Thank you all sooo much for your excellent reviews, they truly mean a lot to me! I am honored to have you all read my story, and I hope to continue to meet your wishes. Sorry for such a long wait and that it is so short. Here it is. :)
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Han sighed softly as he held Leia to him; Luke had refused to see them for the last two days. Mara hadn't been seen since she left Luke's room in anger. Wedge had been sent to clear up a problem on another mission. Leia had been clearly depressed for the last few days. All of this was beginning to wear upon his all ready strained patience. How could they help Luke if he refused to have anything to do with them? He sighed irritably and glanced at the door behind which his friend resided, and suddenly wished that Chewie were here.
But he was not, since Chewbacca had been murdered six years ago. Probably about the time Luke had been taken and switched.... It might even have been the same battle in which Chewie had been killed. Luke had disappeared during the battle, then reappeared after, bloody, hurt, and in shock. But how did he know if that was the real Luke?
Someone approaching disturbed Han's thoughts. He looked up at the man's approach. The man was extremely pale, with dark blue eyes, and brown/black hair. Something about this man made Han's skin tingle. Something wasn't right here....
His worry eased slightly as he searched the man's eyes. A strange wave of calm went through him, and he unconsciously relaxed his guard.
"Hello, Captain, Lady Solo. My name is Adrian Firewalker, I am the mind healer that will be working with Skywalker," the man said.
Both Han and Leia stood.
"Do you think you can help him?" Leia asked.
"I shall have to see, Lady, but there has yet to be a case that I haven't been able to help," Adrian said with a little smile.
Han suspensions grew again, but were quickly scattered with a glance from Adrian.
"Well, I had best see to him," Adrian said, bowing slightly, and then turning toward the door.
He entered the dark room and looked towards the bed.
"Get out," Luke's voice hissed at him.
"I am afraid I can't do that, Luke Skywalker," Adrian said, approaching the bed slowly.
"And why not? I ordered them not to let anyone in. Get out," Luke snapped again, rising himself slightly to glare at the other.
"Because I am going to be helping you, I am the mind healer, Adrian Firewalker," Adrian said.
"I don't care," Luke growled, "I don't need help."
"You are not the first Force sensitive I have dealt with, young Skywalker. But do not worry, I shall help you, whether you wish it or not," Adrian said.
"I don't want your help," Luke protested, fire igniting in his dark eyes.
"You shall," Adrian said, "But for now, I will let you rest and consider it."
Adrian then left.
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"He is abroad again," one figure said to another.
"Yes, I know. We will have to take care of him soon enough, before any real damage is done," the second figure said.
"When you mention we, you mean me, don't you?" the first asked.
"Of course," the second said, turning blue eyes to the other.
"Good," the first said, and a wicked smile came to the figure's features.
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Han sighed softly as he held Leia to him; Luke had refused to see them for the last two days. Mara hadn't been seen since she left Luke's room in anger. Wedge had been sent to clear up a problem on another mission. Leia had been clearly depressed for the last few days. All of this was beginning to wear upon his all ready strained patience. How could they help Luke if he refused to have anything to do with them? He sighed irritably and glanced at the door behind which his friend resided, and suddenly wished that Chewie were here.
But he was not, since Chewbacca had been murdered six years ago. Probably about the time Luke had been taken and switched.... It might even have been the same battle in which Chewie had been killed. Luke had disappeared during the battle, then reappeared after, bloody, hurt, and in shock. But how did he know if that was the real Luke?
Someone approaching disturbed Han's thoughts. He looked up at the man's approach. The man was extremely pale, with dark blue eyes, and brown/black hair. Something about this man made Han's skin tingle. Something wasn't right here....
His worry eased slightly as he searched the man's eyes. A strange wave of calm went through him, and he unconsciously relaxed his guard.
"Hello, Captain, Lady Solo. My name is Adrian Firewalker, I am the mind healer that will be working with Skywalker," the man said.
Both Han and Leia stood.
"Do you think you can help him?" Leia asked.
"I shall have to see, Lady, but there has yet to be a case that I haven't been able to help," Adrian said with a little smile.
Han suspensions grew again, but were quickly scattered with a glance from Adrian.
"Well, I had best see to him," Adrian said, bowing slightly, and then turning toward the door.
He entered the dark room and looked towards the bed.
"Get out," Luke's voice hissed at him.
"I am afraid I can't do that, Luke Skywalker," Adrian said, approaching the bed slowly.
"And why not? I ordered them not to let anyone in. Get out," Luke snapped again, rising himself slightly to glare at the other.
"Because I am going to be helping you, I am the mind healer, Adrian Firewalker," Adrian said.
"I don't care," Luke growled, "I don't need help."
"You are not the first Force sensitive I have dealt with, young Skywalker. But do not worry, I shall help you, whether you wish it or not," Adrian said.
"I don't want your help," Luke protested, fire igniting in his dark eyes.
"You shall," Adrian said, "But for now, I will let you rest and consider it."
Adrian then left.
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"He is abroad again," one figure said to another.
"Yes, I know. We will have to take care of him soon enough, before any real damage is done," the second figure said.
"When you mention we, you mean me, don't you?" the first asked.
"Of course," the second said, turning blue eyes to the other.
"Good," the first said, and a wicked smile came to the figure's features.
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