Dedication: For my dear Nicole! Tis finally up girl!
Thanks: To my many readers who encouraged me to write this! Love you guys! And also to my beta, MiaTieska for all of her assistance with this story!
Author: Jaid
Genre: AU; Angst; Action
Disclaimer: The world is entirely in the pocket of George Lucas. I have slipped it out so I can play with it, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, depending on how you look at it) I didn't manage to snatch the deed to it so it still belongs to the Almighty God Lucas.
Summary: When Mara Skywalker was in a speeder accident, she becomes frightened, selfdoubting and emotionally broken. As the strong woman struggles to regain control of her life, the one thing she thought she could count on disappears...
Author's Notes: This story is the sequel for my songfic 'Words Miscommunicate'and if you want this to make any sense at all, you really, really should go read that first...
WARNING:
This story is filled with depression, darkness and angst. Not just "filled", I mean Filled. My readers are starting to get OD'ed off of it.
Please, proceed with Caution.
Prologue
"I love you too, Mara." Luke whispered softly as he sat by her side in the cool, shining room. An IV drip stood silently to one side of the bed, the pale liquid hydrating the still form. The slender hand almost reflected the harsh florescent light and the thick needle on the back of her hand glittered, even through the gauze and tape that tried to mask the ugliness of it all. A thin sheet was pulled up under her arms, the gown that they had dressed her in barely covering her. Slender silver wires slid underneath the fabric to attach to tiny censors attached to her translucent skin.
"I love you," Luke whispered again, desperate for a response. The room was empty of the Force, effects of the Ysalamiri that surrounded it. Mara had tried to kill herself with the Force and the memories she had replayed in her mind caused havoc with her system. The doctors said it was too dangerous. She was to be sealed off from the Force.
"Mara, I-I love you…" Luke's voice cracked. "Ca-" he cut himself off and took a deep breath and tried to ask again. "Can you hear me?"
The room was empty of noise. More of a lack of something than something that was natural; it was quiet, dead. Luke shivered; then he noticed what was wrong about the silence. It wasn't complete. It struck him that it was something of a sacrilege that something was disturbing the tranquility of the room.
The silence was still incomplete, and the steady drip of the IV resounded in the room.
Mara never stirred.
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Hmm... will Mara ever wake up?