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Well, here's the final chapter for movie #2. Hope you enjoy it!

Josh Groban's "My Confession" is w/ scene 1, Beyonce's "Halo" goes with scene 2, and Paul Gross' "Ride Forever" (I love this song! …and it's so perfect for these two if you sort of figuratively translate it ;)…) is for scene 3… Oh, and scene 3 is pretty much going to be in both Kelly and Elaina's points of view.

Tabula Rasa: Part 2

Qui-Gon poked at his food, including a dry meat and some sort of green vegetable mush, scowling at it as if it was going to get up and walk out without his permission. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to do with himself after his little episode with the generals, admirals, etc. of the fleet. As soon as the term 'Emperor's Ally' had come out of his mouth concerning his interrogations, the respectable leaders instantly had gotten shifty eyes not unlike the look they got whenever that group knew something he didn't…and, whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"I could have told you not to get that stuff," Jay said, suddenly sitting across the table from him with a tray full of sweet ship delicacies and a side of fresh fruit. She grinned at his raised eyebrow. "When you're the head doctor of the Rebellion, you just walk up to the head chef, start a lecture on health and fitness, and they give you something from their little stash of fresh stuff just to make you hush up. Then, on your way out…" She held up a small sweet roll. "…you snatch a few of these while they're closing the cooling unit."

The young man laughed, but she quickly picked up on his mood.

"What's wrong?" the surgeon queried, a bit concerned, tossing him a few treats. "Here's something to make you feel better; doctor's prescription. Did the debriefing not go well?"

He jabbed the chunk of jerky one more time.

"They're suspending my field missions indefinitely."

"That's terrible! Do you know why?"

"Two words: Emperor's Ally." She almost choked on the sweet-smelling yellow fruit. "Do you know something about it?"

Still coughing a bit, Jay set her utensil down and pushed the tray away, apparently lacking an appetite.

"It's, uh…it's the drug we first found out about when Vader used it on Aylana three years ago. I study it when I can, but even its basic formula is more complex and extravagant than anything I've ever seen, even considering that it's the Empire who created it. The one pure sample we got from the attack on Lana back on the Yavin base was barely enough to pass as worth the effort, and even then it's more of a booster than anything, so that was barely enough to go on regardless. However, I have kept track of the General's bloodwork since she was hit with it."

"…and?"

"I can only guess that it's probably because she didn't get the second dose or something because the drug seemed to have just broken down in her system completely after about six months or so. I'm surprised it took even that long." Qui-Gon just stared at the wall for a moment. "Do you have an idea? Anything helps. I'm not too proud to admit that I'm way out of my league."

"It didn't break down. The reason you probably weren't able to find anything after such an extended period was probably because she didn't get the second treatment, so it took longer to take its true effect."

"…which was?"

"An alternate personality. Someone who could eventually know everything she does. It reduces the hassle of an interrogation, plus you have a complete ally with every intention of keeping the Empire intact and a being with utter loyalty to the Emperor. He must have somehow used the Force or some uncivilized method to twist it to his specific desires. Blasted! How could I have let that happen?"

"What do you mean?" She was clearly a bit befuddled. "You didn't even know about it until everyone else."

"I meant for me personally. It's not just a chance happening. Jay, they gave me the Emperor's Ally. That's how I know so much about what it does. I'm experiencing it. That's why the commanders suspended my missions. No one knows if I can be trusted."

The beautiful woman gasped slightly at the revelation, but grabbed his hands instantly.

"Qui-Gon, I give you my word that I'll do everything I can to find a cure. We'll find you a way out of this."

"I appreciate the thought, but you're the head surgeon. You have more important things to worry about. Don't concern yourself with such a little thing."

"But you're not a little thing. This Ally, or whatever, could be a considerable threat one day. What if they figure out a way to spread it over entire planets or ships? Decades of work and people could be ruined and the tides would be strictly in the Empire's favor. Besides, nothing is more important to me than you. If my job gets in the way, I'll quit. They…"

"You can't quit! They need you…more than you know. Doctors and scientists are what change the tides of war, not soldiers."

"What did I ever do without you?"

"Not much." Chuckling, he leaned in and kissed her nose before stealing one of her precious dainties. "We should visit Commander Skywalker after we're done here. I doubt living with a mechanical hand will be easy."

"He's in good hands for now (pardon the pun). My sister would rather die than leave him while on her turf, I think."

--

The nurse approached her patient as one of the medical droids tested the sensitivity of his new hand. When everything seemed to be in perfect order, she shooed the machine away to complete the work herself.

Larian had always been on the shy side, but her experience as a slave had left her nearly a blank slate before Jay had come to the rescue. For nearly half of the year her sister had been studying medicine, the girl had been frightened of everything, even her own shadow. The thought of being attracted to anyone without reliving her three years of horror had been unimaginable for her until Commander Skywalker had come along, so clearly overwhelmed and inexperienced in the vast galaxy.

She would have done anything to trade for the life he always begrudged in the quiet, uneventful outskirts of the Tatooine desert. To him, it was obviously a nightmare full of both dull and haunting memories; to her, it sounded like a dream come true, having always preferred a hot climate to cold.

The more she watched and listened to Luke, the fonder of him she had become. He was so naïve, yet so knowledgeable and caring. What she had not often noted, however, was that he was often so busy while in the infirmary trying to get out or planning his next mission that he rarely noticed her longing glances while bandaging some cut or broken bone. Had he not felt how soft her healing touch was in comparison with the other pathetic, pining nurses, or the admiration with which she spoke only to him?

The young woman felt a shiver of delight go up and down her spine when the commander smiled at her as she sealed the mechanical replacement, though he indifferently looked over to the nearby window even as she gave him a slight bat of her eyes. Was he blind or simply too above her to care? Her lack of self-confidence instantly made her honestly believe that she wasn't good enough for the young Jedi and her spirit sank with the thought.

"Kelly…Elaina! Did you say 'goodbye' to Lando?" Leia cried joyfully as the two women entered within seconds of each other. The blond stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing the title unfamiliar to Larian's ears, while Commander Kenobi simply burst out laughing.

"Oh, come on, El!" she chided through nearing tears of hilarity. "You didn't expect to keep your real name a secret after all that's happened, did you?"

"Actually," the unusually restrained Leia countered, "I can quite understand her desire for secrecy."

"Why? Now, I don't have to worry about messing up and saying her real name instead the fake one."

The princess shook her head in a defense which the abruptly introduced 'Elaina' didn't seem to appreciate much, staring intensely, but calmly, out the window.

"While I have known my entire life practically and everyone here understands her reasoning, our other leaders won't be nearly as understanding. They'll want to know what a historically revered and hated Enduring Warrior from the old order's Jedi council is doing hiding her identity among 'those who offer nothing but a friendly hand' they'll say. All they'll do is jump on her about her liability and how they can't trust someone who wasn't even honest about her name. And telling them that my parents were the ones who encouraged her to do it won't change anything."

"Aren't we negative?" Kelly smirked and positioned herself at Leia's side.

"What's an Enduring Warrior?" the until-then-quiet nurse asked, finished with Luke, who sat on the edge of the cot, examining the new attachment. Nearly everyone else seemed to roll their eyes at the simple question, but they had no chance to voice the objection.

"An Enduring Warrior is a man or woman, usually the latter, who possesses exceptional ability with the Force and an undocumented long life," Qui-Gon stated with a mechanically rehearsed description as he and Jay entered side-by-side. "I should know. My mom's one." Instantly, Kelly's face flushed. "What's with the history lesson?"

"With the potential vulnerability to the Emperor," Leia persisted, "and her capability, the others won't trust her anymore."

"Did I miss something?"

Larian was utterly confused and was about to ask for an explanation, but the general's interruption postponed it until another time.

"I think I'll take up that suggestion … I know how to resolve this."

"How?" Kelly sarcastically questioned. "Quit? Give me a break! You're more of a workaholic that I am."

"Actually, that's exactly what I'm thinking. I still have the responsibility to Leia that I've been neglecting and I can still go on missions, maybe even more often if I'm unlucky. I'm going to retire from my position as general of my unit. I'll still have a foot in the door, as it were, being Leia's bodyguard. The only thing I'll lose is an armload of responsibility. Besides…I know just the replacement to suggest."

"Luke, we're ready to take off," a voice suddenly buzzed from the small com in Luke's hand.

"Good luck, Lando," the boy replied.

"When we find Jabba the Hutt and that bounty hunter, we'll contact you."

"We'll meet you at the rendezvous point on Tatooine."

"Princess," he further stated, "we'll find Han. I promise. We'll all be working to get him out."

"Chewie, I'll be waiting for your signal." The Wookie growled an affirmation into the link. "Take care, you two. May the Force be with you."

"Send Elaina my love." It was Elaina's turn to blush.

"I think she heard you."

To Larian's particular distress, the commander got up, walked to the window, and put his arm around Leia. He loved the princess! How could she possibly compete with that?! She could only imagine what it would be like to have Luke care about her in that magnitude. Leia simply took it for granted. What was she? A little shy mouse of a nurse who bandaged up his frequent injuries.

Be grateful for what you have, face your fears, strive for the greatest achievement, learn all before you judge, live life to its fullest, do what you love, love with all your heart, don't let yourself be disappointed with life, respect your superiors, and never give up: the words of her father.

--

Three days: that was how long it took for Kelly to gain a dispensation from her duties on the condition that she return either when Lando reported or in the case of emergency and for Elaina to 'retire', get replaced, and see that Leia was safe before they could put into action their plan for a decent getaway that happened to be on the same planet as where Lando was searching.

The mix of emotion the girls experienced upon stepping from the transport from a similarly stunning Naboo was indescribable by comparison. True, Kelly had lived on the planet recently for nearly twenty years, but even she hadn't seen Mos Espa since the Clone Wars, leaving the situation to be an utter surprise for both of them. There were more scum of the galaxy wandering the streets, but they sensed fewer slaves for a change.

The taller woman was wearing a black rawhide skirt with a like kind sleeveless, V-neck top, black slippers, and a burgundy shawl. It was quite evident that she was no longer accustomed to the boiling conditions as both she and her sister twitched uncomfortably in the blazing heat. Elaina, on the other hand, wore a pale blue, loose, halter neck dress, the neck of which created an 'X' across her chest, meeting with a stiff, semi-tight bodice that went straight around beneath her underarms. The flowing, ankle-length lower half and grey boots peeked out from an all-too-heavy-for-the-weather dark grey poncho. The chosen attire of both Jedi matched their contrasting appearances just as in the old days.

"So, uh, where exactly did you have in mind for us to stay?" Elaina queried, shifting the weight of her bags, one across her shoulder and the other in her hand. For a few moments, Kelly merely meandered around in leading her confused twin about, both of her cases being swung over her shoulder in one hand. Suddenly, Elaina stopped with a light-hearted chuckle, seeing right through Kelly's blank scan of the surroundings. Her sister turned around with a raised eyebrow. "You're lost aren't you?"

"No!" the girl denied, her voice an octave higher. "I'm just getting my bearings."

"She's lost… You're lost!" A few traders passing by paused to glimpse the conflict.

"I am not!"

"Of course you are! I've seen that look on your face more times than I care to count. You. Are. Lost." They scowled at each other for a moment, but they were on vacation. They couldn't exactly start a duel to the death over directions after what they had been through before. "Where were you planning on going, anyway?"

"It's a surprise." The blond nodded her head in the opposite direction.

"Follow me."

It being vacation, after all, the girls had a hard time passing up a small tavern with numerous cold drinks, but they equally resolved to go at a later time. Taking her turn in leading the way, Elaina wound her way through the packed streets as fast as she could until they came to a quieter, neighborhood-ish area, upon which Kelly gratefully slowed under the weight of her baggage. A delightful topic suddenly dawned on the brunette.

"El, I never again brought up my new ability that I tested on your romantic dinner: long-distance telekinetic communication," she bragged, exaggeratingly enunciating the final words.

"…which was quite annoying, by the way," her sibling pointed out, making a turn.

"Yoda taught me."

"Uh-huh…"

"Maybe I could teach you."

I already know how, she said mentally, earning quite the jolt from Kelly.

"What?! You knew how and you didn't tell me? How long have you been able to do that?"

The shorter woman laughed at the younger lady's not-even-partially hidden aggravation of being beat…again!

"Decades ago, literally, when I was training with Yoda, he taught me telepathic communication just before I was raised to Knighthood. It goes hand-in-hand with connecting yourself with someone to sense if their injured or in any danger otherwise. I did that with Dad just before he died."

Kelly studied her twin's face.

"So, you really made up with him?"

"Yeah. I didn't imagine I would feel so relieved. What about you and Obi-Wan?"

"I think I'm finally content with being mortal to a certain extent and living with an immortal, dead husband." She giggled at the thought.

Smiling, Elaina looked ahead.

"We shall discuss this later." Then, her jaw dropped as a woman with blond hair, perhaps in her fifties or sixties, emerged from built-upon house. The previous slave hut had been given an extravagant remodel in evident expansion both vertically and horizontally. They would later discover that, with a scare of the growing smuggler and fugitive population, most of the neighbors had moved out years ago, leaving the property available to be bought and renovated to make room for the standing stone mansion and an attached orphanage.

"It seems we surprised each other," Kelly noted, similarly staggered until the old woman caught sight of them. Following a second of squint-eyed analysis, recognition appeared on the wholesome woman's face.

"Kelly-Fyn?!" she screeched, a well-worn grin spreading her features in the process of her racing towards the duo and embracing the younger girl. "Kelly-Fyn, I thought I'd never see you again! Don't you look fine? Oh, but introduce me to your friend!"

Elaina was baffled. Kelly, on the hand, though a bit surprised at the excellent memory of the widow in front of her, was joyfully content with an intro.

"I actually go by Kelly, now. Elaina, this is Aunt Sheleen." The girl was still confused even as the matron cuddled and kissed her on both cheeks. "She is Mom's sister."

Instantly, they were all practically in tears over the unexpectedly joyous family reunion.

Here, they didn't have to hide who they were and pretend to be something they were not. A long-earned sojourn was commencing.

"Elaina, Kelly, you must stay here with me for as long as you can. Keneth! Jules! Come meet your cousins!"

A moment later, a tall young man came from the house, soon followed by a pretty, dark woman emerging from the adjacent yard, tailed by a dozen or so laughing children.

"This is my son, Keneth, and his wife, Julie. My daughter, Kana, married a few years ago and lives across town. We were just about to start dinner."

Everyone, orphans and all, were amazingly enthusiastic about the women's news and adventures, making them the prime target for bedtime stories. Kelly and Elaina could never have imagined anything more perfect. From the prejudicial, demanding Rebellion leaders, they had escaped to where they felt truly needed and appreciated.

"Kelly," Elaina whispered later, "we're home."

Kelly could only nod in agreement.

Ah, doesn't it sound like a happily-ever-after ending. I almost wish I could end here with glorious personal peace for Kelly and Elaina, but the show must go on and galaxy is still in need of saving! Hope you enjoyed it!

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