed; but he was the first one that meant anything to you. It was a warm and gentle moment, full of genuine love. He helped you get over the hang ups you had about yourself and your lack of experience of relationships, love and sex.

The night you gave yourself to him felt just as special, if not more. Wedge took things slowly with you after discovering that you were still a virgin. He reassured you to not be afraid to ask him to stop if things got too much for you. It was all about your pleasure; and also your safety and well being. It felt incredible as he slowly pushed into you, allowing you to get used to his size. The brief moments of pain gave way to pleasure as he took you with long, deep thrusts. You cried out as you experienced your first ever orgasm. As you lay in his arms that night, you were glad that Wedge was your first time rather than anyone else.

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Some years later…

You were sat on a bed in the med bay area. You had returned from an undercover mission, which had brought you into contact with your ex fiance. Running into him had triggered all of your old traumas. You were desperately trying to not get lost in the intrusive thoughts all over again. Your cover had been blown when he had recognised you. He had almost carried out his threat of killing you whilst you had been held prisoner within the former Imperial complex. He had beaten you and had been in the middle an attempted rape and strangulation, when Lando, Han and Chewbacca had arrived in time to rescue you.

Leia had been mortified at what had happened. She had apologised profusely as you recovered in med bay; saying she wouldn’t have sent you had she known it would bring you into contact with him. You tried your best to reassure her that it wasn’t her fault. Nobody was to know he would be involved, as he was using a different name. It was hard for you to talk because of the injuries to your throat from where he had strangled you.

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It was beginning to get late when Wedge Antilles returned from his own mission, some days later. You had been sent on separate missions for the Rebel Alliance. He had found out what had happened to you and he desperately wanted to be with you. You weren’t in your shared quarters. This worried Wedge. If you were drowning in your trauma again, you could be anywhere. Thankfully, Luke Skywalker offered to help find you. Using the Force, he located you to a store room not far from your shared quarters. You were sat on the floor between some crates, back pressed against the wall, your forehead resting on your arms crossed over your knees. Luke left to give the two of you the space you would need.

Kneeling in front of you, Wedge gently stroked the top of your head. At first your brain didn’t register who it was that was with you. It wasn’t until you lifted your head that you realised it was Wedge who was attempting to comfort you. It was obvious that you had been crying. You managed to shift yourself in order to wrap your around his neck. All you wanted at that moment was for him to hold you. Wedge happily obliged, holding you tightly, reassuring you that you were now safe.

You felt Wedge pick you up, bridal style. You were too exhausted to argue. You kept your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck. The movement caused you to flinch due to the injuries you had. You hoped he didn’t notice. Gently setting you down on the sofa, Wedge removed your boots and fetched your favourite blanket from the bedroom. You allowed him to wrap you in said blanket. As he sat down next to you, you gingerly climbed into his lap. All you wanted was to be held and comforted. You asked him to tell you about his mission, wanting something else to think about. You snuggled into the blanket as you were enveloped in Wedge’s arms. The movement of his chest as he spoke and the sound of his heartbeat lulled you into nearly falling asleep.

“You need to get some rest,” Wedge stated when he noticed your eyelids getting heavy.

You were reluctant to move at first. “But I’m comfortable,” you responded, giving him an over exaggerated pout.

After some persuasion, you got to your feet and Wedge took hold of your hand to lead you to the bedroom. For a moment, you were reluctant to remove your clothes in front of him. You were still covered in bruises – very obvious bruises. There was no way you would be able to hide them. Slowly you began to remove your clothes. As you removed your shirt over your head, you couldn’t help but let out a low moan of pain. Once the shirt was removed and you were able to see again, you caught Wedge looking at you. He was taking in the large, dark bruises that covered your torso. Feeling ashamed, you turned away to continue changing. Some moments later, you were aware of him standing behind you. You felt arms gently wrap around you and pull you towards him.

“I’m sorry I let him hurt you like this,” Wedge said gently near to your ear. “I promised to protect you and I didn’t.”

You desperately tried not to start crying again. Turning yourself around in his arms, you buried your face into his chest, attempting to calm yourself. None of this was his fault yet he was still blaming himself for what happened. This hurt deep in your soul.

“Did… did he… force you?” Wedge really struggled with the question but he needed to know. Wedge wouldn’t have put it past your ex fiance to do such a thing to you, just to make some kind of sick point.

You looked up at him and shook your head no. “He attempted to though. He only didn’t because help arrived.” You paused, then added, “at least he won’t be able to hurt anyone else now… Chewbacca made sure of that.”

Wedge understood what you meant. He’d heard that the Wookie had killed him in a rage. With encouragement, and some help, you finally managed to get changed for bed. Settling into bed, you let out a small sigh as you felt your muscles start to relax. You were grateful to finally be lying down. It took you a few minutes to find a position that wasn’t painful due to your bruises and painful ribs. It wasn’t fun having sleep on your back with a pile of pillows under your head and shoulders, but it was the only you could sleep comfortably.

“Do you want me to join you tonight? Or would you prefer your own space?” Wedge asked, as he sat on the edge of the bed.

You couldn’t help but smile. It was so like him to ask such a thing. “I’d like your company. I don’t want to be on my own.”

It was comforting to finally have Wedge back in your bed again, his arm draped over you abdomen as he snuggled up to your side. You could feel sleep coming for you again. Although you knew you probably wouldn’t avoid the bad dreams stop – they had been plaguing you since the incident. But at least tonight you wouldn’t have to deal with them alone.