Well... next chapter.

I'm not sure how's it gonna work. I'm not sure how you like this style.

I don't know if anybody ever parodied Mary Sue/ Gary Stu but now I tried it. (and keep trying in the next chapters, throughout the story :))

Also there are different kind of references to songs, performers, games, movies, books and such. Tell me how you feel about it.

Now let's continue the story...

She just stood there frozen as I was kissing her. When she finally put her brain back in gear, instead of kissing me back, I got a fist in my face with such a force that my lips met with the nearby wall as well.

'Don't do that again!' She hissed and shook her hand, trying to ease the pain. I was just holding my abused head in my hands, and cursing loudly.

'Jesus girl, chill out...' I groaned and felt my whole face was going numb from the pain. 'Ah... why does it hurt so much?' I was almost shouting in frustration. 'This shouldn't be happening... I can't believe it's real...' I turned to Kara and looked up at her face.

'Of course it's real you moron!' She replied, still annoyed by my previous action. 'I prefer not being a fictional character you know...' She came to me and removed my hands from covering my recently bruised face. 'Let me have a look.'

As she touched my bleeding lip, I felt some kind of energising force wash over me, starting from her fingertip. She immediately withdrew her hand wide eyed, looking at it in disbelief. 'This can't be... I've never felt it in ages...' She muttered as she observed her hand.

'You can feel the Force again.' I said and she looked at me shocked. She was staring at me, not saying a word for a long time.

'But... but I don't think I want to...' She stopped and was lost in her thoughts. 'Last time... I just couldn't...' Her voice was very soft, quiet and full of regret. She wasn't this.. cowardly? No not a good word. She wasn't this... helpless in the game. She's just accepted it and went with the flow. I guess Obsidian left out the more personal scenes from the game. I grabbed her shoulders, making her look at me again.

'Listen. It's your fate. You're going to become one of the strongest Jedi in history. You have to accept this, you can't just... back out. The fate of the Republic depends on you.' I tried to reason with her, but it just seemed to make her more miserable.

'So the lives of millions depends on a crippled ex-Jedi.' She stated flatly. 'Thanks, I needed you to put a "little" burden on my shoulders...' was her sarcastic reply emphasized with her air-quotes. 'I feel much better now.'

It was her turn to lean against the wall and slide down onto the floor. She pulled her knees under her chin, hugged her thighs and stared forward with a blank expression. Maybe it's not a good idea to share everything with her. I thought it would work out better if she were aware of the future - or a possible version of it -, but maybe it's too much to just dump it on her.

I sat down next to her, unsure what to do. I was never good with this kinds of things. For minutes, nothing happened. I was just sitting next to her, staring at the opposite wall, still trying to find out what to do, when I felt her hand touch my face. I turned to look at her and found her inspecting my bruises, gently stroking my cheek, with her fingertips. I felt the former rush of power washing through my body, and the pain eased.

'I'm sorry I hit you, I hope it feels better now. I was relieved now that I heard her kind voice again.

'No, I'm sorry that I kissed you.' I said a little embarrassed. 'I wasn't thinking, I...'

'It's okay, leave it.' I nodded and and she removed her hand. 'Let's get going. My ass's frozen here.' she said with her lips curving upwards and I couldn't stop grinning.

Since when do the Jedi use this kind of language?'

'I don't know. Which Jedi do you mean?' She looked confused and innocent.

'Okay, I get it.' I smiled at her and stood up. I extended my hand to help her up and felt the familiar energy lashing out from my hand and she almost flew into my arms. I looked at her surprised and immediately let her go. 'Could you stop doing that? It's creepy...'

'It wasn't me, it was you.' She replied, watching me with curious cautiousness.

'Yeah me... so now I'm becoming a Force-sensitive Gary Stu in my own dre... I mean...' I grabbed my hair in frustration and started pacing up and down in the corridor. 'Just please take me home!' I said desperately as I looked up at the ceiling praying for some (random) higher being .

'Come on, stop whining.' She asked me visibly annoyed, and rolled her eyes.

'Oh shut up! You just did it a few minutes ago...' I snapped back at her and I stopped in my tracks. 'Sorry, I didn't meant to...'

'Look, we have to work together. It looks like you are stuck here from wherever you've come so instead of making this even more difficult, you could help me!' she said standing before me, staring deeply in my eyes and stabbing me in the chest with her finger. Damn, she can be bossy.

'I'd like to help, but I'm not sure it's good to share everything that I know.' She took a step back and tilted her head to the right

'Why the secrecy now? You pretty much told me everything just half an hour ago.' She rested her weight on one leg just like Hawke usually did and crossed her arms under her breasts.

'OK, what if I wrong? What if I say something that's gonna happen, we prepare for it, but it comes out in a totally different way and we're screwed big time?' I tried to explain my motives. 'I'm not saying I won't share vital information, I'm just saying we shouldn't rely on that alone.' She seemed to consider this and finally nodded.

'You make sense... so what now?'

'No. no-no... You are the leader!' I pointed at her just to emphasize it. 'I said I'll help you but not telling you what to do.

'Fine!' She hissed looking at me like she wanted to beat me up. Note to self: Never piss off this woman, it's damn scary! She turned around to face the closed door, but then an idea crossed my mind. Maybe...

'Wait. First tell me how I can do this...' I extended my hand and tried to pull the plasma torch out of her grasp, but nothing happened. She was looking at me expecting something to happen.

'And what is it you are trying to achieve?' She asked innocently, with her lips curving slightly upwards again. Have I ever said that I hate it when she does that? It's cute, but seriously... don't laugh at me. Don't even smile. It's embarrassing.

'Oh you know exactly... tell me how it happened, please.' I pleaded, desperate to find out how this... Force-thingy happened.

Now she was almost grinning and turned her back to the door, facing the corridor we've come from. She threw the plasma torch in the air and before it dropped to the floor, she stopped it in mid-air.

'It's hard to... I never tried to explain it.' She levitated the tool back in her hand and kept it on her open palm. 'Do you remember the feeling when I touched your lip, or when you pulled me up? Try to recall that feeling, let it wash over you, let it guide you. Extend your senses, feel.'

I tried to do as she said but I didn't really feel anything. Maybe it's only my imagination and it wasn't even me who did that. Maybe her, unconsciously. And now I'm making a total idiot of myself.

'Ok... that's disappointing...' I said embarrassed and lowered my hand.

"Do it again!"

'Why? It's pointless.'

"Do it. What you feel, happens. What you imagine, you become. You will see."

'Okay, okay, just don't nag me.' I replied and tried the trick again, letting my instincts take over. At the next second the torch levitated into my hand and I was just standing there with eyes open as big as saucers, staring blankly at my hand. 'This is creepy...'

'By the way who you were talking to? That was creepy...' She said looking at me confused. I raised my brow.

'To you of course.' But then it dawned on me, and my eyes done Cameron Diaz again. It was a male voice, a deep - well not so deep, just middle-deep, or 2/3 deep, a good, strong manly, but not the perverted-drunk kind of deep – voice in my head. Hope not Jason Derulo's... 'Okay I'm definitely going mental.'

'Are you all right?' She asked as she stepped to me looking at in my concerned.

'Just let me sum it up, OK? First I woke up here... ' I just let it hang in the air for a few seconds ' I stuck here, then I have this garystuish Force-sensitive stuff, and now I hearing things. I'm so fucking not all right, thank you very much!' I replied out of air and shouting in the end. 'Sorry again. I have this bad habit, that I start shouting when I'm angry and nervous.'

"I don't want to hurry you guys, but I think you have about 2 hours 'till the Harbinger gets there, so do something productive, will you?" I heard the voice again.

'And who the fuck are you? Could you leave me alone with my many other personalities in my stupid head, please?' I asked desperately at the edge of a mind-meltdown.

"What do you think smartass? Now shut up and listen!" I have a bad feeling about this. I think I know who this guy is. I held up my hand and whispered to Kara.

'I think I've got a long-distance call...'