Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars; all rights belong to the genius we know as George Lucas. Mara Jade is the creation of another genius named Timothy Zahn, while Callista Ming was created by Barbra Hambly another gifted individual. I'm just borrowing. I'm not making any type of profit off this story, I'm writing for my own enjoyment and hopefully to the enjoyment of others.
Author's Notes: Because I'm sure I'm not the only one who has wondered if the Skywalkers had a quiet honeymoon to themselves.
Italics indicate inner monologues, (indicate telepathic dialogue)
Prologue
I don't ask for much, Mara Jade Skywalker thought as she wandered down the dark, damp hallway of an ancient abandoned temple. Not really, I just wanted a small, quiet wedding, but noooooooo, it had to be a gigantic to-do at Coruscant. At least the Jedi ceremony was private, but still is it so hard for us to have a quiet, private honeymoon? Is it so impossible for Skywalker and I to have a week to ourselves where the galaxy doesn't have a huge emergency or where we don't get involved with some type of civil dispute between the locals? Well? She asked herself. Mara began to think that something in the Force just didn't like her as she came to a stop due to the rest of the hallway being blocked off by downed rocks. She'd have to turn around and back track to find another way out of the labyrinth she found herself in.
Retracing her steps, Mara turned a corner. How did this happen? She was on her honeymoon; she was suppose to be spending some quality time with her husband; she was suppose to be enjoying the local landscape and relaxing before she'd have to return to the organized chaos call her life in the New Republic. Instead, she was lost, who knows where, in an underground temple on the planet, with no sign on how to get out. Well, at least she wasn't alone, and she knew that Luke would do all he could to find her once he realized she was missing.
On the other hand, considering who she was stuck with, maybe it would have be nicer if she was alone.
"Any luck?" Her companion asked her when she returned to their makeshift campsite.
Mara found herself looking straight into a pair of gray eyes belonging to Callista Ming, the one time lover of her husband. Oh yes, something in the Force definitely hates me.