Disclaimer:  If this was mine, do you think I'd be writing Fics?  No, this all belongs to our Master and overlord George Lucas who has been the creator of religion, hope and the Force.  Many thanks!  (But if you ever need a writer on your crew…)

Author's Note:  Okay, that was a long time for you to wait.  My many apologies.  Been busy...sorry!  For those who dislike short parts, you're gonna probably have to get used to it.  I don't have much time left in my life for these sorts of things.  I'm giving it what I can though, so please be forgiving.  Besides, I've got two stories going, its hard to be that creative with school stifling you!  hehe

Unfathomable – Part Eight

~By Aleese Sundancer

            Angrily Mara threw her pillow across the room, and then got up and stormed out of the room, past Lando and after Luke.

            "Luke! Wait!  It's not true!"  She called after him as he stepped into a turbolift.  Quickly she darted inside before the doors closed. "Please, Luke, believe me…"

            "I do." He whispered and pulled her close for a long and passionate kiss.  "I just wanted to get away from Lando, and I figured you'd come after me.  Lets find somewhere where we can talk."

            "You figured on that did you?  Maybe I ought to go back…" She said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him gently.

            "Maybe you ought to, but you don't want to, and I certainly wouldn't want that." He grinned and ducked down for another kiss.

            "Where do you want to go?" She whispered.

            "We could go back to the park, or to a café place, or…"

            "How about your apartment. It's nice and quiet." She smiled and sucked gently on his ear. 

            "Mara, can I trust you with my heart?" He asked gently, pulling her gently to look at him.

            "The last thing I want is to hurt you, Luke." She replied, and put a hand on his cheek.    

            "Will you hurt me?" He frowned.

            "I don't know Luke, I can't guarantee anything anymore.  Its up to you, if you want to give…this a try?"

            "Maybe we should slow this down Mara.  I want to be with you, but I don't want either of us to hurt again."  Luke frowned a bit, but refused to let her go.

            "Want to head down to the training area then?  Get some sparring in?" Mara offered, her own silent agreement with his statement.

            "I'd love to." He grinned.  "You bring your lightsaber?"

            "Am I ever unarmed?" She laughed, and keyed the lift to take them to the sparring area.

            It was late before the couple finally stopped duelling and fell to the ground in exhaustion.

            "Now I remember why I didn't duel late at night."  Luke grinned from his restful position on the ground.  Mara laughed and turned her head to look at him. 

            This had by far been one of her more difficult duels to fight, having to keep her eyes off of his bare chest and muscles and concentrate on the actual fight.  It was late for both of them, but it was nice to get the exercise.  "You're just mad because I won." She laughed.

            "Are you kidding, Jade?  I had you beat." He grinned. "I could keep going if you want me to prove it."

            "Had me beat?" she laughed.  "You're the one kidding." She grinned back and took a long drink.  He chuckled gently and closed his eyes to the bright glare of the training lights.

            "Thanks Skywalker, it was fun.  I should get to bed though, I have another day ahead of me tomorrow." She smiled and stood up.  Quickly he jerked up.

            "No, I…I mean.  Uhhh." He muttered, trying to find the appropriate words.

            "Would you like to spar tomorrow night?" She raised an eyebrow.

            "Yes, I would." He smiled and took one of her hands gently. "Thank you."

            "Ahh, the farmboy." She grinned and kissed his cheek gently, then left him alone in the training room.