Author Notes: Enjoy, Comment if you like or see any errors. I don't own any of the characters or places present.
Luke sat cross legged on a padded chair in a dimly lit room surrounded by candles. His eyes were closed, and he was concentrating carefully, and intensely, on the dream that he had. He stretched out with the force, searching for the meaning of his dream.
He saw pieces, images of something- the future? Could it be a vision from the Force that had some sort of higher meaning?
He remembered the dream, the thousands of invisible fists and bodies weighing him down. Could they represent something? His fatal flaw perhaps? Luke shook his head. He always had had some difficulty with the non-physical aspect of the Force.
He shivered, remembering how he had been totally incapable of helping Mara, soly witness to her death. Her death, he reminded himself, that had never actually happened.
A quiet knock at the door of his chambers brought him out of his meditation. He again stretched out with the force, turning on the lights, while simultaneously creating force bubbles around all of the candles, deriving them of their oxygen, as they slowly flickered out.
"Please," he called at the person on the other side of the door. "Enter."
The door opened, and Leia stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her eyebrow raised slightly. "I'm sorry Luke, am I interrupting something?" she asked. "I could come back, if you prefer."
Luke shook his head. "Please, take a seat." he turned towards her as she sat down on another chair facing him. She took a deep breath. Luke smiled. "Exhausted?" he suggested.
She let out a laugh. "The Senate is taking up all my time." she held up her hand. "And don't say it, Luke, I want to work on my Jedi training too, but I just don't have the time right now. I am planning to ask Mon mothma if I can divert more of my time to Jedi training."
Luke smiled again. "Well it appears as though you have your mind reading skill perfected Leia." his face turned slightly more serious. "I sense that you didn't come to me only to tell me how busy you are."
"No I haven't," she responded. "Mon mothma was wondering if you could go on another diplomatic mission, this time to Caarimon."
"I would be happy to go." he paused, thinking seriously. "However, I must warn you that my diplomatic skills are far from perfect, especially after that Eythyr incident."
Leia smiled again. "You will have to leave immediately. They are waiting as we speak." she paused. "And, Luke, try to not upset the locals this time."
Luke rose. "Thank you Leia." he then strode out of the room, heading in the direction of the hanger. He reached for his comlink to tell them to begin preparing his ship.