Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, likely not ever. Who knows, maybe I'll
marry Hayden Christensen, meet George Lucas and he'll give me the actual
rights, but the chances of that are slim to none (even though Hayden is
'single' and looking for a marvellous intelligent 19 year old girl, which I
would happen to be…)
A/N: Jf/js: I didn't almost take your suggestion, you practically read my mind! Ahh well…
Sorry guys, Mara hadda go to jail! The law is the law…
PS: Okay, EP2 Book is awesome. I am TOTALLY in love with it. The soundtrack is exquisite and well, everything is awesome (except Like Ani and Padme but like, I don't think Lucas will have me fill in for her so...). If you guys don't mind spoilers, Salvatore did a much better job in this book. (
1 Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams, Part 18
By Aleese Sundancer
"Mara, you should have waited." Luke sighed, holding her hands to his chin and gazing into his eyes.
"I know Luke, but he was going to rape me again. I couldn't let him do that. He told me when he was going to do it, and I just…prepared myself for the eventuality that he might not leave when reasoned with." Mara sighed in return, moving her index finger to gently stroke the skin of his cheek. He smiled slightly at the small sentiment. It hurt him to see her in the prison garb, but there was a light in her eyes again. He sometimes worried that it was the violent darkside that was swirling inside her, happy to have been fed, but usually he believed that it was just relief at being free. He did enjoy the closeness that they shared in their visits, not that it was in his opinion the ideal setting.
"I know love. The lawyers are looking at everything. They're pretty sure they can get you off on Self-Defence." Luke smiled
"The same 'pretty sure' as the last time?" Mara winkled her nose. "I'm not going to jail for that b@$tard wanting to rape me!"
"No, this one is more air tight. We've got plenty of proof. They found samples everywhere, and there are plenty of witnesses." Luke smiled. "And yes, I did get your message from Allie."
"And?"
"There is no way I'm naming my son 'Julien'. Julien??" He grinned. "What kind of a name is Julien Skywalker?"
"I thought it was perfectly dignified." Mara frowned, pouting at him. "You had something better in mind? Yoda Skywalker? How about Vader Skywalker? Hunh?"
"Mara!" Luke grinned and kissed her knuckles gently. She laughed and looked into his eyes.
"I don't want him born in the prison, Luke." Mara whispered
"I know, Mara, I know." Luke whispered back.
"Okay you two, times up." The guard said, knocking on the door loudly. Luke smiled slightly at Mara and stood up slowly. She stood up as well and held onto his hands. He shrugged uncomfortably, and turned to walk out. Grasping his face firmly, she reached up and gave him a passionate kiss. His arms floated to her waist, holding her close. This wasn't the passionate kiss of two lovers reunited; this was the kiss of two lovers fighting to stay together against everything.
"I will marry you." Luke whispered when the kiss ended.
"And I will marry you." Mara whispered in return, and then stepped away from him. "I'll see you later."
"Yes, of course." Luke smiled and disappeared out of the door. Mara sagged against the wall and waited to be re-cuffed.
Mara had been in the prison several days before there was any date for her trial. The lawyers had an airtight case, and the papers were screaming for her release. She was fortunate that the Duke hadn't been a better man. Every day, Luke visited her for the maximum amount of time, sometimes just silently holding her and the baby, enjoying the quietness of a moment alone with his wife and child. She could tell that with every passing day, the baby grew bigger, and Luke more anxious for the wedding and birth. Her lawyers also visited, offering their condolences for their past mistake and showing their clear case. By everyone's accounts, there was no way that Mara wouldn't get off. She enjoyed the frequent visits, and only felt lonely when they weren't around. She was almost enjoying the structured life of the prison, and easily handled the other inmates.
"You've got another visitor." The guard tapped on the door. "Keep it short. I thought I told you no more."
"I wasn't expecting anyone else." Mara frowned. Luke had already come and went, leaving early for some 'special surprise'. The lawyers had stopped by, as had Leia and Padme.
"She's in the room, let's go." The guard said, chaining Mara once more than dragging her to the small room. She sat down and was unchained alone for only a few minutes when an elderly redheaded lady came through the door.
"You are Mara Jade?" The lady asked. Mara frowned deeply and merely nodded. The woman seemed familiar. She had a slight, dancers build, and her hair was the same shade as hers except with grey wisps.
"You're beautiful." She whispered, stepping closer. "My little one, so young when you left me, and now fully grown and so beautiful."
"Look, lady…" Mara said, unsure as to how to proceed. It was almost as if…No! Mara was in shock. This lady was not any relation of hers.
"Mara, please, hear me out before you make your decisions." The woman asked quietly, her eyes still going over Mara's. "So much like your father."
"Please…" Mara whispered, wanting her to disappear, yet not.
"I'm sorry Mara. I know this is hard on you. My name is Aleese Jaide. If…if what I've been told is true, you are the daughter that the Emperor took from me over 30 years ago." Aleese told her gently. She looked nervous, and in her own way disbelieving. "I…he told me you were dead, and had cut you off from the Force. I remember the last thing you said to me through the Force. You said 'Mommy, I'm okay. He's not mean to me. Please stop being sad for me. I'll come back to you. I will mommy, cause I love you. He says he's gonna make me forget you now. I wont though; I'll never forget you. Bye mommy, please stop crying.' For so many years I couldn't get that out of my head, even though he'd told me you'd been killed and cut you out of the Force. Your father and I wept for you; he searched for you for years. You were gone though, from us. All these years, I thought you were dead. I'm so sorry, cherished one. I'm so very sorry." Aleese whispered, her pain evident in her voice. "I don't know if you'll ever forgive me, if you are my daughter. I never forgave my Master for leaving me."
"I'm sorry, Madame, I don't know if you are my mother or not. It could just be a coincidence." Mara said, feeling slightly heartbroken.
"No, it can't be. Mara, do you remember the garden? The garden where we played?" she asked, demanding quietly an answer.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from before the Emperor." Mara whispered. Aleese stepped closer and took her hand, despite Mara wanting to draw it away.
"Try, please try. For me, for your father." Aleese whispered. Mara could feel the Force vibrate through the woman, and closed her eyes. She went back to her oldest memories, and still there was nothing.
"The grass was the deepest shade of green, your father always enjoyed sitting back and watching you run yourself ragged." She whispered, her mind taking on a reminiscent tone.
"I'm sorry…" Mara offered.
"I would sit on the blanket and look over my work, occasionally laugh as you'd spin yourself into a frenzied playing some game or another."
"I…I always wanted to get your attention, I hated it when you worked." Mara whispered, without even thinking. Drawing back, she turned her back to the woman claiming to be her mother.
"I know Mara, you both did. But I had to work. I did enjoy it with the two of you around me though." Aleese smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I…I can't do this. Please…let me out." Mara said, walking over to the guard. Aleese stayed in the same place, her face looking out towards the small window of sunlight, a small tear glistening in her eye. The guard came in and chained Mara once again. Before whispering, Mara felt the need to offer the woman something. "I'm sorry for the loss of your daughter, but you must be mistaken in it being me."
The woman merely nodded, looking 20 years older than she had a moment ago. Perhaps her daughter truly had died 34 years and 8 months ago.
A/N: There's some broth for ya ( enjoy. 147? I dunno…. how about…I post the story when I'm done writing it! Comments, suggestions?
A/N: Jf/js: I didn't almost take your suggestion, you practically read my mind! Ahh well…
Sorry guys, Mara hadda go to jail! The law is the law…
PS: Okay, EP2 Book is awesome. I am TOTALLY in love with it. The soundtrack is exquisite and well, everything is awesome (except Like Ani and Padme but like, I don't think Lucas will have me fill in for her so...). If you guys don't mind spoilers, Salvatore did a much better job in this book. (
1 Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams, Part 18
By Aleese Sundancer
"Mara, you should have waited." Luke sighed, holding her hands to his chin and gazing into his eyes.
"I know Luke, but he was going to rape me again. I couldn't let him do that. He told me when he was going to do it, and I just…prepared myself for the eventuality that he might not leave when reasoned with." Mara sighed in return, moving her index finger to gently stroke the skin of his cheek. He smiled slightly at the small sentiment. It hurt him to see her in the prison garb, but there was a light in her eyes again. He sometimes worried that it was the violent darkside that was swirling inside her, happy to have been fed, but usually he believed that it was just relief at being free. He did enjoy the closeness that they shared in their visits, not that it was in his opinion the ideal setting.
"I know love. The lawyers are looking at everything. They're pretty sure they can get you off on Self-Defence." Luke smiled
"The same 'pretty sure' as the last time?" Mara winkled her nose. "I'm not going to jail for that b@$tard wanting to rape me!"
"No, this one is more air tight. We've got plenty of proof. They found samples everywhere, and there are plenty of witnesses." Luke smiled. "And yes, I did get your message from Allie."
"And?"
"There is no way I'm naming my son 'Julien'. Julien??" He grinned. "What kind of a name is Julien Skywalker?"
"I thought it was perfectly dignified." Mara frowned, pouting at him. "You had something better in mind? Yoda Skywalker? How about Vader Skywalker? Hunh?"
"Mara!" Luke grinned and kissed her knuckles gently. She laughed and looked into his eyes.
"I don't want him born in the prison, Luke." Mara whispered
"I know, Mara, I know." Luke whispered back.
"Okay you two, times up." The guard said, knocking on the door loudly. Luke smiled slightly at Mara and stood up slowly. She stood up as well and held onto his hands. He shrugged uncomfortably, and turned to walk out. Grasping his face firmly, she reached up and gave him a passionate kiss. His arms floated to her waist, holding her close. This wasn't the passionate kiss of two lovers reunited; this was the kiss of two lovers fighting to stay together against everything.
"I will marry you." Luke whispered when the kiss ended.
"And I will marry you." Mara whispered in return, and then stepped away from him. "I'll see you later."
"Yes, of course." Luke smiled and disappeared out of the door. Mara sagged against the wall and waited to be re-cuffed.
Mara had been in the prison several days before there was any date for her trial. The lawyers had an airtight case, and the papers were screaming for her release. She was fortunate that the Duke hadn't been a better man. Every day, Luke visited her for the maximum amount of time, sometimes just silently holding her and the baby, enjoying the quietness of a moment alone with his wife and child. She could tell that with every passing day, the baby grew bigger, and Luke more anxious for the wedding and birth. Her lawyers also visited, offering their condolences for their past mistake and showing their clear case. By everyone's accounts, there was no way that Mara wouldn't get off. She enjoyed the frequent visits, and only felt lonely when they weren't around. She was almost enjoying the structured life of the prison, and easily handled the other inmates.
"You've got another visitor." The guard tapped on the door. "Keep it short. I thought I told you no more."
"I wasn't expecting anyone else." Mara frowned. Luke had already come and went, leaving early for some 'special surprise'. The lawyers had stopped by, as had Leia and Padme.
"She's in the room, let's go." The guard said, chaining Mara once more than dragging her to the small room. She sat down and was unchained alone for only a few minutes when an elderly redheaded lady came through the door.
"You are Mara Jade?" The lady asked. Mara frowned deeply and merely nodded. The woman seemed familiar. She had a slight, dancers build, and her hair was the same shade as hers except with grey wisps.
"You're beautiful." She whispered, stepping closer. "My little one, so young when you left me, and now fully grown and so beautiful."
"Look, lady…" Mara said, unsure as to how to proceed. It was almost as if…No! Mara was in shock. This lady was not any relation of hers.
"Mara, please, hear me out before you make your decisions." The woman asked quietly, her eyes still going over Mara's. "So much like your father."
"Please…" Mara whispered, wanting her to disappear, yet not.
"I'm sorry Mara. I know this is hard on you. My name is Aleese Jaide. If…if what I've been told is true, you are the daughter that the Emperor took from me over 30 years ago." Aleese told her gently. She looked nervous, and in her own way disbelieving. "I…he told me you were dead, and had cut you off from the Force. I remember the last thing you said to me through the Force. You said 'Mommy, I'm okay. He's not mean to me. Please stop being sad for me. I'll come back to you. I will mommy, cause I love you. He says he's gonna make me forget you now. I wont though; I'll never forget you. Bye mommy, please stop crying.' For so many years I couldn't get that out of my head, even though he'd told me you'd been killed and cut you out of the Force. Your father and I wept for you; he searched for you for years. You were gone though, from us. All these years, I thought you were dead. I'm so sorry, cherished one. I'm so very sorry." Aleese whispered, her pain evident in her voice. "I don't know if you'll ever forgive me, if you are my daughter. I never forgave my Master for leaving me."
"I'm sorry, Madame, I don't know if you are my mother or not. It could just be a coincidence." Mara said, feeling slightly heartbroken.
"No, it can't be. Mara, do you remember the garden? The garden where we played?" she asked, demanding quietly an answer.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from before the Emperor." Mara whispered. Aleese stepped closer and took her hand, despite Mara wanting to draw it away.
"Try, please try. For me, for your father." Aleese whispered. Mara could feel the Force vibrate through the woman, and closed her eyes. She went back to her oldest memories, and still there was nothing.
"The grass was the deepest shade of green, your father always enjoyed sitting back and watching you run yourself ragged." She whispered, her mind taking on a reminiscent tone.
"I'm sorry…" Mara offered.
"I would sit on the blanket and look over my work, occasionally laugh as you'd spin yourself into a frenzied playing some game or another."
"I…I always wanted to get your attention, I hated it when you worked." Mara whispered, without even thinking. Drawing back, she turned her back to the woman claiming to be her mother.
"I know Mara, you both did. But I had to work. I did enjoy it with the two of you around me though." Aleese smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I…I can't do this. Please…let me out." Mara said, walking over to the guard. Aleese stayed in the same place, her face looking out towards the small window of sunlight, a small tear glistening in her eye. The guard came in and chained Mara once again. Before whispering, Mara felt the need to offer the woman something. "I'm sorry for the loss of your daughter, but you must be mistaken in it being me."
The woman merely nodded, looking 20 years older than she had a moment ago. Perhaps her daughter truly had died 34 years and 8 months ago.
A/N: There's some broth for ya ( enjoy. 147? I dunno…. how about…I post the story when I'm done writing it! Comments, suggestions?