Title: `The Rogue Disk'
Author: Angela Jade
Rating: PG-13 (kinda slashy)
Characters: Luke and Wedge
Category: humor, slash, PWP
Disclaimer: characters, etc belong to Lucas. I'm making no
money from this.
Summary: Wedge is in trouble...




"Captain Antilles! Get your ass in here, right now!"

Wedge Antilles jumped at the unaccustomed sound of his
commander's raised voice, scattering data disks all over his
desk. Cursing quietly, he subconsciously tugged his jacket
straight as he strode quickly across his office to the
interconnecting door. "Yes, Boss? What's the problem?"

Luke Skywalker stood behind his desk, leaning forward on rigid
arms as he stared at his computer terminal. It didn't take a
Force-sensitive to know he was angry. Wedge gulped.

"What," growled Luke, "is this?" He speared his
second-in-command with a glare, blue eyes dark with fury.

Oh, Gods, thought Wedge as he almost ran to see what was on
the terminal. He's found out what I did with the duty roster last
week. Or maybe he's seen Janson's requisition for
contraception. But it was worse. Much worse. "It's ... umm ...
fanfic, Sir."

"Fanfic?" snapped Luke. "What in all the hells is fanfic?"

Wedge's eyes drifted towards the lightsaber lying within easy
reach of the Commander's right hand. He was going to end up
sliced into bits. Tiny, little bits. "Er, they're stories, Sir. The techs
write them."

"Your name seems to crop up fairly frequently."

Wedge nodded and wondered if now was a good time to make a
run for it.

"Mine, too," said Luke between clenched teeth. "Often in the
same stories. Stories that would make the Emperor blush."

"Umm, I'm not sure..." His voice abandoned him as he withered
under Luke's angry glare.

"And they were on one of the disks you gave me this morning.
I'm supposed to be reviewing accounts, not reading smut
obscene enough to take the fur off a Wookiee!"

"I don't write the stuff, Sir," replied Wedge in a small voice. "The
guys ... it just ... it's a bit of fun. Sir."

"Fun?" He slowly straightened and walked round the desk,
coming to a stop directly in front of his subordinate. "Fun? It
implies that you and I are having a relationship." He leaned
forward, his eyes boring into Wedge's. "A sexual relationship."

He was dead. Soooooo dead. "I'm sorry, Sir. You weren't
supposed to see it."

"That much is obvious."

"It won't happen again. I'll get all the disks and dispose of
them..."

Luke took a step towards him, forcing Wedge to stumble
backwards. "Too damn right you will, Antilles."

"And I'll have a word with the other pilots..." He retreated again as
Luke moved forwards.

"Good. They shouldn't be reading this stuff. Their egos are
bigger than their X-wings as it is."

"And the techs. I'll talk to the techs," said Wedge soothingly. The
suggestions appeared to be working - the commander didn't
seem quite so angry now.

"Can't stop them writing, Antilles. Just ask them to keep it to
themselves," replied Luke quietly as he continued to advance.

Wedge's back bumped against a wall and he looked up to meet
Luke Skywalker's blue-eyed gaze. "Umm, Commander? Did you
honestly not know these stories existed?"

A tiny smile finally tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Of course
I knew. I know everything that goes on around here."

"Then why..."

"Because I love to see you squirm, Antilles." He leaned in the
last few centimeters and pressed a sensual kiss to his lips.

END