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I should probably try to put them all in one post, come to think of it ...

Well, here's another one. Disclaimers apply. I don't own anyone, I don't own the universe. This time, characters are (I think) George and Zahn. Or else MAS and George. Either way, not me.

#61: Winter

The Coldest Season

Winter.

 She was her name.

 Winter. The coldest season on any world, a time of bitter weather and storms. Winter was impersonal, cruel even, always treating others with a sort of chill detachment.

 She had to be her name.

 Winter was her way of keeping herself from getting hurt. Winter was an almost impenetrable shield around her heart.

 But no shield was perfect—all had weaknesses.

 Her weak spot was a pilot—noble features, piercing blue eyes. And he was—he was—

 He was captured by the enemy.

 At least to the best of their knowledge. He could easily be dead.

 But she had to live up to her name. He’d said it once, “Agent Winter, you’ve got ice water running in your veins.” And she did: she’d used her name as the barrier between her and the rest of the galaxy. Winter was her protection.

 She’d let it fall once.

 Never again.

 She couldn’t just be Winter. She needed to be Winter on Hoth: bitter cold, ice—and nonstop. For seasons rotated, and Winter eventually became spring.

 That was not something she could afford, not in her line of work.

 Winter.