Hey, this is an idea I came up with on a whim because I had Star Wars on the brain. This is a Luke and Mara story hopefully she's in character *Fingers crossed* Mara gets in trouble and has no other option but to call Luke using the Force so he can help her. It will deal with her struggle with the hatred/psychological need to kill him to remain loyal to the Emperor as well as her feelings for Luke. I'm hoping it turns out lol. Anyway, it's slightly Au and probably not perfect but hope you like it. Read and review and tell me what you think. Thanks for all your support :) ~Serria Spell23.

A/N: Oh and sorry for the cliffhanger I was kind of eager to get this up.

Ch.1-Injured

"You let me in and begin to show it. We're terrified 'cuz we're heading straight for it. You're in the song playing on the background. All alone but you're turning up now. And everyone is rising to meet you, to greet you. Turn around and you're walking toward me. I'm breaking down and you're breathing slowly. Say the word and I will be your man, your man"

Say When~ The Fray

I raised my blaster crouching from my position out of the way of my target. After firing a few shots, watching them ricochet off the wall and hit the Stormtrooper to my immediate left, I straightened gazing around. Checking my surroundings, my eyes snapped to the other side of the room as I reflexively shot the trooper without even thinking. Sometimes I loved being force-sensitive other times…let's just say it had its perks but it also had its shortcomings.

Once I assured the way was clear, the remaining foes—the weaker ones— seemed a bit intimidated by the sight of my blaster. I sighed this wasn't the ideal situation to be in at the moment. If anyone from my smugglers circle caught wind who I was fighting they would start to doubt my loyalties. True, smuggles did not absolutely approve of the Empire however we were supposed to stay neutral. Although, as time passed I felt myself being slowly swayed over to the Rebels even if it was inadvertent. I still held to my old grudges from when I served under the Empire as the Emperor's Hand. One in particular drove me to the brink of madness—my hatred for Luke Skywalker—the man who destroyed my life by killing my Master who'd given me everything. Power, respect and a home all of that was gone now.

As the Emperor's last vendetta, I now would do anything to kill Skywalker, ripping him from existence would give me great pleasure.

I ran down the hall, retaliating enemy fire as I went. I just had to make it to the hanger where I landed Karrde's ship, the Wild Karrde although he wasn't with me I'd elected to take this mission on my own. It was going fine. I arrived on Tatooine, did some dealings and was ready to head back until Stormtroopers cornered me and began shooting. So naturally I returned the favor. A few minutes later, I entered the ship, sitting in the captain's chair, deciding to catch my breath. Suddenly as the adrenaline rush waned, I realized that I had two blaster burns a rather big one on my shoulder and another small one on my leg. I gazed at the singed pant leg, shrugging.

"Oh well," I muttered, a tinge of annoyance in my voice. Hearing commotion behind me, I turned my chair, glancing out the starboard window. I groaned internally when I saw my pursuers. The squad of Stormtroopers—flying a couple feet behind me—tailing me I knew it!

"They probably think I'm a rebel." I spat out the word as if it were a curse I was not that brainwashed not after what he did to the Empire. I had my own principles and I refused to let them become watered down for the sake of diplomacy. Preforming a quick maneuver, I dodged the storm of laser fire, swerving out of the reach of the imperial cruisers. A bolt clipped the ship's wing as I moved to safety. I knew that the probability of them causing me to crash would increase if I did not call for help. However, Karrde warned me before I departed any long-distance incoming or outgoing transmissions would likely be intercepted by the Empire—as a way of tracking my location—I really didn't enjoy looking over my shoulder all the time.

I scowled, gritting my teeth against the pain beginning to flood my veins. If I could not rely on Karrde for aide in this situation I'd have to resort something that undoubtedly showed how desperate I was I'd have to call upon my sworn enemy. Sighing, I cleared my mind. Since we met I realized I always had the option of communicating with Skywalker through the Force if ever I needed assistance but I tended to avoid that avenue at all costs. Psychically linking myself to the mind of the man I was determined to assassinate not a wise move. However, I could think of no alternative.

I closed my eyes, using the Force to find him. Sensing his calm aura enter my mind, I involuntarily grimaced.

Yes Mara?

I frowned as I replied, Skywalker, not that care but how did you know it was me?

Your hate interrupted my mediation, he thought amusement flickering briefly within it. What is it?

Oh forgive me! I wouldn't be contacting you however I have no choice. The coms are jammed and even if I did attempt to use them the Empire could track my location.

Skywalker sighed. All right, where are you and what's the situation?

I couldn't believe I was entrusting my enemy to get me out of this predicament I guess I'd have to suck up my pride for the moment. Heaving a frustrated a sigh, I finally conceded and told him where I resided after about two minutes of silence. Just off Tatooine and Stormtroopers want to blast me out of the sky why do you think I am in your head, Skywalker?! He chuckled, sensing my irritation through our bond still he could not resist the opportunity to tease me.

Don't you still have ties to the Empire?

Any of my ties vanished when you destroyed my Master. Do not test me or I will be tempted to kill you.

Point taken, Mara. Do you still require a rescue?

The teasing note lingering in my enemy's thoughts did nothing to sooth the sarcastic response I was currently nursing. Well I don't really have a choice, do I? It's either accept your help or die!

So yes?

I groaned, fantasizing about violently shooting Skywalker's head off with my blaster. I ran my fingers through my red-gold hair, debating whether I should let myself be consumed by stubbornness and reject his generous assistance but then I'd be left to drift alone with a very minimal chance of rescue. I sighed and swallowed—my pride and self-respect peeling away by a layer as I gave my answer. Yes come and get me. Skywalker, I swear if you tell anyone that I deliberately contacted you I will kill you!

He laughed. So you say, Mara. I'll be there soon.

Once the man's presence faded from my mind, I finally regained the concentration I'd lost in our conversation as I begrudgingly requested his support. He always caused me to become so flustered, picking my brain about my past was getting infuriating. I shook my head, scolding myself for my lack of focus—my task was clear Skywalker would stay an adversary I only required his help. Time ticked by until I heard the familiar hum of his X-Wing's engine. Glancing out the window, I grimaced again, realizing he had come instead of leaving me to my own devices—like I would have preferred—it was a longshot I knew he was too good-hearted for that. After attaching it to the Wild Karrde using his tow cables, the Jedi ejected himself, climbing up its ladder, opening the hatch on the top and dropping into the cockpit landing on his feet.

A smirk twisted my lips. "Skywalker," I commented, "impeccable timing as always." Rolling my green eyes toward him, I pushed a stray behind my ear, measuring his expression. "You know how make an entrance, I'll give you that. I suppose you want a thank you?" The sarcasm in my voice leaked noticeably as I raised an eyebrow. My enemy shrugged, taking the co-plot's seat next to me, gazing into my eyes evenly.

"It's not necessary, Mara. I only desire your safety my sole purpose is to escort you Coruscant and have you medically evaluated." He glanced pointedly at the burn on my shoulder, the skin raw and in need of attention.

My mouth set into a hard line. "What are you talking about? I'm fine. I am able to handle myself, Skywalker. I don't need you!"

"Then why did you call me?"