Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: I hate this. I don't even own Seefor. I OWN A NITWIT AND THAT'S IT.
Kat was awoken by an arm suddenly hitting her on the head.
Sunlight was streaming through the windows, telling her that she had slept in. Again. Not that had concerned her a great deal. One of her favourite hobbies was sleeping in.
What did concern her was the unconscious body next to her. Tossing and turning like a madman and sweating like a waterfall.
"Luke?" Kat squinted at the sudden movements of his body.
"Help… please." He muttered in his sleep as his chest rose and fell with great speed.
Kat sighed as she moved closer to him. This wasn't the first time it had happened.
"Help me! Please… the pain…" he clawed at the sheets as he voice rose.
Kat sat up closer to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Shhh, love. I'm here. You're safe."
His body withered underneath the thin sheets. "Please! The pain!" he grasped for air as his murmurs turned to yells of torture.
"Please, Luke," Kat cooed softly into his ear. "you're safe with me."
Kat's heart kept tearing apart like it did most mornings.
"No… don't take her… don't take her from me!"
All she could do was try calm him down and wait.
"Huh… no, don't! No!" suddenly look broke from his dream, sitting up straight and using the Force to grab the closest lightsaber and igniting the yellow blade.
Kat crawled to the head of the bed in fright as Luke wondered what had caused him to do such a sudden act. He glared at the lightsaber as he continued to pant. "Did I-" he questioned. "Did I have another dream?" he turned his head to face the frightened girl.
Kat swallowed down the lump in her throat. He doesn't even remember. "Yeah," she nodded. "But I wouldn't call them dreams, Luke."
He turned his head back around, turning Kat's lightsaber off and gently dropped it onto the floor next to the bed. "Did I scare you?"
Kat suddenly felt self-conscious and brought the sheets up to cover her bare chest. "Uh… no. No, I'm fine."
He kept his back towards her, rubbing his face in his palms.
Her expression softened as she watched his bare shoulders heave and fall. Dropping the sheets she crawled behind him and wrapped her arms around his body and buried her face into his shoulder, letting her wavy, curly white hair fall down his chest.
Luke's neck craned to see the girl that clung onto his back. Kat's head lifted with her hair going in all directions, and gave him a warming smile.
She felt the coldness from within him dissolve as he smiled back at her. With the new encouragement boost, she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, tilting her head from side to side.
He laughed.
He shifted his body so he could face her. He placed both hands on her shoulders and pinned her down to the bed as she let out fits of laughter. He started down at her lovingly before laying down on top of her, wrapping his legs around hers and snuggling his head into the crook of her neck.
"You're an idiot." Kat smiled and kissed his hair.
"Mhmm." Luke's voice vibrated against her neck as he traced lines on her belly with his fingertips, sending a tickling sensation through her body.
They remained in pleasant silence for a few more minutes. No words or sounds but their breathing.
"Well," Luke shuffled onto his side and propped himself up with his elbow. "we made it."
Kat stretched her arms up and winced slightly. "Well, I guess we kind of did."
It was on Tatooine, and in Old Ben's hut. But nonetheless they were on a planet alone together with no interruptions, no job to be done and no one to ask them questions. Only Artoo was with them, but he had been switched off for the past few days and remained in the next room, and there was only minor talk of Project: Han Solo.
"Too much sand." Kat concluded. "It gets damn everywhere. How the hell did you grow up like this?"
Luke rolled his eyes. "Copping it on the chin and not complaining about it is how I grew up with it. No, the things you complain about here are power converters."
"What?"
Luke dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand. "Doesn't matter."
Kat rolled to her side and stuck her head in one of the pillows.
"How are you?"
Kat turned her head slightly so she could view him with one eye. "A bit sore, actually."
Luke just stared at her in confusion.
"I never realised how much my stomach muscles would be doing." She admitted. "I should probably do more exercise than running from somebody that's trying to kill me." She muffled into the pillow.
"Funny. That seems to happen on a daily basis." Luke grinned.
"Shush, you butterface knob."
"I'll try and take that to offence." He moved closer to her and gently placed his hands to her shoulders. "Relax."
"What are-" she raised her head slightly.
"Relax." He commanded a second time.
"If you tickle me again I swear I'll do something drastic."
"You pulled your lightsaber out on me last time," he said as he kneaded her shoulders. "I wouldn't dare. I can't imagine something more drastic than that."
"I'll actually use it."
"Fair enough." He continued massaging her back, gradually going further down. As he started massaging her shoulder blades, he heard the weirdest and most inhuman voice he had ever heard.
Kat frowned and sat up to see Luke had fallen down onto the bed as he laughed.
"What was that?" he managed to let out. "You sounded like a baby gundark cross a bird."
She swatted him across the head. "That was me enjoying your backrub! Finish the job, you bantha fodder!"
Luke gently pushed her back down onto the bed and resumed the job with a last little laugh.
Kat relaxed back into the comfort of the pillows and sheets. Luke managed to knead out every knot and ache in her back and turned her into a boneless heap.
Crashing down next to her, Luke breathed out a heavy sigh in content, leaving his real, left hand on her back, admiring the girl lying next to him.
Luke wondered about Kat; the fact she had been through her trials and was now a fully-fledged Jedi Knight. If anything, she should be the one conducting Project: Han Solo.
But, as she had made out numerous times before, she hates plans. Luke would have to keep her from spoiling this one, but he didn't think she should be alone for a few days. It was carefully thought out, and the last thing he needed was the woman he loved running through Jabba's palace with her two ligthsabers in hand and war-crying he way towards the carbonite man. And falling over on her way.
"So what happens now?" Kat asked.
Luke sighed. "You follow somebody's lead. Don't rush into it."
"Aww, but-"
"Shh. No 'Dravvaadas-ing' your way through. This has no work. No mistakes."
"But no plans are how I avoid the 'no mistakes' thing."
"All you have to do is follow someone else's lead. You can do that. I have total faith in you."
Kat looked at Luke and stared him right in the eyes. The fact he believed entirely in her…
So that's how I'll do it.
Ok, I'm back and soon. I have my goal to finish this by September the 5th so pressure me to do so.
Teehee. Can't wait for the next few chapters, and Dagobah again! Kat won't actually go back to Dagobah (somebody knew comes along but spoilers so shhhhh).
Expect Chapter 2 to come up soon. "Soon" as in an hour.
- yoda-is-cool