Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything.
If These Characters Could Talk
Mara Jade stood in the room, invisible to the man at the desk. The light from the computer screen reflected off his glasses, which were trying to fall off his nose every time he scrunched his face in thought. Occassionaly, he would scratch his goatee or run his hand through his hair before beginning to type again.
Pushing her red hair behind her ears, Mara went to look over her creator's shoulder. She examined the words on the screen carefully and frowned at what she saw.
"What are you doing to me, Tim?" she asked, even though he wouldn't answer her. "Now, I know you and I have been separated for a few years, and some other authors have been writing my life, but aren't you supposed to be righting wrongs, not perpetuating them." Her green eyes narrowed as he typed another sentence. "Wait a minute, didn't I want to kill him when you brought me into the world?"
Timothy Zahn didn't answer. As she watched him continue to type, she felt her stomach tie up in knots. He had just signed away her life. A moment later, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked behind her and saw her friend, soon to be husband, looking at her.
"Can you believe this?" she asked him, gesturing towards the author that had just brought them together.
Luke walked over to read the screen. She heard him sigh and when he looked up, she knew he had the same opinion that she did.
"I do love you, Mara, but in that platonic, non-threatening kind of way. Besides, you did want to kill me for a good portion of our first year knowing each other. I didn't think that sort of thing could be so easily overlooked."
Mara nodded. "And besides, can you really see me coming up with pet names for you? I'll be still calling you 'Skywalker' when we're old and grey."
They both laughed.
Luke and Mara were leaning on either corner of the new desk, reading as Mike spun their life together. Once in awhile, they would look at each other, an eyebrow raised in confusion or amusement.
"Skywalker, can you enlighten me? When did I become a docile, weak, lovey-dovey woman who wanted nothing more than to be carrying your child?"
"About the same time that I fell in love with you, which I think I missed." He squinted at the screen. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be suffering from some terrible disease? A smart woman like you wouldn't want to bring a child into the world if you were ill."
Mara nodded emphatically. "Yes thank you." She pointed to the author. "Could you please tell him that?"