A/N This story is based on Kelaria's fic Bad Boys Jedi style. You will probably not be able to understand the nuances and asides of this fic unless you have read Kelaria's fic first.

As they snuggled together, Luke and Mara were engrossed in a determined bout of kissing and fondling. The simple release of the contact was immense, as was the relief that they no longer had to pretend feelings, or to be precise, the lack thereof, that were false in any way to them.

The final discovery that they were not half-siblings, and that the baby they had once made together, by accident, wouldn't have been born of any form of incest, had allowed the two to rapidly rekindle their shared, if denied, amorous desires, and once again become an item.

Both Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker had been booked for Jedi Night watch, and were out of the temple, on the move, providing an escort to the alarmed, the vulnerable, and the lonely. And so the youngest master in the order, along with his father's former padawan, were laying together in the same bed, relearning old skills and pleasures.

Once they had spent their passion, a process which took them several hours to achieve, after such a long period over which it had slowly built up., Luke raised himself onto his elbows from a prone position beside Mara and leant over her, gently kissing her neck just below her jaw, before gently caressing her breasts. "I love you," he whispered to her. "So very much." He began to twist her round towards him, gently and carefully, aiming for another round of lovemaking with her. Gently, he made contact with her lips, stroking her back and revelling the way the skin gave just slightly, but was silky smooth and just the right temperature to be truly luxurious on his fingers. As he continued to massage the small of her back, Mara let out a sudden groan of pleasure, before she rolled on top of him whispering "don't stop, Luke." as their lips met and she straddled his hips.

Then, suddenly, and before they could take matters further, the doors to the room sprang open; a force field activated over the still open window, and the lights thudded on, blasting the two with a sudden halogen glare. Shapes moved through the sudden, painful brightness, yelling "DON'T MOVE DON'T MOVE DON'T MOVE!" Stunned into inaction by the sudden bright lights and the loud yells, Luke and Mara just sat there, en flagrante as the figures resolved into Jedi, or at least humanoids wearing Jedi temple service staff uniforms and black ski masks, and carrying what looked like stun batons, along with blaster pistols. Then Luke reacted, twisting towards his lightsaber, while throwing Mara over same side of the bed, into the slight gap formed by the bedside cabinet.

He didn't reach the weapon. Instead, a baton cracked down on his right arm, sending it into spasm inches short of the hilt of his lightsaber, before both arms were twisted, suddenly and brutally, behind his back. "Kriff." He grunted, just before a knee smashed all of the air out of his body, pressing into the small of his back.

The last time his arms hand been held like that was during his training for police actions and the detention of suspects, so it came as no great surprise to him when, a few seconds later he felt a cold, hard band press against the top of his right wrist, before there was a second band locked tight around the bottom half of the wrist. The process was repeated on his left arm, which was positioned so as to face the opposite direction to his right arm, minimising the movement available even with his hands secured behind his back. The last thing the man kneeling on his back did before releasing the pressure somewhat was to secure a collar skin tight around Luke's neck, which caused him to suddenly lose all of his force sense of his surroundings.

While Luke was being handcuffed, Mara had rummaged through her discarded clothes until she found the emergency alarm connected to her master's comlink. She just managed to press the activate button before it was ripped out of her hands, and her force-inhibitor chip was flicked on, cutting off the first sparks of a force lightning blast she had been about to throw at the group of attackers. She was then dragged out from the gap, before being pressed face down and being cuffed in the same fashion as Luke had been.

Once both prisoners were confined, the gang placed them side by side on the bed, before pressing a hypo into each prisoner's back just below the shoulder blade. As his vision darkened, Luke broke through the fog of both drug and collar to send a single emotional signal to his father: Help. Then it all went black for him.

Sorry about the short length of the chapter. Please consider this a prologue, or perhaps a pre-title sequence.

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