Wes and Hobbie had just entered their quarters when the door enunciator chimed. Wes answered it to find Wedge there. "Wedge. Come in."

"Do either of you know Terra's comlink code? Tycho's not answering his." Wedge was frowning. This was not like Tycho.

Hobbie offered to call her. As he did so, Wedge noticed Wes was acting rather uncomfortable.

"Out with it." Wedge ordered, knowing he was not going to like the answer Wes gave him.

"Well... I figured she and Tycho wanted to spend some time together without... interruptions... so I sort of turned off their comlinks."

"You WHAT!?!" Hobbie asked incredulously. He had been unsuccessful in contacting Terra.

"Wes, that is not what I wanted to hear." Wedge's voice was low and even. A bad sign.

Wes stepped back from his CO as he offered, "I know where she's staying. I'm sure they're there by now. Do you need me to go get him?"

"No, I'll go. I think you've done enough mischief for one day and we don't have time to bail Tycho out of the brig for decking you. I want the two of you to gather the rest of the Rogues in the briefing room. I should be back within the hour. If I were you, I'd want to avoid Tycho for the next few days."

Wedge left then, shaking his head in frustration.

Terra didn't remember moving back to the couch. Tycho lay on top of her, as they kissed with a depth and passion that brought back a multitude of memories. His hands were exploring her body with a confidence they hadn't possessed in youth as she struggled to remove his tunic.

He began unbuttoning her blouse; his mind lost in the welcome feel of her hands on his bare back, their bodies touching. Her hands slid down to his firm buttocks and pulled their hips closer together. Just as his hand found her breast. Their low moans almost drowned out the sound of the door enunciator. Almost.

She buried her face in the hollow of his neck and willed the intruder to go away but she caught a sense of the person at the door and knew it must be important. "Any chance we can ignore it?" he whispered.

"Unfortunately not," she replied breathlessly. "It's Wedge. He seems...." She thought about how best to describe what she was sensing, "agitated."

With a frustrated sigh, she untangled herself from Tycho's body and began straightening her clothing. When she reached the door, she looked back at him to be sure he had succesfully redressed.

She opened the door and smiled when she saw Wedge standing there, fidgeting. He obviously had some idea of what he might be interrupting. She hoped she was succeeding in hiding her amusement at his embarrassment.

"Hi, Wedge. Please come in. You're just in time to join us for dinner. If we can decide what to order, that is." He seemed relieved so she assumed her lie was convincing.

He entered the room and immediately the serious General Antilles returned. Terra wasn't sure she liked this change in his demeanor. It was the kind of thing that usually indicated trouble.

"I'm really sorry, but I can't stay. I'm looking for Tycho," he said.

"Why didn't you use the comlink?" Tycho asked curiously, fearing he already had an answer. An answer that pointed directly to Wes.

"It would seem Wes decided to turn them off for both of you." Wedge replied apologetically.

Terra couldn't help herself; she giggled which earned her a rather stern look from both Rogues. "Did you put him up to it?" Tycho asked suspiciously as he joined them in the entryway. She couldn't respond so she simply shook her head emphatically wishing she had thought of it.

Wedge cleared his throat. "I hate to interrupt but we really need to return to base."

"What's up?" Terra asked, not sure she wanted to hear what Wedge had to say.

"About all I can say is that we'll be leaving Coruscant for a few weeks on escort duty." Wedge's comlink beeped.

As he answered it, Tycho turned to Terra. "Will you still be here when we get back?"

"The Starlites' Coruscant tour should last at least another month and the squadron planned on spending some down time here afterwards, so I should be."

Wedge finished the call and took her hands in his. "I'm really sorry about this."

"Just promise you'll all be safe and maybe I'll forgive you." He nodded and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her surprise at seeing him blush brought an uncharacteristically shy smile to her face. Wedge hesitated before placing a light kiss on her cheek.

The blond Rogue did not miss their exchange and found he was surprised at his lack of jealousy. He gave her a hug and kiss on the forehead. With a promise to return soon, they left.

Wedge and Tycho returned to the speeder in silence, each lost in his own thoughts. They were almost back to the base when Wedge spoke. "Something wrong?"

"Nothing a cold shower can't cure." Tycho noticed Wedge wince and immediately regretted the sour tone in his voice. An image of Winter came to mind. How am I going to explain Ella to her? "It's ok. I should probably be thanking you."

He continued quickly, cutting off Wedge's question before he could ask it. "So why have we been suddenly placed on escort duty?" he asked.

Wedge granted his unspoken wish to change the subject. "Princess Leia is being sent on a last-minute diplomatic tour and requested us. We'll be heading out before dawn with stops at Commenor and Obroa-Skai. Then we'll swing by Yavin for a week or so to put the finishing touches on some of the defenses for Luke's Academy. Hopefully, we'll get a little down time while we're there."

"So, it's a combination diplomatic parade and working trip. At least we'll get to spend some time with Luke." Tycho made a mental note to talk with his friend and Jedi Master about Terra and Ella's abilities. "What about the open spots on the roster?"

Wedge chuckled, "Jecket and Froven came to see me after you left. Seems they were pretty rattled by you and Terra. They said something about going back to shuttle duty. So we're at full strength."

Continued in Part Three