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Chapter
One
Luke awoke one morning to the distinct feeling that something was not right. He continued to lie in bed with his eyes closed, trying to figure it out. It was completely quiet in the room except for the songs of the birds outside and the snoring of the person asleep beside him.
Wait… Mara doesn't snore, Luke remembered with a slight frown.
Sitting up, he opened his eyes and looked around. Past the foot of the bed was a work desk with a datapad on it. A full-length mirror hung beside the desk. To the left of the mirror was a door, probably leading to the rest of the house. On the other side of the door was an exquisitely-carved dresser, and the left wall of the room had two doors.
This is definitely not my room.
His eyes moved slowly around the room until they reached the figure of the person beside him. He jumped out of bed, stifling a cry. The farmboy in him that he had kept hidden for so long was threatening to break out any second now.
Get a grip, Luke, the Jedi Master in him said. There is a logical explanation for why you're in the same bed as your sister's husband…
Luke looked down as he felt a brush of fabric against his legs.
…and why you're in a dress…
His hands reached up to touch extremely long hair. Putting some in front of his face, he saw that it was brown.
…and why your hair has turned brown and tripled in length.
"Okay, I've got to get to the 'fresher," he muttered to himself, though the voice that came out of his mouth didn't seem to be his own. "This is all a fake dream Mara stuck in my head with the Force. Yeah. She's just sitting in bed, laughing her head off right now."
He opened the door and saw a large selection of clothes.
This is Han and Leia's room, you idiot, his inner calm scolded him. The 'fresher is the door next to the closet, remember?
Sighing, he opened the correct door and entered the large space. Flicking on the lights, he turned to look in the mirror.
Leia's face looked back at him.
No, no, no, no, no… this is not happening! He cupped his face in his hands, and so did the reflection.
I am not in Leia's body!
Yeah, you are. Isn't it obvious?
No, this is all a Force-dream made by Mara, remember?
Do you usually feel sick in a dream?
The calm, reasonable Jedi Master in him was telling the truth. His mind was a whirr and his stomach was churning… or was it Leia's stomach? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he felt extremely sick which he wouldn't have if this were all a dream. A few seconds later, he was vomiting into the sink.
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Why is this mattress so hard? Leia wondered as she awoke. She poked her elbow into it. After a few prods, she shook it off. It's probably a figment of my imagination. When did I ever remember how hard my bed was, anyways?
Shaking off her usual morning grogginess, she rolled over, murmuring, "Han?"
Instead, she saw a familiar redhead asleep by her--Luke's wife. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could start to panic, the calm, collected personality she had ever since she got involved in politics took over.
Have you been drinking lately? It asked. Maybe some time last night?
No.
Are you sure?
Do I look like I'm having a hangover? Leia wondered just how she managed to get into these mental arguments with herself.
Are you still asleep?
Leia reached over to pinch her side when she realized something.
These are not my hands and I'm not wearing a shirt. Oh Force.
Desperate, she pinched as hard as she could.
"Ow," she hissed. I am definitely not asleep.
This puts a new spin on things, her calm self pondered, taking in her shirtlessness. Now, about Mara... Have you ever had feelings of--
NO!
She got up and headed for the full-length mirror she had put on the wall behind the door in the guest room Mara and Luke shared.
Luke. She paused. If she was in the room, then where was Luke? After a few seconds, she went to the mirror. He was probably already up having breakfast or something. Everything was starting to make a lot less sense.
Looking up, she expected to see her face in the mirror, but she was greeted with a nasty surprise. The reflection was a ghastly sight. In denial, she stuck her tongue out at it.
The reflection did the same.
She flapped her hands in the air.
The reflection did the same.
She pulled both her ears and jumped up and down.
The reflection did the same.
Okay, you're in Luke's body. The calm personality spoke up again.
Yes, I know that!
So where's your body?
I don't know… maybe… maybe…I got trapped in a computer and Luke died and the Force put me in his body?
Oh, shut up and go to your bedroom.
Not sparing a backwards glance, Leia quietly left the room and made for the master bedroom in the house.
