Let's Not Interfere

Summary: Two siblings from Earth are thrown into the Star Wars Universe: Lauren and Damien.

This was co-written with my sister, DragonRidingSorceress.

Prologue

Lauren looked around again. She was standing in a narrow, apparently rarely-used alley between two buildings. The building were small and squat, and the same dull, dingy colour as the coarse sand beneath her feet. The air was hot and dry, and high above, two suns shone down. Two parts of her mind warred; the fantasist, who firmly believed in dragons, extra-terrestrial life, and more importantly, Star Wars; and the amateur scientist, who knew that Earth did not have two suns, and travelling to the nearest binary system would take years at the speed of light.

'I have no idea how…' thought Lauren, 'but this looks like Tatooine. So, the question is, how did I get here? Is this some trick of Damien, Maddy and/or Sarah? I wouldn't put it past them.'

A young boy came hurrying around the corner, and she forced herself not to gasp. 'That's Anakin!' Then she caught herself. 'Unless this is a joke… then it's just some kid who looks remarkably like Jake Lloyd in Episode I'

The Anakin-look-a-like stopped when he saw her, apparently sensing that she was confused. There was an awkward moment as they stood, staring at each other. Then, Lauren decided to break the silence. She cleared her throat. "Um, do you think you could help me? I'm kinda lost."

Looking intrigued, the boy asked, "Well, where are you trying to go?"

Lauren shook her head. "I don't actually know. I don't even know where I am."

The boy smiled grimly. "Well, if there's a bright centre to the universe, you're on the planet furthest from it."

She stared at him for a second. 'Don't tell me I've managed to find Luke-bloody-Skywalker!' she complained to herself. 'I don't want to meet him! He's the least-hot of the guys in the movies.'

Disdainfully, she replied, "I was already fairly sure I was on Tatooine. Is this Mos Espa, or Mos Eisley?"

"Mos Espa," said the boy. There was concern in his eyes. "Are you ok? Do you have anywhere to go?"

She hesitated, before shaking her head. "Yes, I think I'm fine. But no, I don't have anywhere to go."

The boy thought for a second, and then said, "Follow me. You can stay at my place for a little while. Mom won't mind." Lauren winced at his American pronunciation of the word.

But something else also registered. 'Oh, thank God! It's not Luke! It is Anakin!'

"Thank you, A-" She caught herself, changing her words from Anakin to "Eh, what did you say your name was?"

The boy grinned up at her. "I'm Anakin Skywalker," he introduced himself.

'SCORE!' Lauren shouted mentally. Aloud, she said, "I'm Wren," extending her hand to him. "Actually, it's Lauren, but everyone calls me Wren."

They shook hands, and he led her to his house.

As he walked, Anakin glanced back at the strange girl behind him. She had pale skin, straight, honey-blonde hair and green, almond-shaped eyes. This off-worlder worried him, a lot.


Damien stared, shocked by the sight before him.

It was a fountain. There were five tiers of basins, supported by a sculpted pillar. From the top of the pillar, water was spurting up into the air before falling to fill the first tier. From there, it cascaded down to the lower levels, before reaching the pond at the base.

It was a very nice fountain. But it wasn't supposed to be there.

He leaned forwards, looking at his reflection. Confused blue eyes stared up at him from a tanned face topped by short-cropped dark-blonde hair.

He felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Put your hands up," growled a rather unfriendly voice.

Damien considered asking, "Why should I?" but decided against it. He raised his hands.

"Good."

The pressure on his back remained, and another man moved to stand in front of Damien. He wore a red uniform which looked vaguely familiar. He was pointing an odd-looking gun at Damien's chest.

"Now," he asked, "are you going to come with us quietly? We really want to know what you're doing in the Palace Gardens.

'Palace Gardens!? What?' "Yeah, I'll come. I mean, it doesn't look like I have much choice."

They then marched Damien down into a holding cell, ordering him to be quiet until someone decided to question him.