I was staring at the blank page in front of me, once again fighting with the words that looked perfect in my head just the previous night, but that seemed to be hard to put into coherent sentences...

I knew what I wanted to say...

But the way to put it, was escaping me.

It was another case of the typical 'Wut r wurdz?'

I had Muse blasting on full volume (Fuck you neighbours! You were laughing out loud and dragging chair yesterday night, so...), the cat was sleeping on top the printer as usual, and yet...

I look at my kids on the couch. Pedro is laying on his belly, phones on watching videos on his smartphone. Luís is watching TV and texting is girlfriend.

He raises his head from the phone to offer me an indulgent smile.

"(Don't know what to do with Wes and Tycho again?)" He says, cocky smile on his face.

I groaned with the rising frustration and nod at him. I'm just going to do it the way I usually do it now...

Dialogue first, then I'll go back and redo it!

I stretched my back, sing along to 'Super Massive Black Hole' and got myself to it!

"Hi!"

"And you are...?"

"I'm Arlana, 'Uncle' Wes!"

And I finally have something written! Usually that's how it all starts... No plans, no diagrams, no lists, nothing... Just my imagination and my instinctive writing.

Many times I don't know what I'm going to write until I sit down. Mainly, the characters kind of do what they want, if you know what I mean.

Then the screen went black...

I panicked, because I cannot have my laptop breaking down now. It's off warranty and I can't deal with the expenses of fixing it!

"(Mom!)" Pedro yells, also a panicked note to his voice.

"(Mom, mom!)" Luís echoes his brother. Something is wrong... I look at them and the TV is also gone black! They turn their phones to me and they're both gone... So are mine... and the land line...

I leave the computer and go to the other rooms.

The kitchen's TV...

The kids' bedroom's...

And then I realize... there's no more music either!

I check the fuse box. Everything is on...which still wouldn't explain the laptop malfunctioning, since it's got a full battery, nor the cellphones.

I go for the door, to check the electricity counter outside, but suddenly my sons call for me. A frightened tone to their voices.

I run back into the living room, and my sons are holding together on the couch, the little one sobbing, grabbing his brother's t-shirt with all his might. And on my living room floor...

...Is a black kind of whirlpool...

And it's pulling everything inside!

I grab my cat, and I climb the table, trying to get to my sons.

I reach them, and get them on the table too. We have to get out of here! We have to leave the house!

Just as we're all on top of the table, the whirlpool enlarges and it reaches the table.

I can't even scream...

I hold my sons and tell them to close their eyes...

Because it'll be easier for them to face whatever that is with their eyes closed, right?

I keep gazing at my sons, with a feel of dread seeping through me as that thing pulls us in...

And its...

Like falling.

And then...nothing!

I blacked out!

I felt dizzy when I first opened my eyes... queasy even.

I got up, rubbing my eyes, adjusting to the sudden intense light. We're outside!

I looked around me, and see that my kids are with me, and they're safe. So was Manuela the cat! She's cowering on Luís' lap. She hates being outside!

"(Mommy, where are we?)" Pedro asked, walking to hold on to me as I got on my feet.

His question prompted me to try and get a sense of where we are. And that's when things got weird... REALLY weird!

Because I know these surroundings!

I know these trees, with an amber wood and golden leaves...

I know these plains...

These fields...

I know that complex standing just ten meters from us...

The round terracotta coloured buildings, linked between them to form a familiar farm...

"(No way...)" I muttered, more to myself than anything else.

I know all of this...

Because I wrote it!

I dreamed all of this! I've spent months imagining this!

This is my very own vision of the Daouneer Valley! And that homestead, is the Janson Farm!

"(Kids...)" I announced, with mixed feelings about it. "(Welcome to Taanab! MY headcanoned vision of Taanab!)"

"(You're kidding me!)" My older son blurted out, gaping at me.

Pedro looked up at me, trying to make sense of his mother's words. No doubt he thought I was going nuts!

But as we're deciding what to do next, a vehicle I know to be a speeder, pulled up next to the farm and two figures came out of it.

A lean, young blond man laughing at a dark haired man...

I know them!

And so do my sons! They've seen the comics. They've seen the drawing made by one of my mutuals on Tumblr.

Those men are, beyond a doubt, Tycho Celchu and Wes Janson!

And the four of us, just got dragged into the Galaxy Far Far Away!

Right into my 'Mission to Taanab' Fic...

"(I guess there's only one thing we can say, Mom.)" Luís grinned at me.

"(And just what would that be?)" I looked at him sideways.

"This is where the fun begins!" He answered, putting on his usual cocky grin.

"(I guess it's better than) 'I have a bad feeling about this...'" I added. "(Because actually...? I don't!)"

And that's how I am now, with my sons by my side, on the plains of the Daouneer Valley...

It's one of those cringy fanfic plots... Only it's no fucking fic! What it is, is one hell of a mess, that I just can't see the way out of!

Are we stuck here for good? Is there a way back?

Will I want to go back?

Only four people bind me to our reality, and I have two of them here with me! As for the rest, I truly see no interesting future for me. A lousily paid job that I don't even like. A feeling of never quite fitting, not really...belonging...

My every awaken hours that I'm not with my boys, I'm always here, In Taanab, or wherever I picture Wes, Tycho and the rest of them!

Maladaptive Daydreaming...

They even have a name for it now! For me it was a way to have my own little stories, my own little worlds.

There isn't a memory of myself, that doesn't include that part of me, and ever since the day I stood in front of a TV, eyes wide open, heart racing, watching at the events on Star Wars unfolding in front of me, that I was hopelessly captured by this amazing world!

And now here I am...

Stuck between incredulity and plain awe, I still wondered what we should do next. Do we go to them? Do we leave unannounced? To go where? I know everyone here, but at the same time I don't know anyone!

Or better yet... No one knows me.

Luís senses the conflict in me. He squeezes my shoulder while ruffling Pedro's hair.

"(It's your AU, mom! You've been writing this... If this was just another fic to be written, how would you go about it?)" He asked.

"(We can't expect to just walk the distance to Pandath, and find some solution there.)" I reasoned, picking up my hair in a ponytail and letting it go, as I always do when I'm thinking. "Any solution for our problem, if we have any, will be found right here... I hope...)"

Do you know that feeling when the hair on your neck stand, and you have that feeling...how would Luke Skywalker put it?... That you're being watched?

Yeah...

"Need some help?"

I know that voice...

I turned to the person standing right behind me. Wedge-freaking-Antilles!

And if you think I was surprised, you should have seen the look of the guy's face!

Three individuals turning to him, two of which are wearing Star Wars tee-shirts!

Pedro has his AT-AT shirt on, and I have my black tee with the Rebel Alliance logo and an X-Wing in front! Nice...

He's looking at us, a puzzled look on his face. Pointing at our tees, Captain Wedge Antilles, Hero of the Rebellion is clearly lost for words!

"It's seems, Captain, you're the one who's in need of help." At least my snarky personality kicks in really quick...

"Who in their right mind would wear those...things?" He finally manages to say.

"People like me and my sons!" I answer him. "Though I understand this is not the right place to go around sporting Star Wars clothing."

"Star Wars? What's that?" He wonders, looking at us sideways.

"It's complicated..." I tell him. "These are my sons. Luís can speak engl...sorry... Basic. Pedro here can't speak it so well. So anything you need to tell him, we'll have to translate to him."

"Right..." He mutters. "Maybe we should get inside. It seems those two have already returned from their excursion." He nods towards the figures of Wes and Tycho who seem to be engaged in a lively conversation. I try my best not to put on a silly smile on my face, since I know exactly what they did on their journey to the Daouli Valley... because I wrote it! "And no one was able to warn Janson of the surprise he's got waiting for him at the farm..."

Oh, right!

I almost forgot!

I hadn't written it yet, except for a loose idea on my Tumblr blog...

Mia is here with the kids!

This will be fun!

You know how there are instances where a small distance seems like it stretches, and you can't seem to get there?

Those few meters to the farm's main door felt to me like an eternity...

Wedge didn't make it in time to forewarn Wes, so when he opened the door a young blond girl with a huge smile on his face greeted him and Tycho.

We didn't get there to listen to their first interaction, but I know what was said! It was the last thing I wrote before landing here with the kids.

I wondered how it would go down, now that I had nothing else written about it, except that loose idea on Tumblr.

If I'm not there to write any more stuff, how does it go now? Can I just picture things in my mind and they happen? Or do they get free reins, and the story escapes my grasp? Because all I've written so far, I've done it on the other AU's. This one doesn't have a clear end!

Ok, so I do have the ficlets, where Wes and Tycho are married already, with two kids already. And I think that Character Encyclopaedia I've been putting together also counts. But as far as I know, from now on this may not take the exact path I had planned...

Poor Wes... The look on his face...

He's so dumbstruck by the fact his sister is here at this very moment, that I don't think he realized Wedge brought three extra people with him! But Tycho does!

And that's when I realize I was completely unprepared for this!

It's a bit overwhelming, to have all of these people standing in front of me... I can tell you, it's like floating. Like an out-of-body experience!

I don't even remember the door closing behind me. I can hardly take it all in as Wedge tries to introduce me to Tycho and Wes, only to remember he hasn't asked me my name!

"It's Élia." I tell him. The sound of my name rolls weirdly out of his tongue, so I tell them they can call me Elle or Ella, whatever they prefer.

"You should consider changing clothes, you know?" Tycho smirks at me. Damn it boy! Don't use my own sarcasm against me!

"Ya think?" I answer right back. "Thing is, we landed here without warning... and without luggage. Just me, the kids, and the cat!"

"Can I hold it?" Arlana lets herself be heard. She walks towards Pedro, and with a gentle smile picks up Manuela. She doesn't struggle, which is definitely weird for my antisocial cat! "What's her name?"

"Manuela." I answer.

"Mah-Noo-Ella..." She repeats. "Sounds pretty."

She goes to sit on the couch, while my sons decide it's better to remain silent for now... and close to me!

"I can help you with the clothes." The voice I knew I'd recognize, though I'd never heard it before echoes across the living room, and Wes face changes completely.

She sounds like Linda Thompson...

She reminds me of the song 'dimming of the day'...

Because it's the voice I've always imagined for Mia Janson!

Just my height, My original hair colour, but nothing else like me... Because she's as beautiful as I'd always wished I could be. She has the smile I don't have. She has the tanned complexion I'll never have... Me, who looks like I fell into a bucket of lye, will never ever be Mia! But she represents the image I would have in my dreams...

In a way she's me!

Luís squeezes my hand. He knows all that is boiling inside of me. How this is almost too much... because it's close to perfect!

The rest of us pretend we're invisible, as the siblings have their emotional reunion. It's better than anything I could write, to be honest...

It's love between brother and sister, despite everything life has thrown at them. Despite her marriage to Max, despite Wes running away to join the Alliance.

They hadn't seen each other in six long years...

I look surreptitiously at Tycho. He's gazing at the Jansons, lost in his own feelings.

I wish I could tell him...

It will be fine! He loves you too! He just needs time to come to grips with his own feelings. He needs to break away from all the 'formatting' his father inflicted on him. He needs time to accept there's nothing wrong about loving you. But he will, and he'll love you like he's never loved anyone before!

There is happiness at the end of this road...

But I know I can't. It wouldn't be fair to do so. I need to let them step into each others' path on their own rhythm...at their own pace...

For now, I prepare myself to explain my presence here! And that one will be quite the hurdle!

The rest of the introductions go smoothly, and even Pedro feels more at ease, asking all sorts of questions to his brother who his, for now, serving as his official translator.

Orin takes my sons upstairs along with Lady Serina, that had joined us on the living room, so they can find some clothes that will fit them.

I go with Mia, since we're the same height. Seeing me roll my eyes at the dresses she's brought with her, Mia chuckles at me, and opens some drawers where her old clothes are.

She hands me some blouses and pants – slacks and tunics, don't forget! - And I start sorting them. I pick a couple of black slacks, a green tunic, a yellow one and a black one.

I don't know how long I'll be here, so I better keep all of them...

I get dressed and she hands me these beautiful leather boots! They're black too!

I guess she found out by now I love black!

I tie my hair in a ponytail, and we get back into the living room.

The boys are also arriving in the living room, with Luís straightening Pedro's clothes.

My older son looks great with his clothes. They fit him perfectly. Pedro however, is another story... his dismayed look is quite obvious, and Mia rushes to him as Lady Serina hands her a box.

She starts getting pins on the slacks and the tunic, and Luís takes his brother back up.

Either he wants it or not, he has to get back into his previous clothes, while Mia goes to fix those garments, so it'll fit him.

These people don't know me...

But they're all willing to help.

I smile as I sit down and finally start making sense of it all!

I'm on a Star Wars fanfic! I actually got sucked right into this AU!

OH

MY

GOD!