Disclaimer: Since Hayden has yet to ask for my hand in marriage, and Lucas
doesn't seem to want another child to put through University…they still
ain't mine. Darn shucks.
1 Rebuilding, Part 9
By Aleese Sundancer
"Skywalker, I do NOT need your help!" Mara sighed gently. "I'm fine, I've been in worse scrapes!"
"Mara, I'm not letting anything happen to you or our kid." Luke repeated, still holding her close as he helped her into the speeder. Thankfully, they'd managed to keep the date of Mara's release a secret and the press weren't bombarding them.
"Skywalker…" Mara threatened.
"For the baby…" Luke grinned and closed the door, walking across to get in the other side. Mara rested in the back seat and closed her eyes.
Luke frowned as his comm. went off and quickly answered it. "Skywalker."
"Luke, we've got a problem." Came Han's grim voice over the comm.
"Can it wait? I want to get Mara home…" Luke sighed gently.
"Can you take a quick detour at the police station?" Han asked. "Callista…"
"She's out?" Luke frowned
"No, she's dead."
"I'll be over as soon as I drop off Mara." Luke replied.
"See you in a bit, kid." Han's voice answered, and then the comm. clicked off.
Mara's head rolled over to look at him, and she smiled slightly. "Ever busy, aren't you."
"Of course, of course. Not even a night with my wife." He smiled and leaned over to kiss her gently. She kissed him back just as gently, and was satisfied with sitting in the car, leaning against him gently.
As soon as Luke had Mara home and settled, he quickly drove over to the police station. It was swarming with the press and Luke had to fight his way into the station.
"Officer?" Luke asked. He pointed over to where Han and Leia were quietly embracing. "Thanks."
Han looked up and smiled slightly. "Kid…"
Luke walked over and took at look at the body of Callista. He winced at her still form and looked away.
"We don't know how she got a blaster, but she put the muzzle right into her mouth and took a shot. It was fast…" Han tried to explain, holding Leia closer. "I know you were on bad terms with her, but I'm sorry Kid. I know she used to mean a lot to you."
Luke could only nod and turn his eyes back to the corpse of his former beloved. He wished that he hadn't had been so harsh with her the last time he saw her. He knew deep down in his heart that it was he that had drove her to take her own life. The thought pounded in his head that he'd killed her; he'd driven her to die. All because of his selfishness, she'd done this. Before he knew it, Luke was outside in the park, having broken down into tears. The Press was soon behind, watching Luke Skywalker break down into tears in a city park. He tried to run from them, and wanted to beg them to leave him alone, but was fortunate when the attention was torn from him and onto the police Sergeant for a formal press release. He slowly stumbled his way home, and into Mara's arms, crying on her shoulder. She silently held him close, her hand rubbing his back reassuringly. She led him into the bedroom, and let him cry.
Mara woke up beside Luke, to the darkness of late evening. His face was still red from the tears he'd cried, and he was holding her close around the waist. He looked peaceful while sleeping; none of the pressures that shone in his eyes were evident on his still youthful face. She whipped his hair back from his face and kissed the top of his head gently. His nose was centred just perfectly, his lips moving in small mumbling motions, his eyelids betraying his busy dreams. She watched him sleep, not wanting to wake him from the slumber that allowed him to escape from the horrors he'd lived through these past few days. She thought back to the other times he'd held her like this, the time their baby was conceived, the first time. Ah the memories. If there was one man who could drive her insane, and yet that she couldn't live without, it was Skywalker.
The thought of having his baby though, being his wife, was frightening to Mara. She knew this is how it was meant to be, but it was so difficult to get adjusted to. It was reassuring though, to know that Luke wouldn't hold her down like most men would. He didn't want her to change at all. One day, the two of them would play with their children, as her parents had played with her in a time before she could remember. And their child would be loved more than any other child had. He would have two loving parents, a loving Aunt and Uncle, three cousins to take care of him, grandmothers to fight over how to spoil him, friends of family that would be at his beck and call. Mara's son would have everything she didn't. With the thought of her son, she knew it would be a boy, Mara realized how hungry she was since she'd not eaten dinner. She tried to untangle herself from Luke's grasp without waking him, but found that he was unwilling to let her go so easily. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her.
"Morning sunshine." She grinned. "How you feeling?"
"Ug." He replied and buried his face in her chest. She laughed lightly at his boyish reaction.
"I'm hungry, you want food?" Mara asked, gently stroking his hair and kissing his temple.
"I want you." He whispered.
"You've had that already, three times! I want food. If you want me and your child to be happy, you'll let me get some!" She laughed and tried to unravel his hands from her body. He only held her tighter, and closer.
"I'm coming with you." He whispered.
"Alright, alright." Mara reassured him and finally got herself free from his embrace. The moment she stood up, he was behind her, his hands wrapped around her waist. "You know I'm not going to get much done with you attached to me."
"Yup." He grinned, and rested his head on her shoulder. "I know."
Mara could only laugh and let him hold her. She knew that he needed to feel the closeness after all that's happened, and maybe it was the hormones coursing through her body, but she rather enjoyed his touch. Alright, it had to be the hormones.
A/N: Longer part to you, prize still up for reviewer number 50!! I hope you like this, it's a bit more broth. The important stuff is coming though!!!
1 Rebuilding, Part 9
By Aleese Sundancer
"Skywalker, I do NOT need your help!" Mara sighed gently. "I'm fine, I've been in worse scrapes!"
"Mara, I'm not letting anything happen to you or our kid." Luke repeated, still holding her close as he helped her into the speeder. Thankfully, they'd managed to keep the date of Mara's release a secret and the press weren't bombarding them.
"Skywalker…" Mara threatened.
"For the baby…" Luke grinned and closed the door, walking across to get in the other side. Mara rested in the back seat and closed her eyes.
Luke frowned as his comm. went off and quickly answered it. "Skywalker."
"Luke, we've got a problem." Came Han's grim voice over the comm.
"Can it wait? I want to get Mara home…" Luke sighed gently.
"Can you take a quick detour at the police station?" Han asked. "Callista…"
"She's out?" Luke frowned
"No, she's dead."
"I'll be over as soon as I drop off Mara." Luke replied.
"See you in a bit, kid." Han's voice answered, and then the comm. clicked off.
Mara's head rolled over to look at him, and she smiled slightly. "Ever busy, aren't you."
"Of course, of course. Not even a night with my wife." He smiled and leaned over to kiss her gently. She kissed him back just as gently, and was satisfied with sitting in the car, leaning against him gently.
As soon as Luke had Mara home and settled, he quickly drove over to the police station. It was swarming with the press and Luke had to fight his way into the station.
"Officer?" Luke asked. He pointed over to where Han and Leia were quietly embracing. "Thanks."
Han looked up and smiled slightly. "Kid…"
Luke walked over and took at look at the body of Callista. He winced at her still form and looked away.
"We don't know how she got a blaster, but she put the muzzle right into her mouth and took a shot. It was fast…" Han tried to explain, holding Leia closer. "I know you were on bad terms with her, but I'm sorry Kid. I know she used to mean a lot to you."
Luke could only nod and turn his eyes back to the corpse of his former beloved. He wished that he hadn't had been so harsh with her the last time he saw her. He knew deep down in his heart that it was he that had drove her to take her own life. The thought pounded in his head that he'd killed her; he'd driven her to die. All because of his selfishness, she'd done this. Before he knew it, Luke was outside in the park, having broken down into tears. The Press was soon behind, watching Luke Skywalker break down into tears in a city park. He tried to run from them, and wanted to beg them to leave him alone, but was fortunate when the attention was torn from him and onto the police Sergeant for a formal press release. He slowly stumbled his way home, and into Mara's arms, crying on her shoulder. She silently held him close, her hand rubbing his back reassuringly. She led him into the bedroom, and let him cry.
Mara woke up beside Luke, to the darkness of late evening. His face was still red from the tears he'd cried, and he was holding her close around the waist. He looked peaceful while sleeping; none of the pressures that shone in his eyes were evident on his still youthful face. She whipped his hair back from his face and kissed the top of his head gently. His nose was centred just perfectly, his lips moving in small mumbling motions, his eyelids betraying his busy dreams. She watched him sleep, not wanting to wake him from the slumber that allowed him to escape from the horrors he'd lived through these past few days. She thought back to the other times he'd held her like this, the time their baby was conceived, the first time. Ah the memories. If there was one man who could drive her insane, and yet that she couldn't live without, it was Skywalker.
The thought of having his baby though, being his wife, was frightening to Mara. She knew this is how it was meant to be, but it was so difficult to get adjusted to. It was reassuring though, to know that Luke wouldn't hold her down like most men would. He didn't want her to change at all. One day, the two of them would play with their children, as her parents had played with her in a time before she could remember. And their child would be loved more than any other child had. He would have two loving parents, a loving Aunt and Uncle, three cousins to take care of him, grandmothers to fight over how to spoil him, friends of family that would be at his beck and call. Mara's son would have everything she didn't. With the thought of her son, she knew it would be a boy, Mara realized how hungry she was since she'd not eaten dinner. She tried to untangle herself from Luke's grasp without waking him, but found that he was unwilling to let her go so easily. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her.
"Morning sunshine." She grinned. "How you feeling?"
"Ug." He replied and buried his face in her chest. She laughed lightly at his boyish reaction.
"I'm hungry, you want food?" Mara asked, gently stroking his hair and kissing his temple.
"I want you." He whispered.
"You've had that already, three times! I want food. If you want me and your child to be happy, you'll let me get some!" She laughed and tried to unravel his hands from her body. He only held her tighter, and closer.
"I'm coming with you." He whispered.
"Alright, alright." Mara reassured him and finally got herself free from his embrace. The moment she stood up, he was behind her, his hands wrapped around her waist. "You know I'm not going to get much done with you attached to me."
"Yup." He grinned, and rested his head on her shoulder. "I know."
Mara could only laugh and let him hold her. She knew that he needed to feel the closeness after all that's happened, and maybe it was the hormones coursing through her body, but she rather enjoyed his touch. Alright, it had to be the hormones.
A/N: Longer part to you, prize still up for reviewer number 50!! I hope you like this, it's a bit more broth. The important stuff is coming though!!!