Well, I thought it would be cute…

I counted down the days. I didn't know why; there was just something so unsettling when Qui-Gon Jinn wasn't around.

Granted, I did my best not to rely on him anymore than I did anyone else. Granted, this was a bit difficult when he was trying to help. Granted, a few days later he returned from the mission. My tenseness left me like a 'whoosh.' And I didn't take anything for granted anymore. His presence wasn't to be taken for granted.

I was still perturbed; as we still argued. I felt like I wanted to argue with him. I didn't want to seek friendship or comfort from him, because I was losing my independence.

So my resilience grew. It grew with our quarrels.

---New Apsolon---

I had plenty of time to think in the sensory deprivation device. All I could think about was what he had told me. About our love. It seemed so far away, although it had only been days ago. He seemed so far away; even though I knew he was hours away.

He was coming, and that was my only comfort. Sometimes, during my stronger moments, I could feel him in the force- reaching out to help me. Reaching out to give me some comfort. It wasn't as good as having his physical self around.

But I would hold onto it until I fell into unconsciousness. I just couldn't hold on.

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To be out in the fresh air wasn't enough. To be out and free and rescued wasn't good enough. Maybe I was demanding, but hearing his voice was the best thing in the galaxy.

Funny, I never would have thought- not in a million years- that I would have felt that way about him. Instead of friend, he was love.

It made things so much smoother.

Of course, I wanted to see him, too. But I would never be able to do that. If the privilege of sight wasn't on my side, I highly doubted the gift of life was. We would be so fortunate to make it out alive.

And now he was carrying me. He was going to carry me all the way to safety, if he had to. I feared being a burden, so I told him to leave me. None of them would.

I should have known.

This gave me even more time to think. In sub consciousness, but not in sleep. Just… resting. Even though we were on a strange world, with enemies surrounding us… I was happy. If I had to die at that moment, I would have died content.

Because I was safe in his strong arms. I was sound soaking in his warmth and his scent; drawing strength from it. And he kept calm- just for me, because he knew when I needed peace.

And I knew I would be fine- wrapped in my security blanket.

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