Penpals
by Saber Girl Leia
Luke and Mara meet just after ANH and become friends as they have no idea of each others positions or political views. Yet... LuM, also LeH. Again, rating mostly to be safe.
A better title is hopefully going to appear at some point. Suggestions appreciated.
Yes! I know what you're all saying! You're saying "Saber Girl Leia! Bad girl! Finish all those other fics you've started before you write another." Sorry 'bout that, but I have to write whatever plot bunny punches me in the face. I am working on several others, but I will do my best to update whenever I can. If this goes as well as "Baby Mine" and "The Force Runs Strong in My Family" then that will be fairly often.
Disclaimer: The characters and some of the situations and locations in the fic are the brain-children of George Lucas and Timothy Zahn. Everybody who helped out on the movies and books should get some credit too, but there's no way I'm listing them all here. Mara and Luke belong to each other and themselves; same with Leia and Han. ;)
Constructive criticism is LOVED! And even if you just want to say anything, good or bad, please review.
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"C'mon Luke, you know you want to," Han Solo prodded his friend. "There aren't enough girls in the Rebellion, and you need to lighten up a little. I'm sure there isn't a girl alive who wouldn't jump at the chance to be with Luke Skywalker." He winked. "Wish it was the same with me."
Luke frowned. He was good friends with Leia Organa, and for the moment, that was enough for him. "You go ahead, Han. And if you think I'm going to be advertising my identity, you're nuts!"
Han shrugged and grasped his friend's arm in a vise-like grip. He steered the shorter man under the aging neon sign which read 'Singles Club.'
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The pirate hustled his friend inside, then hurried to lose him in the crowd. He didn't want it to seem like he was losing his edge... But the Princess- Leia- would never even glance at him if she thought he was meeting women left and right.
Of course, if she would ever as much as look at him at all was fairly unlikely anyway.
But great galaxy, she was beautiful!
Giving a last, smug glance at the blond man trying in vain to mingle by the bar, and another regretful one to the women around him, Han slipped away.
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Mara Jade was lonely. It was a strange occurrence for Mara to have true feelings of her own. She served her master. She was happy when he was happy. She hated with his hatred, and shared his dark joy.
But occasionally, in the times between kills, a little suppressed voice in Mara nagged at her. When it came she hated it. But sometimes, in those shadowed times when it was hard to tell the difference between dark and light, she longed for it. If nothing else, it was one of the last symbols of the assassin's humanity and soul.
How to quell this longing? If only there was someone she could talk to, really talk to. She was forbidden to inform anyone of her position. All of the Imperial Court knew her as one of the Emperor's private dancers. In their minds she was classed with the likes of that too-proud concubine Roganda Ismaren.
So she could not go to them for friendship. Friendship... a strange word to her. But Palpatine had never forbidden relationships, so long as they did not interfere with her loyalties to the Emperor and his Empire. But mostly to the Emperor.
Maybe a man would do her good, she mused. But who?
The Emperor's Hand went to a nearby Holonet database and began a search.
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Review, please! Constructive criticism welcomed!