Title: A Taste of What Will Come
Author: Figlia Della Musica
Series: Cruelty of the Gods 7/?
Summary: Wedge and Luke prepare for their bonding
Warnings: slash, mush,
Rating: PG
Archive: SWA-L, WAAS, anywhere else sure but just ask me first
Author's comments: All this is being written at school, so it's a little weird
Disclaimer: These gentlemen do not belong to me, unfortunately, and I don't make any money off of this. I'm just having some fun with them.
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October 2001
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Wedge and Luke got to work on putting together a bonding ceremony as soon as Luke was let out of the medicenter. The Alliance had abandoned Endor at that point, and they were taking a break while they gathered more materiel. Until then, everyone just lived shipboard, since there wasn't enough money or supplies to build a base.
Luke and Wedge sat on the bed in their quarters, surrounded by datacards full of information on bonding ceremonies, everything from simple (the two partners, the officiator, two witnesses and a ten-minute ceremony) to enormous (a two-day ceremony with hundreds of people). They'd both decided they didn't want a large ceremony, but they didn't want the tiniest ones, either, because that seemed just wrong, somehow. Felt almost like sneaking.
"Here's one," Wedge said, passing his datapad to Luke. Luke studied it for a minute, and then said, "Hm. I like that part, there," he pointed, "those lines of the officiator's. But I'm not sure I like that last part."
Wedge agreed. "You're right. That's a little too.much. for my taste too. But let's add those lines."
Luke picked up the third datapad, which contained the ceremony they were writing for themselves, using snippets from the various datacards surrounding them. He typed in the words, then passed the pad to Wedge. "Like that?"
"That's perfect. You've got a talent for this. Must be a Jedi thing."
Luke laughed. "I don't know. Master Yoda never told me about Jedi Bonding- Ceremony-Put-Togetherers."
Wedge laughed back. "I don't know. You could make quite the nice career out of it."
There was a knock at the door. Wedge got up to open it, revealing Wes Janson standing in the corridor.
"What're you two working on?" he asked as Luke got off the bed and crossed the room to greet him.
"Not much," Luke replied.
"Just planning something," Wedge added.
Wes's mouth broadened into a grin. "Planning something, eh? What?"
"You'll know soon enough," replied Luke.
"So what inspired this visit?" Wedge asked.
"Not much, just being social. I wanted to see if Luke was doing better. A bacta tank tour's no fun."
"That's for sure," Luke said, "but I'm doing fine now. Thanks, Wes."
"Now, what're you planning?" Wes repeated.
"Should we tell him?" Wedge asked Luke.
"Well, I was kind of wanting to tell Leia first, so she could hear it from me rather than someone else, but I suppose if we told him to keep it in the squadron."
"Do you think they'd actually do that?"
"What, keep quiet? Maybe. Especially if we promised them a little something."
Wes was looking impatient as Luke and Wedge considered, giving away nothing.
Finally, Luke said, "Okay, now, if we tell you, you have to promise to keep it quiet. You can tell the rest of the Rogues, but only if they all promise not to tell anyone just yet. Okay?"
"Okay, okay, just tell me!"
"What we're planning is." Luke started to say.
".A bonding ceremony," Wedge finished, wrapping an arm around him.
Wes looked at the two of them, Wedge with his arm around Luke's waist, then started grinning. That grin gradually got wider and wider until it stretched almost ear-to-ear.
"All right!" he exclaimed. "You two are making it official!"
Wedge and Luke nodded.
"With a ceremony and everything!"
Wedge and Luke nodded again.
"And I got to find out first!"
Wedge and Luke kept on nodding.
"I'm gonna go find the others, and tell them. Congrats, you two!!" With that, Wes practically bounced down the hallway.
Wedge smiled at Luke, pulling him the rest of the way into his arms and burying his face in silky dark blond hair. Luke snaked an arm around to pull Wedge's head forward, then twisted to face him and kissed him lightly, his lips brushing his lover's tantalizingly. After a few minutes, they broke off.
"Let's get back to work."
But now, rather than sitting on opposite sides of the pile and each working on a different datacard, they leaned against each other and read off the same datapad. It slowed the work down but was immeasurably more pleasant.
****
Later that day, Luke went looking for Leia, so he could tell her about the planned bonding ceremony. He found her and Han standing on one of the observation decks, arms around each other.
"Hey, kid," Han greeted him.
"Hi, Luke," Leia said. Luke noticed that when they turned to face him, Han's arm remained around Leia's waist. *Good,* he thought. *I'm glad they're together.*
"So," said Han, "I've been hearing the Rogues buzzing for the past few hours, and they were talking about you and Loverboy. Whenever Leia or I tried to ask them what was up, they just grinned and told me I'd find out soon enough. What's cooking, kid?"
Han was still very fond of ribbing Luke and Wedge about their relationship, although in an unusual display of sensitivity the pirate was careful to keep it to a tolerable level. He did, however, refer to Wedge as Loverboy whenever Luke was around.
Luke smiled, the broad and brilliant smile that had been rare after Bespin but had seemed to return when he and Wedge started working on the ceremony. "Well, I was just coming to tell you. Wedge and I are." he trailed off, grinning.
"What?!" Leia exclaimed. "What?! Tell me!"
"We're going to be bonded," Luke said simply.
Han grinned and slapped him on the back. "All right!"
Leia hugged him. "I'm so happy for you two."
"So," Han asked. "When?"
"We don't know yet exactly. The best date we can get for the ceremony is 'as soon as possible.'" Luke said. "We've been working on it for the past two days, and we'll probably be done soon. It's not going to be something big or ornate."
"So can we tell everyone?" Asked Leia.
Luke thought for a few seconds. "Well, Wedge and I already told the Rogues, by way of Wes, but I wanted them to keep it in the squad because I wanted to be able to tell you myself. I can't think of anyone else who needs to know before it becomes general knowledge, so I guess the answer is yes."
Leia and Han smiled broadly, and enveloped Luke in a group hug.
The two of them had a million questions for him, so it was a while before Luke could escape back to the safety of his room and his lover.
"So you told them?" Wedge asked when he came in.
Luke nodded. "I did. They were very happy, and wanted to know who they could tell. I told them anybody. I hope that's okay with you?"
"Sure."
Luke smiled and wrapped his arms around Wedge. "I'm glad we're doing this," he said, nuzzling the back of Wedge's neck.
The Corellian nodded. "We've always intended this to be a permanent arrangement, and I think being officially bonded will, I don't know, make it something more special than simply two guys living together."
"Mm," Luke agreed, the nuzzling changing to kissing.
Wedge sighed, then said, "It's almost time for dinner down at the mess hall."
Luke made a disappointed noise.
"How about after?" Wedge pointed out. "Doubtless all of Rogue Squadron is waiting for us to make an appearance. Besides," he brushed his fingers across Luke's lips, "waiting will make it sweeter."
"True," Luke conceded. "Although I wish we could pull a no-show tonight at dinner and see how crazy they all go."
Wedge laughed. "That's true, but we should take pity on the guys. They're crazy enough already."
"Sad but true. Let's head down."
Wedge and Luke entered the dining hall hand-in-hand, to see the entirety of Rogue Squadron waiting for them at the table nearest the door they'd entered. Two chairs had very pointedly been left empty for them.
As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with questions. Hobbie wanted to know if they were really getting bonded or if Wes was just high again. Tycho wanted to know when. Wes wanted to know if the Rogues would be invited.
Whenever Luke or Wedge could distinguish a question through the babble, they'd answer it, but due to everyone's eagerness to get in a question or three, precious few got answered.
Finally, just to see what would happen, the two stopped saying anything. The questions kept up for a few minutes, then stopped when everyone realized that no one was getting answered.
"Now," Wedge said firmly, "Obviously you all have dozens of questions for us. But two of us can't answer a dozen questions at a time. We'd also like some time to eat."
Tycho sighed. "Don't you two *know* that you're not allowed to eat when we have all these questions?" he asked with a grin.
"Yeah," Hobbie added, "And I thought answering multiple questions was a Jedi Talent. Luke, you're disillusioning us about Jedi powers."
"It may be a Jedi power, but it's one I haven't learned yet," Luke said. "Now, can you guys go one at a time or do we have to do the grade-school thing and make you raise hands?"
Wes raised his hand.
Wedge and Luke looked at each other, sighed, and shook their heads. "Wes," Wedge called out with a long-suffering grin.
"When can we tell everyone?"
"Anytime you want to," Luke replied.
Wes cheered, and Hobbie raised his hand.
"Hobbie," Luke called out.
"When?"
"We don't know yet," Wedge said. Tycho raised his hand.
"Tycho," Luke called out.
"What's the ceremony going to be like?" he asked.
"We're still in the middle of writing it, but we're planning for small, quiet, and dignified." Luke told him.
"Awwwww, dignified!" whined Wes, in serious danger of sounding like Luke at his worst. "But that means the Rogues won't be able to go!" Everyone laughed.
Wedge sighed. "Okay, okay, I suppose we can compromise. You guys behave halfway dignified during the ceremony and you can goof off the rest of the time," Wedge said.
Tycho looked around at the other pilots. "Nah. We'll behave ourselves for once. Consider it a bonding present."
"Well," said Zev, "That answers my question. I was going to ask if we were invited."
"Obviously," said Wedge.
"Is Luke still going to be commanding the squadron?" asked Hobbie.
Luke and Wedge looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't see why not," Luke said.
All in all, dinner ended up lasting two hours, and no one ate very much.
"Okay," Wedge said to Luke as they left the mess hall, "back to planning now?"
Luke sighed. "Can we just talk for a while?"
Wedge nodded. "Sure. About what?"
"Well," Luke said as they headed down the hall, "remember a while ago, when you asked me if I could sense any Force abilities in you?"
"You said I had some, but not quite enough to be a Jedi." Wedge said.
"Right. You've powers enough to affect yourself somewhat, improve your reflexes and senses, but not much beyond that. Well, at one point in my research, I found a document that mentioned a mental link that bonded Jedi usually would create."
"A mental link?" Wedge echoed.
"That's right. This document included how to create one. It said that both sides have to be Jedi, but since you have power to work in your mind, I think you're powerful enough to do this. That, if you wan to."
Wedge thought for a second. "What would it be like?"
Instead of answering, Luke placed his fingertips on the sides of Wedge's head. For a few seconds, Wedge didn't feel anything other than the light touch of fingertips, but then he gradually became aware of a gentle presence in his mind. When he focused on it, immediately it took on greater clarity and he could sense the Luke-ness of it, could understand that this was a portion of Luke's mind in his. He tried to 'think' to it; his thoughts took on a strange echo.
//I can hear you. This is incredible!// The voice was Luke's, inside his mind.
//Luke? How.?//
//I made the first step in creating the link: I stretched sort of a metaphysical tube between us, and that's how we can communicate. To finish the link, I'd let the tube dissolve, and the connection would remain. We'd always be aware of each other, in some way. The link's indestructible.//
//This is incredible.// A thought occurred to Wedge. //Would I be able to access your abilities through this link?//
//I don't know,// there was a curious look on Luke's face and in his mental tone. //Try it.//
Wedge thought for a second, then drew deeply, visualizing himself as a container and Luke as a funnel. He felt a sudden, intense surge of power. Colors became brighter, sounds became sharper, every sense became hyperaware. Wedge could feel every mind in the galaxy, trace the motion of every planet, comet, and meteor, it seemed like. Unconsciously, he kept drawing power, trying to feel more and more.
Then he heard a mental croak, and Luke's knees buckled. Still feeling hyper-aware and hyper-powerful, Wedge lunged forward faster than thought and caught him, easing the Jedi to a sitting position.
"Luke? Are you okay?" Wedge asked desperately.
Luke blinked a few times, then said, "You pulled a little more than I expected you to, that's all. I'm okay."
"You sure?"
A nod. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"It's nothing. Just consider it a lesson learned-for both of us. I tried to resist what you were pulling, too strongly to back out when I saw I wasn't stopping you, not strongly enough to actually stop you."
"You can do that-stop what's being pulled?"
"I don't know. I guess I could, but anyway." Luke got slowly to his feet.
"You're really all right, Luke?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"This link, would this sort of thing happen a lot?"
Luke paused, considering. "I don't know. The book never said anything about sharing power, but my guess would be that as we got more accustomed to it, we'd be able to control that sort of thing better. Do you want to do it?"
Wedge took a deep breath. "Yes," he said desperately. "Yes, I want this. Feeling you, in my mind, I want it!" He'd taken one of Luke's hands in both of his.
Luke smiled and said, "Good. I do too. Let's get back to our room."
Author: Figlia Della Musica
Series: Cruelty of the Gods 7/?
Summary: Wedge and Luke prepare for their bonding
Warnings: slash, mush,
Rating: PG
Archive: SWA-L, WAAS, anywhere else sure but just ask me first
Author's comments: All this is being written at school, so it's a little weird
Disclaimer: These gentlemen do not belong to me, unfortunately, and I don't make any money off of this. I'm just having some fun with them.
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October 2001
+++++++++
Wedge and Luke got to work on putting together a bonding ceremony as soon as Luke was let out of the medicenter. The Alliance had abandoned Endor at that point, and they were taking a break while they gathered more materiel. Until then, everyone just lived shipboard, since there wasn't enough money or supplies to build a base.
Luke and Wedge sat on the bed in their quarters, surrounded by datacards full of information on bonding ceremonies, everything from simple (the two partners, the officiator, two witnesses and a ten-minute ceremony) to enormous (a two-day ceremony with hundreds of people). They'd both decided they didn't want a large ceremony, but they didn't want the tiniest ones, either, because that seemed just wrong, somehow. Felt almost like sneaking.
"Here's one," Wedge said, passing his datapad to Luke. Luke studied it for a minute, and then said, "Hm. I like that part, there," he pointed, "those lines of the officiator's. But I'm not sure I like that last part."
Wedge agreed. "You're right. That's a little too.much. for my taste too. But let's add those lines."
Luke picked up the third datapad, which contained the ceremony they were writing for themselves, using snippets from the various datacards surrounding them. He typed in the words, then passed the pad to Wedge. "Like that?"
"That's perfect. You've got a talent for this. Must be a Jedi thing."
Luke laughed. "I don't know. Master Yoda never told me about Jedi Bonding- Ceremony-Put-Togetherers."
Wedge laughed back. "I don't know. You could make quite the nice career out of it."
There was a knock at the door. Wedge got up to open it, revealing Wes Janson standing in the corridor.
"What're you two working on?" he asked as Luke got off the bed and crossed the room to greet him.
"Not much," Luke replied.
"Just planning something," Wedge added.
Wes's mouth broadened into a grin. "Planning something, eh? What?"
"You'll know soon enough," replied Luke.
"So what inspired this visit?" Wedge asked.
"Not much, just being social. I wanted to see if Luke was doing better. A bacta tank tour's no fun."
"That's for sure," Luke said, "but I'm doing fine now. Thanks, Wes."
"Now, what're you planning?" Wes repeated.
"Should we tell him?" Wedge asked Luke.
"Well, I was kind of wanting to tell Leia first, so she could hear it from me rather than someone else, but I suppose if we told him to keep it in the squadron."
"Do you think they'd actually do that?"
"What, keep quiet? Maybe. Especially if we promised them a little something."
Wes was looking impatient as Luke and Wedge considered, giving away nothing.
Finally, Luke said, "Okay, now, if we tell you, you have to promise to keep it quiet. You can tell the rest of the Rogues, but only if they all promise not to tell anyone just yet. Okay?"
"Okay, okay, just tell me!"
"What we're planning is." Luke started to say.
".A bonding ceremony," Wedge finished, wrapping an arm around him.
Wes looked at the two of them, Wedge with his arm around Luke's waist, then started grinning. That grin gradually got wider and wider until it stretched almost ear-to-ear.
"All right!" he exclaimed. "You two are making it official!"
Wedge and Luke nodded.
"With a ceremony and everything!"
Wedge and Luke nodded again.
"And I got to find out first!"
Wedge and Luke kept on nodding.
"I'm gonna go find the others, and tell them. Congrats, you two!!" With that, Wes practically bounced down the hallway.
Wedge smiled at Luke, pulling him the rest of the way into his arms and burying his face in silky dark blond hair. Luke snaked an arm around to pull Wedge's head forward, then twisted to face him and kissed him lightly, his lips brushing his lover's tantalizingly. After a few minutes, they broke off.
"Let's get back to work."
But now, rather than sitting on opposite sides of the pile and each working on a different datacard, they leaned against each other and read off the same datapad. It slowed the work down but was immeasurably more pleasant.
****
Later that day, Luke went looking for Leia, so he could tell her about the planned bonding ceremony. He found her and Han standing on one of the observation decks, arms around each other.
"Hey, kid," Han greeted him.
"Hi, Luke," Leia said. Luke noticed that when they turned to face him, Han's arm remained around Leia's waist. *Good,* he thought. *I'm glad they're together.*
"So," said Han, "I've been hearing the Rogues buzzing for the past few hours, and they were talking about you and Loverboy. Whenever Leia or I tried to ask them what was up, they just grinned and told me I'd find out soon enough. What's cooking, kid?"
Han was still very fond of ribbing Luke and Wedge about their relationship, although in an unusual display of sensitivity the pirate was careful to keep it to a tolerable level. He did, however, refer to Wedge as Loverboy whenever Luke was around.
Luke smiled, the broad and brilliant smile that had been rare after Bespin but had seemed to return when he and Wedge started working on the ceremony. "Well, I was just coming to tell you. Wedge and I are." he trailed off, grinning.
"What?!" Leia exclaimed. "What?! Tell me!"
"We're going to be bonded," Luke said simply.
Han grinned and slapped him on the back. "All right!"
Leia hugged him. "I'm so happy for you two."
"So," Han asked. "When?"
"We don't know yet exactly. The best date we can get for the ceremony is 'as soon as possible.'" Luke said. "We've been working on it for the past two days, and we'll probably be done soon. It's not going to be something big or ornate."
"So can we tell everyone?" Asked Leia.
Luke thought for a few seconds. "Well, Wedge and I already told the Rogues, by way of Wes, but I wanted them to keep it in the squad because I wanted to be able to tell you myself. I can't think of anyone else who needs to know before it becomes general knowledge, so I guess the answer is yes."
Leia and Han smiled broadly, and enveloped Luke in a group hug.
The two of them had a million questions for him, so it was a while before Luke could escape back to the safety of his room and his lover.
"So you told them?" Wedge asked when he came in.
Luke nodded. "I did. They were very happy, and wanted to know who they could tell. I told them anybody. I hope that's okay with you?"
"Sure."
Luke smiled and wrapped his arms around Wedge. "I'm glad we're doing this," he said, nuzzling the back of Wedge's neck.
The Corellian nodded. "We've always intended this to be a permanent arrangement, and I think being officially bonded will, I don't know, make it something more special than simply two guys living together."
"Mm," Luke agreed, the nuzzling changing to kissing.
Wedge sighed, then said, "It's almost time for dinner down at the mess hall."
Luke made a disappointed noise.
"How about after?" Wedge pointed out. "Doubtless all of Rogue Squadron is waiting for us to make an appearance. Besides," he brushed his fingers across Luke's lips, "waiting will make it sweeter."
"True," Luke conceded. "Although I wish we could pull a no-show tonight at dinner and see how crazy they all go."
Wedge laughed. "That's true, but we should take pity on the guys. They're crazy enough already."
"Sad but true. Let's head down."
Wedge and Luke entered the dining hall hand-in-hand, to see the entirety of Rogue Squadron waiting for them at the table nearest the door they'd entered. Two chairs had very pointedly been left empty for them.
As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with questions. Hobbie wanted to know if they were really getting bonded or if Wes was just high again. Tycho wanted to know when. Wes wanted to know if the Rogues would be invited.
Whenever Luke or Wedge could distinguish a question through the babble, they'd answer it, but due to everyone's eagerness to get in a question or three, precious few got answered.
Finally, just to see what would happen, the two stopped saying anything. The questions kept up for a few minutes, then stopped when everyone realized that no one was getting answered.
"Now," Wedge said firmly, "Obviously you all have dozens of questions for us. But two of us can't answer a dozen questions at a time. We'd also like some time to eat."
Tycho sighed. "Don't you two *know* that you're not allowed to eat when we have all these questions?" he asked with a grin.
"Yeah," Hobbie added, "And I thought answering multiple questions was a Jedi Talent. Luke, you're disillusioning us about Jedi powers."
"It may be a Jedi power, but it's one I haven't learned yet," Luke said. "Now, can you guys go one at a time or do we have to do the grade-school thing and make you raise hands?"
Wes raised his hand.
Wedge and Luke looked at each other, sighed, and shook their heads. "Wes," Wedge called out with a long-suffering grin.
"When can we tell everyone?"
"Anytime you want to," Luke replied.
Wes cheered, and Hobbie raised his hand.
"Hobbie," Luke called out.
"When?"
"We don't know yet," Wedge said. Tycho raised his hand.
"Tycho," Luke called out.
"What's the ceremony going to be like?" he asked.
"We're still in the middle of writing it, but we're planning for small, quiet, and dignified." Luke told him.
"Awwwww, dignified!" whined Wes, in serious danger of sounding like Luke at his worst. "But that means the Rogues won't be able to go!" Everyone laughed.
Wedge sighed. "Okay, okay, I suppose we can compromise. You guys behave halfway dignified during the ceremony and you can goof off the rest of the time," Wedge said.
Tycho looked around at the other pilots. "Nah. We'll behave ourselves for once. Consider it a bonding present."
"Well," said Zev, "That answers my question. I was going to ask if we were invited."
"Obviously," said Wedge.
"Is Luke still going to be commanding the squadron?" asked Hobbie.
Luke and Wedge looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't see why not," Luke said.
All in all, dinner ended up lasting two hours, and no one ate very much.
"Okay," Wedge said to Luke as they left the mess hall, "back to planning now?"
Luke sighed. "Can we just talk for a while?"
Wedge nodded. "Sure. About what?"
"Well," Luke said as they headed down the hall, "remember a while ago, when you asked me if I could sense any Force abilities in you?"
"You said I had some, but not quite enough to be a Jedi." Wedge said.
"Right. You've powers enough to affect yourself somewhat, improve your reflexes and senses, but not much beyond that. Well, at one point in my research, I found a document that mentioned a mental link that bonded Jedi usually would create."
"A mental link?" Wedge echoed.
"That's right. This document included how to create one. It said that both sides have to be Jedi, but since you have power to work in your mind, I think you're powerful enough to do this. That, if you wan to."
Wedge thought for a second. "What would it be like?"
Instead of answering, Luke placed his fingertips on the sides of Wedge's head. For a few seconds, Wedge didn't feel anything other than the light touch of fingertips, but then he gradually became aware of a gentle presence in his mind. When he focused on it, immediately it took on greater clarity and he could sense the Luke-ness of it, could understand that this was a portion of Luke's mind in his. He tried to 'think' to it; his thoughts took on a strange echo.
//I can hear you. This is incredible!// The voice was Luke's, inside his mind.
//Luke? How.?//
//I made the first step in creating the link: I stretched sort of a metaphysical tube between us, and that's how we can communicate. To finish the link, I'd let the tube dissolve, and the connection would remain. We'd always be aware of each other, in some way. The link's indestructible.//
//This is incredible.// A thought occurred to Wedge. //Would I be able to access your abilities through this link?//
//I don't know,// there was a curious look on Luke's face and in his mental tone. //Try it.//
Wedge thought for a second, then drew deeply, visualizing himself as a container and Luke as a funnel. He felt a sudden, intense surge of power. Colors became brighter, sounds became sharper, every sense became hyperaware. Wedge could feel every mind in the galaxy, trace the motion of every planet, comet, and meteor, it seemed like. Unconsciously, he kept drawing power, trying to feel more and more.
Then he heard a mental croak, and Luke's knees buckled. Still feeling hyper-aware and hyper-powerful, Wedge lunged forward faster than thought and caught him, easing the Jedi to a sitting position.
"Luke? Are you okay?" Wedge asked desperately.
Luke blinked a few times, then said, "You pulled a little more than I expected you to, that's all. I'm okay."
"You sure?"
A nod. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"It's nothing. Just consider it a lesson learned-for both of us. I tried to resist what you were pulling, too strongly to back out when I saw I wasn't stopping you, not strongly enough to actually stop you."
"You can do that-stop what's being pulled?"
"I don't know. I guess I could, but anyway." Luke got slowly to his feet.
"You're really all right, Luke?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"This link, would this sort of thing happen a lot?"
Luke paused, considering. "I don't know. The book never said anything about sharing power, but my guess would be that as we got more accustomed to it, we'd be able to control that sort of thing better. Do you want to do it?"
Wedge took a deep breath. "Yes," he said desperately. "Yes, I want this. Feeling you, in my mind, I want it!" He'd taken one of Luke's hands in both of his.
Luke smiled and said, "Good. I do too. Let's get back to our room."