Double Double Desire and Trouble
By Rhea
(Thanks to Jayde Star for the beta read!)
Part Five
One Galactic Standard Month Later
Luke sat in silence regarding the X-wing pilot with quiet amusement. Dathor Whitesun was an old friend, one who he had actually thought died in a Rebel skirmish years ago. Luke did not bring this up not wanting to admit that although he had always regarded this person as a friend, he had not thought about him in years. He had aged well, looking relatively unchanged from the last time Luke had seen him.
The talked well into the night. Luke was mostly killing time until he could meet with Talon Karrde and retrieve the message Ghent had worked so hard these past weeks to decrypt. Dathor, he suspected was just lonely and more than a little in awe that his friend was now the war hero and Jedi Master.
"I can't believe Wedge is still flying an X-Wing," Dathor laughed.
Luke shrugged, somewhat self-consciously, "They're good ships."
"Don't tell me, you still have yours? I bet you still have that old astromech droid, too?"
"We work well together," the blond man said, defensively.
"But really, you're a Jedi now. I would have thought you would be piloting a battle cruiser or taken command of a larger vehicle."
"That's not for me, Dathor."
"What's it like being a Jedi? Can you read people's minds?"
The cantina was busy despite the lateness of the hour. All manner of creatures imbibed drinks and half-heartedly watched the mediocre band play for meager tips. No matter how many times Luke attempted to drive the conversation in another direction, Dathor continued to return to the same subject.
"I told you before, we don't operate like that Dathor."
Luke was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"What about you and your sister Leia."
"No, it's not true telepathy, not really. Not like the Bissen of Sector six."
"How about you and Mara Jade? I've heard that you're pretty close."
Luke grew thoughtful for a moment, distracted by the mention of the trader's name. "Yeah, we're close. I sometimes wish I could read her mind, but it's not like that. Look." Luke stood up, "I need to head out now. It was great to get a chance to talk to you."
"Hey, Was it something I said?"
"No, no I just have to meet someone" He offered his hand and the man waved him away seeming reluctant to touch the Jedi, "Glad we had this chance to chat."
Luke shrugged. His force sense was buzzing mildly. He shrugged it off, not detecting any danger. The Jedi made his way out of the cantina and toward the rendezvous point. It was a relief to get out of the cloying smoke of the cantina. His ears buzzed slightly from the sudden cessation of noise. The Jedi decided that solitude was sometime vastly underrated. A little bit of peace and quiet might be nice, while he waited for Karrde to arrive. The air was still and the courtyard by the dry fountain was empty. This was the first moment during this evening that he really felt relaxed. Luke sat down on a tile bench and took a deep breath. He gazed up at the twin moons and waited.
One Galactic Standard Day Later
Mara Jade hated the numerous social functions that her current assignment demanded. She was at ease in her role as master trader and was well skilled in all the social graces, but it did not mean that she enjoyed these gatherings. Mara was eager to follow on the lead Skywalker had recently sent her. She sensed something, a flicker through the force. Mara glanced around the room unable to pinpoint the source of her unease. Mara took a sip of her drink, trying to make a show of listening to the Bothan diplomat, but not hearing a word he said. She absent-mindedly nodded and moved away from the talkative alien. Fortunately, a serving droid approached and Mara slipped away as the Bothan made a drink request.
She peered across the dance floor spying more alien species than even she could identify. Her gaze stopped abruptly on a human male just a few meters away. He was garbed in dark clothing with a short cape covering one shoulder. His dark blonde hair shone in the pulsating lights of the party. He seemed to sense her regard and he turned to meet her gaze. His blue eyes captured her were she stood.
The man's two companions noted his distraction and stopped their conversation. Mara hardly noticed their presence. She felt as if she could not breath. He smiled slightly in her direction and it seemed to break the spell that had caught her. She felt the edges of her mouth tip upward in a smile. She had received his message and had been expecting him, but not this soon.
She set her glass down on a table and began to head in his direction. A large twi'lick barred her path and moved as if to grab her hand, "My dear girl. It is so good to see you again at last. I must claim this dance since I was denied the pleasure all those years ago in the Imperial court." The smile slipped from her face as she turned to inspect this new comer. It was a low level dignitary that she had been forced to entertain years ago at the Emperor's request.
A flash of annoyance speared through Mara as she effortlessly avoided physical contact with the alien. Her hand went reflectively to the hilt of her lightsaber when a voice interrupted
"Actually, she has already promised this dance to me." Luke stepped forwards, laying his hand on her arm, possessively.
She knew that this gesture should irritate her, but oddly enough, it didn't. Mara's entire awareness became focused on the spot where Luke's hand touched her arm. She felt a warm flush spread across her skin and she mentally berated herself for her lack of control.
He glanced intently into her eyes, and Mara turned her head away, hoping that the dim lighting would conceal her reaction. She reinforced the mental barrier between them. Mara had managed to hide her attraction from the Jedi Master for quite awhile, she was certainly not going to let her guard down now.
"I'm sorry, but Skywalker is right," she said to the alien, glad to be rid of the stuffy bureaucrat, and not wanting anything to remind her of her time in the Emperor's service. Besides, she had detected a slight challenge in the Jedi's voice, and she would be damned if she backed down from Skywalker.
The twi'lick bowed deeply and said, "Oh course, Jedi Master Skywalker."
Fully committed, Mara allowed Luke to lead her into the dancing throng. The music was loud and she wondered if she overestimated her ability to suppress her reaction when the Jedi pulled her close and began to dance. Mara found it difficult to breath and she was hyperaware of her own state. She glanced up into the Jedi's face. His pupils were large and dark and his expression started her heart hammering loudly in her chest.
Everything else faded into insignificance. She took a slow, deep breath and forced herself to relax. The music pulsed through her body and she leaned into Luke. Mara had always enjoyed dancing and she let herself revel in the movements, secretly glad that she was sharing this moment with Skywalker. As if sensing her thoughts, the hand that rested lightly on the small of her back pulled her closer, just enough, so that her body grazed against his. The smooth cloth of his dark cloak brushed against her cheek and she rested her head for a moment on his shoulder. This small motion prompted Luke to rest his cheek on the top of her head. The intimacy of the contact could not be denied. Mara made a conscious decision to still her thoughts, not wanting to analyze her feelings.
"Thanks for saving me back there." Mara said, pulling back slightly to look into the Jedi's eyes.
"My pleasure." Luke replied and a slow smile spread across his face, causing a warm sensation to bloom in her gut. A long strand of red-gold hair was still on his cheek. Mara absentmindedly brushed the strand away.
Luke continued, "I guess you owe me one."
Before Mara could muster an angry retort, Luke asked, "You wouldn't have actually pulled your lightsaber on him would you?"
"I guess we'll never really know, will we." Mara replied a little too sweetly.
She was glad to have an excuse to avoid contact with the diplomats and politician that were all too numerous at this ball. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." He replied cautiously.
"I got your message, but I didn't expect to see you so soon. What brings you to this party, Skywalker."
"Do I need an excuse to see my girl?"
"Your What!" Mara stopped dancing and stared at the Jedi with stunned amazement written on her face.
Luke seemed to stumble and then quickly corrected, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't like me to say such things."
Mara shook her head slowly looking at the man as if he had just grown tentacles. "I don't know what you're talking about." A distant part of her had thrilled that the Jedi had called her 'his girl', but it made no sense and she was determined to get to the bottom of this.
"Come on, let's go some place private where we can talk." Luke grabbed her arm and pulled her past the dancing throng and onto the exterior deck.
Night had fallen and the rings were low on the horizon almost out of sight. The rings, or the Coronet, consisted of innumerable small particles of differing orbits. It made entering or exiting the atmosphere extremely hazardous. Combined with the planetary shields, it made Janus a highly prized location for optimum security. The chaotic orbits as the fragments occasionally collided creating spectacular displays in the atmosphere.
The thick clouds moved across the sky glittering with many tiny moons. It was strange to see that it was night again. Mara had not adjusted Janus' ten hour day. She was accustomed to Coruscant's twenty four hour day. Fortunately, most beings adhered to the Galactic Standard and adjusted their schedule to make allowanced for Janus' quick rotation.
Luke motioned for her to go deeper into the shadows, leaving the noise of the party behind. The mountainous landscape was starkly beautiful. The elongated shadows were visible even in the dimly lit night.
Mara followed Luke deeper on to the deserted balcony, motivated by an urge to understand his unusual behavior.
Mara said, "Okay, out with it."
"I don't understand." Luke stood fractionally closer to her than good manners indicated but Mara refused to step back.
"What's with the strange comments?"
A confused look crossed the Jedi's face and he seemed to gather his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not quite myself today."
"Yeah, well, if I don't feel great I don't suddenly call you pet names."
"Why don't you?"
"What!"
"Come on. It's all over the newsvids. Everyone knows about us."
"Okay, Now I know there is something, wrong. There is no 'us'."
Luke looked searchingly into her face. "Don't you want there to be an 'us'? I know you care about me. What, I'm not allowed to return the emotion?"
Mara was too stunned to say anything. Luke's blue eyes glittered in the night with innocent enthusiasm.
*Typical Nerf* Mara swore to herself. He just podraces his way into this and sees nothing wrong with his timing or approach.
Luke took Mara's hand and her heart literally stopped beating for a moment, before pounding so hard she could hardly hear his next words. "Don't you know how I feel? Don't you trust me?"
His words reminded her vividly of a previous time he had asked this question. Just outside the entrance to the caves of Androden. Then she recalled all the times that this particular man was the only one who had trusted her. He had remained a constant and true friend, never doubting her. She had almost enjoyed all the times she had come running to his rescue, needing to be needed, desiring to be an integral part of his life.
"How could you ask that Skyw. . .Luke?"
She pulled her hand out of his grip and turned to walk away. Mara looked out over the balcony, seeing none of the natural beauty. Her focus remaining on the man behind her.
"I just need you to accept me, Mara. For the majority of my life I've been on the run, fighting against the darkness. Wondering if I'd ever be safe, ever be truly free, never truly living. I had to ask Ghent to encode a message I sent to my own sister."
"I know, Luke." Mara turned from the balcony railing to regard the serious man. The lines seemed to deepen in his face. Half his features were hidden in shadows. She could sense a desperation in him, a determination that was somewhat uncharacteristic, almost alien in its intensity.
"Do you think the message with be safe?"
Mara felt somewhat thrown by the question, but tried to pull her thoughts away from his emotional outburst to the content of his question. "Ghent is the best slicer I know. If anyone can keep the message safe, it's him."
"But what if it isn't? What then?"
"I don't think the Sith lord's going to find out a way to decrypt his copy of the map and discover the location of the Jedi Trust, Luke. Not without your decode sequence. Ghent's encrypts are airtight and your sister is quite capable of ensuring its safety."
Luke's head turned quickly, his eyes piercing her with his bright blue gaze. Mara moved hesitantly forward, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. A feeling of unease began to tickle the back of her mind.
"Thank you." Luke said and his head bent toward her to meet her mouth. Mara did not pull away, her eyes grew wide as his mouth began a slow, sensual exploration of her lips. She had wanted this for so long, but she sensed something amiss. She threw her arms around his neck, trying to banish the unease. Mara pressed herself against his body and tried not to think. She reached out through the force, trying to read Luke's emotions and reeled back when she sensed shock.
Across the room.
Her head whipped around to settle on Luke Skywalker, his mouth agape.
Mara's hand dropped to her lightsaber as she turned to regard the man who had just kissed her. His eyes opened slowly, the low smile slipping from his lips when he quickly took in the presence of their witness. He could have been Luke's identical twin. They regarded each other for a fraction of a second. Then the man standing next to Mara, dashed down the long balcony and into the lighted room beyond, through a secondary doorway.
Mara pursued him, but could see no trace of his retreat. Her mind was working quickly, filling in all the blanks, attempting to add all the facts. What the hell had just happened?
"What's going on?" Luke whispered in her ear, making her jump. He was dressed in his Jedi blacks, minus the fashionable cape. "Was he a clone?" Luke asked.
"No. Not a clone-Look for someone in drab Jedi black." Mara spat out. She was angry at herself, angry at the world, but in particular, angry at Skywalker.
Luke wisely kept quiet and he broke off into the crowd of dancers, scanning the dignitaries for any sign of his imposter. It was useless, Mara knew. He was gone. They would find no trace of him. Mara knew that the man would no longer look anything like Luke Skywalker and he had probably rotated the cape to reveal a new color, further changing his appearance. It would not take him long to leave the party far behind.
When Luke returned, he took Mara by the arm. The gesture was so like the action of his imposter that Mara smiled ruefully to herself.
"We need to talk." Luke said.
Mara nodded.
Luke and Mara pushed their way past the oblivious dancers, hardly noticing Han Solo as he tried to flag them down from across the room. They walked through the corridors, the sound of their footsteps echoing dully. Mara's mind replayed the evening events over and over, making her head ache. Luke punched a code into the door lock and they entered his suite.
"It was a shape shifter," She said the moment they sat down on the long royal blue couch..
"And you couldn't tell that it wasn't me?" Luke asked, unable to keep the hurt from edging his voice.
"I tried to sense you. I mean him. I could sense his emotions, but it's not as if you can't keep a shield between us."
Luke sighed and leaned back into the couch covering his eyes with the back of one hand. His hand dropped to his side and he turned his penetrating gaze on her, "Why don't you tell me everything that happened."
Mara nodded and she gathered her thoughts, "I was at the party representing Karrde's organization when a functionary I really disliked asked me to dance."
Luke nodded.
"Then you showed up, or I though it was you, and said that I had promised this dance to you. I was so relieved to see you and to get rid of that annoying twi'lick that I didn't think much of it. I had gotten your message and was expecting you, so I had no reason to question your appearance."
Luke leaned forward slowly nodded for her to continue. Mara took a deep breath, "You. . .He seemed depressed, upset. He started to talk about how the war had taken over so much of his life. He mentioned feeling upset that he was always worried about safety, always having to ensure security." Mara sat straight up, "That's it. He was after the information about your encrypted message to Leia. Damn. And I fell into the trap like an unseasoned padawan. I even mentioned the Jedi Trust."
Luke took her hand, somewhat awkwardly and said, "You can't blame yourself. It was a perfectly understandable mistake."
Mara began to shake her head in denial but Luke interrupted, "What happened next?"
Mara colored, pulled her hand out of his grip and muttered, "Nothing. It's not important."
There was an extended silence finally broken by Luke's whispered question, "Why did you kiss him, Mara?"
Mara turned her green gaze to meet the Jedi's eyes directly. "Are all men so dense, or is it just the Jedi?" She stood up and began to pace the room, "He asked me to trust him. I thought it was you, Luke. I could feel his desire. I think he believed the gossipvids that say we are a couple. He just treated me like a lover. I should have realized how out of character it was for you. I was a fool and I'm sorry you saw that."
Mara walked across the room, her back to him.
Luke stood up and approached her silently. He wanted to say something but was at a complete loss for words. Then, the moment was gone.
"We have to warn Leia." Mara said turned to face him.
"I'll contact the Academy and dispatch someone to guard the Catacomb on Coruscant." Luke added.
Mara nodded in agreement, "I think I'm going to get some sleep. I'll see you later." She left the room before Luke had any idea on how to stop her.
Luke watched the door close running through a series of things he should have said, things he should have done. Luke combed his fingers through his hair replaying the scene on the balcony in his head. He felt almost too many emotions to name, and was confused at the sheer intensity of them. He was angry that someone had impersonated him, upset that Mara had kissed that same person, and somehow filled with gratification as well.
He ran his hands over his face and decided to go after her.
* * * * *The door closed behind her. Mara raised her head and almost walked right into Han Solo. Han put out a hand to steady her, all the while she was mentally berating herself for her lack of concentration. What was wrong with her lately? But she knew the answer to that questions - Luke Skywalker.
"Mara, What's wrong? I saw you and Luke dash out of that balcony, actingpretty strange. Not that I blame you for making a fast getaway from that party."
Mara regarded him silently trying to formulate an answer.
"What's with you and Luke?" Han prompted.
"You mean aside form the usual?"
Han laughed.
"Someone was impersonating Skywalker," *and he caught me kissing his imposter,* Mara added silently.
"Wait a minute, you're telling me that wasn't Luke that I brought here in the Falcon?"
"Well yes, I mean probably it was. He's here too, the real Luke."
"So you're saying a clone of Luke is running around here somewhere?" Han shook his head.
"No, actually it was a shape shifter. He was after some information."
"This sound serious. Do you know what he wanted?"
Mara grimaced, "Yeah. A message Luke sent to Leia."
"Leia!" Han exclaimed.
The door to Luke's room opened and the Jedi joined them in the corridor. "I'm sure she's alright, Han." Luke said soothingly.
"I sure hope you're right." Han's mouth twisted, he continued, "This whole thing smells worse than the inside of a Taun taun."
"Sorry, Han." Mara apologized.
"Hey, it's not your fault. I think I'm going to head out, check on Leia and the kids."
"I understand." Luke replied.
"You want to come with me?" he asked Luke.
"No." Luke shook his head and met Mara's gaze. "I'd like to get to the bottom of this."
Han nodded in understanding. He walked so fast he might as well be running. Luke and Mara watched as he disappeared around the corner.
"This is all my fault." Mara said.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. It's not as if you meet a shape shifter ever day, and he must have known what he was doing."
Something about this last comment, caused Mara to study the Jedi, his expression was earnest and he leaned forward toward her. Mara retreated until she felt the wall pressed against her back.
"So tell me again, what this shape shifter said before he kissed you." Luke said, his eyes dark, his expression intense.
Mara's eyes darted to his lips and up to his bright blue gaze. She licked her lips and said, "I already told you what happened. Why is it important that we go over every little detail?"
"Because I want to know how he managed to do what I've always dreamed of." Luke raised his hand and slowly caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Mara closed her eyes and leaned ever so slightly into his hand. Her blood had become thick and hot in her veins and the very act of breathing seemed to take all of her concentration. She opened her eyes to see Luke bend his head and meet her lips.
She threw her arms around him, their force senses swirling about each other that made her wonder how the other could have ever fooled her into believing that he was Luke Skywalker. The Jedi groaned and pulled her up against his body, pressing her hard against the wall. She felt light-headed and doubted she could stand without his support. Their mouths moved in a passionate urgency, their hands roamed with a desperation that was explosive.
The sound of a throat clearing made them break apart guiltily. Luke's face was flushed; Mara's hair was disarrayed. Han stood there with a lopsided smile and said, "Sorry, kid. I didn't mean to interrupt a tender moment, but I forgot to ask if you wanted a ride back to Coruscant with me in the Falcon."
"Don't worry. It'll be alright." Luke told the Corellian. He pulled his shirt down in a vain attempt to regain his composure.
Mara cleared her throat and said, "I have room in the Jade's Fire," Mara reddened wondering how that must sound to the Corellian after what he just witnessed.
"Right." Han said dryly, "Keep me posted, about your mission I mean."
Luke, Mara, and Han stood awkwardly in the corridor regarding each other. It took all of Mara's training to not turn and leave. "Well, I got clearance to go, so I'll be seeing ya' kid. Take care."
"You too, Han. Say hi to Leia and the kids for me." Han saluted mischievously and turned and left the hallway.
When he was gone, Mara said, "Well that was embarrassing."
"Sorry." Luke said. "Why don't we go back to my room."
Mara looked at him pointedly.
"To talk."
"Oh well, that's no fun." Mara said sardonically.
"And anything else you might like."
Mara's heart started beating double time and she reddened again.
Luke started to laugh, "I didn't know Mara Jade knew how to blush. Face it Jade, you asked for that one."
"Yeah, I guess I did. Come on farmboy, I don't want another interruption, like this last one." She grabbed Luke's hand and dragged him into the room. This time it was Luke who blushed.
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(Thanks to Jayde Star for the beta read!)
Part Five
One Galactic Standard Month Later
Luke sat in silence regarding the X-wing pilot with quiet amusement. Dathor Whitesun was an old friend, one who he had actually thought died in a Rebel skirmish years ago. Luke did not bring this up not wanting to admit that although he had always regarded this person as a friend, he had not thought about him in years. He had aged well, looking relatively unchanged from the last time Luke had seen him.
The talked well into the night. Luke was mostly killing time until he could meet with Talon Karrde and retrieve the message Ghent had worked so hard these past weeks to decrypt. Dathor, he suspected was just lonely and more than a little in awe that his friend was now the war hero and Jedi Master.
"I can't believe Wedge is still flying an X-Wing," Dathor laughed.
Luke shrugged, somewhat self-consciously, "They're good ships."
"Don't tell me, you still have yours? I bet you still have that old astromech droid, too?"
"We work well together," the blond man said, defensively.
"But really, you're a Jedi now. I would have thought you would be piloting a battle cruiser or taken command of a larger vehicle."
"That's not for me, Dathor."
"What's it like being a Jedi? Can you read people's minds?"
The cantina was busy despite the lateness of the hour. All manner of creatures imbibed drinks and half-heartedly watched the mediocre band play for meager tips. No matter how many times Luke attempted to drive the conversation in another direction, Dathor continued to return to the same subject.
"I told you before, we don't operate like that Dathor."
Luke was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"What about you and your sister Leia."
"No, it's not true telepathy, not really. Not like the Bissen of Sector six."
"How about you and Mara Jade? I've heard that you're pretty close."
Luke grew thoughtful for a moment, distracted by the mention of the trader's name. "Yeah, we're close. I sometimes wish I could read her mind, but it's not like that. Look." Luke stood up, "I need to head out now. It was great to get a chance to talk to you."
"Hey, Was it something I said?"
"No, no I just have to meet someone" He offered his hand and the man waved him away seeming reluctant to touch the Jedi, "Glad we had this chance to chat."
Luke shrugged. His force sense was buzzing mildly. He shrugged it off, not detecting any danger. The Jedi made his way out of the cantina and toward the rendezvous point. It was a relief to get out of the cloying smoke of the cantina. His ears buzzed slightly from the sudden cessation of noise. The Jedi decided that solitude was sometime vastly underrated. A little bit of peace and quiet might be nice, while he waited for Karrde to arrive. The air was still and the courtyard by the dry fountain was empty. This was the first moment during this evening that he really felt relaxed. Luke sat down on a tile bench and took a deep breath. He gazed up at the twin moons and waited.
One Galactic Standard Day Later
Mara Jade hated the numerous social functions that her current assignment demanded. She was at ease in her role as master trader and was well skilled in all the social graces, but it did not mean that she enjoyed these gatherings. Mara was eager to follow on the lead Skywalker had recently sent her. She sensed something, a flicker through the force. Mara glanced around the room unable to pinpoint the source of her unease. Mara took a sip of her drink, trying to make a show of listening to the Bothan diplomat, but not hearing a word he said. She absent-mindedly nodded and moved away from the talkative alien. Fortunately, a serving droid approached and Mara slipped away as the Bothan made a drink request.
She peered across the dance floor spying more alien species than even she could identify. Her gaze stopped abruptly on a human male just a few meters away. He was garbed in dark clothing with a short cape covering one shoulder. His dark blonde hair shone in the pulsating lights of the party. He seemed to sense her regard and he turned to meet her gaze. His blue eyes captured her were she stood.
The man's two companions noted his distraction and stopped their conversation. Mara hardly noticed their presence. She felt as if she could not breath. He smiled slightly in her direction and it seemed to break the spell that had caught her. She felt the edges of her mouth tip upward in a smile. She had received his message and had been expecting him, but not this soon.
She set her glass down on a table and began to head in his direction. A large twi'lick barred her path and moved as if to grab her hand, "My dear girl. It is so good to see you again at last. I must claim this dance since I was denied the pleasure all those years ago in the Imperial court." The smile slipped from her face as she turned to inspect this new comer. It was a low level dignitary that she had been forced to entertain years ago at the Emperor's request.
A flash of annoyance speared through Mara as she effortlessly avoided physical contact with the alien. Her hand went reflectively to the hilt of her lightsaber when a voice interrupted
"Actually, she has already promised this dance to me." Luke stepped forwards, laying his hand on her arm, possessively.
She knew that this gesture should irritate her, but oddly enough, it didn't. Mara's entire awareness became focused on the spot where Luke's hand touched her arm. She felt a warm flush spread across her skin and she mentally berated herself for her lack of control.
He glanced intently into her eyes, and Mara turned her head away, hoping that the dim lighting would conceal her reaction. She reinforced the mental barrier between them. Mara had managed to hide her attraction from the Jedi Master for quite awhile, she was certainly not going to let her guard down now.
"I'm sorry, but Skywalker is right," she said to the alien, glad to be rid of the stuffy bureaucrat, and not wanting anything to remind her of her time in the Emperor's service. Besides, she had detected a slight challenge in the Jedi's voice, and she would be damned if she backed down from Skywalker.
The twi'lick bowed deeply and said, "Oh course, Jedi Master Skywalker."
Fully committed, Mara allowed Luke to lead her into the dancing throng. The music was loud and she wondered if she overestimated her ability to suppress her reaction when the Jedi pulled her close and began to dance. Mara found it difficult to breath and she was hyperaware of her own state. She glanced up into the Jedi's face. His pupils were large and dark and his expression started her heart hammering loudly in her chest.
Everything else faded into insignificance. She took a slow, deep breath and forced herself to relax. The music pulsed through her body and she leaned into Luke. Mara had always enjoyed dancing and she let herself revel in the movements, secretly glad that she was sharing this moment with Skywalker. As if sensing her thoughts, the hand that rested lightly on the small of her back pulled her closer, just enough, so that her body grazed against his. The smooth cloth of his dark cloak brushed against her cheek and she rested her head for a moment on his shoulder. This small motion prompted Luke to rest his cheek on the top of her head. The intimacy of the contact could not be denied. Mara made a conscious decision to still her thoughts, not wanting to analyze her feelings.
"Thanks for saving me back there." Mara said, pulling back slightly to look into the Jedi's eyes.
"My pleasure." Luke replied and a slow smile spread across his face, causing a warm sensation to bloom in her gut. A long strand of red-gold hair was still on his cheek. Mara absentmindedly brushed the strand away.
Luke continued, "I guess you owe me one."
Before Mara could muster an angry retort, Luke asked, "You wouldn't have actually pulled your lightsaber on him would you?"
"I guess we'll never really know, will we." Mara replied a little too sweetly.
She was glad to have an excuse to avoid contact with the diplomats and politician that were all too numerous at this ball. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." He replied cautiously.
"I got your message, but I didn't expect to see you so soon. What brings you to this party, Skywalker."
"Do I need an excuse to see my girl?"
"Your What!" Mara stopped dancing and stared at the Jedi with stunned amazement written on her face.
Luke seemed to stumble and then quickly corrected, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't like me to say such things."
Mara shook her head slowly looking at the man as if he had just grown tentacles. "I don't know what you're talking about." A distant part of her had thrilled that the Jedi had called her 'his girl', but it made no sense and she was determined to get to the bottom of this.
"Come on, let's go some place private where we can talk." Luke grabbed her arm and pulled her past the dancing throng and onto the exterior deck.
Night had fallen and the rings were low on the horizon almost out of sight. The rings, or the Coronet, consisted of innumerable small particles of differing orbits. It made entering or exiting the atmosphere extremely hazardous. Combined with the planetary shields, it made Janus a highly prized location for optimum security. The chaotic orbits as the fragments occasionally collided creating spectacular displays in the atmosphere.
The thick clouds moved across the sky glittering with many tiny moons. It was strange to see that it was night again. Mara had not adjusted Janus' ten hour day. She was accustomed to Coruscant's twenty four hour day. Fortunately, most beings adhered to the Galactic Standard and adjusted their schedule to make allowanced for Janus' quick rotation.
Luke motioned for her to go deeper into the shadows, leaving the noise of the party behind. The mountainous landscape was starkly beautiful. The elongated shadows were visible even in the dimly lit night.
Mara followed Luke deeper on to the deserted balcony, motivated by an urge to understand his unusual behavior.
Mara said, "Okay, out with it."
"I don't understand." Luke stood fractionally closer to her than good manners indicated but Mara refused to step back.
"What's with the strange comments?"
A confused look crossed the Jedi's face and he seemed to gather his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not quite myself today."
"Yeah, well, if I don't feel great I don't suddenly call you pet names."
"Why don't you?"
"What!"
"Come on. It's all over the newsvids. Everyone knows about us."
"Okay, Now I know there is something, wrong. There is no 'us'."
Luke looked searchingly into her face. "Don't you want there to be an 'us'? I know you care about me. What, I'm not allowed to return the emotion?"
Mara was too stunned to say anything. Luke's blue eyes glittered in the night with innocent enthusiasm.
*Typical Nerf* Mara swore to herself. He just podraces his way into this and sees nothing wrong with his timing or approach.
Luke took Mara's hand and her heart literally stopped beating for a moment, before pounding so hard she could hardly hear his next words. "Don't you know how I feel? Don't you trust me?"
His words reminded her vividly of a previous time he had asked this question. Just outside the entrance to the caves of Androden. Then she recalled all the times that this particular man was the only one who had trusted her. He had remained a constant and true friend, never doubting her. She had almost enjoyed all the times she had come running to his rescue, needing to be needed, desiring to be an integral part of his life.
"How could you ask that Skyw. . .Luke?"
She pulled her hand out of his grip and turned to walk away. Mara looked out over the balcony, seeing none of the natural beauty. Her focus remaining on the man behind her.
"I just need you to accept me, Mara. For the majority of my life I've been on the run, fighting against the darkness. Wondering if I'd ever be safe, ever be truly free, never truly living. I had to ask Ghent to encode a message I sent to my own sister."
"I know, Luke." Mara turned from the balcony railing to regard the serious man. The lines seemed to deepen in his face. Half his features were hidden in shadows. She could sense a desperation in him, a determination that was somewhat uncharacteristic, almost alien in its intensity.
"Do you think the message with be safe?"
Mara felt somewhat thrown by the question, but tried to pull her thoughts away from his emotional outburst to the content of his question. "Ghent is the best slicer I know. If anyone can keep the message safe, it's him."
"But what if it isn't? What then?"
"I don't think the Sith lord's going to find out a way to decrypt his copy of the map and discover the location of the Jedi Trust, Luke. Not without your decode sequence. Ghent's encrypts are airtight and your sister is quite capable of ensuring its safety."
Luke's head turned quickly, his eyes piercing her with his bright blue gaze. Mara moved hesitantly forward, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. A feeling of unease began to tickle the back of her mind.
"Thank you." Luke said and his head bent toward her to meet her mouth. Mara did not pull away, her eyes grew wide as his mouth began a slow, sensual exploration of her lips. She had wanted this for so long, but she sensed something amiss. She threw her arms around his neck, trying to banish the unease. Mara pressed herself against his body and tried not to think. She reached out through the force, trying to read Luke's emotions and reeled back when she sensed shock.
Across the room.
Her head whipped around to settle on Luke Skywalker, his mouth agape.
Mara's hand dropped to her lightsaber as she turned to regard the man who had just kissed her. His eyes opened slowly, the low smile slipping from his lips when he quickly took in the presence of their witness. He could have been Luke's identical twin. They regarded each other for a fraction of a second. Then the man standing next to Mara, dashed down the long balcony and into the lighted room beyond, through a secondary doorway.
Mara pursued him, but could see no trace of his retreat. Her mind was working quickly, filling in all the blanks, attempting to add all the facts. What the hell had just happened?
"What's going on?" Luke whispered in her ear, making her jump. He was dressed in his Jedi blacks, minus the fashionable cape. "Was he a clone?" Luke asked.
"No. Not a clone-Look for someone in drab Jedi black." Mara spat out. She was angry at herself, angry at the world, but in particular, angry at Skywalker.
Luke wisely kept quiet and he broke off into the crowd of dancers, scanning the dignitaries for any sign of his imposter. It was useless, Mara knew. He was gone. They would find no trace of him. Mara knew that the man would no longer look anything like Luke Skywalker and he had probably rotated the cape to reveal a new color, further changing his appearance. It would not take him long to leave the party far behind.
When Luke returned, he took Mara by the arm. The gesture was so like the action of his imposter that Mara smiled ruefully to herself.
"We need to talk." Luke said.
Mara nodded.
Luke and Mara pushed their way past the oblivious dancers, hardly noticing Han Solo as he tried to flag them down from across the room. They walked through the corridors, the sound of their footsteps echoing dully. Mara's mind replayed the evening events over and over, making her head ache. Luke punched a code into the door lock and they entered his suite.
"It was a shape shifter," She said the moment they sat down on the long royal blue couch..
"And you couldn't tell that it wasn't me?" Luke asked, unable to keep the hurt from edging his voice.
"I tried to sense you. I mean him. I could sense his emotions, but it's not as if you can't keep a shield between us."
Luke sighed and leaned back into the couch covering his eyes with the back of one hand. His hand dropped to his side and he turned his penetrating gaze on her, "Why don't you tell me everything that happened."
Mara nodded and she gathered her thoughts, "I was at the party representing Karrde's organization when a functionary I really disliked asked me to dance."
Luke nodded.
"Then you showed up, or I though it was you, and said that I had promised this dance to you. I was so relieved to see you and to get rid of that annoying twi'lick that I didn't think much of it. I had gotten your message and was expecting you, so I had no reason to question your appearance."
Luke leaned forward slowly nodded for her to continue. Mara took a deep breath, "You. . .He seemed depressed, upset. He started to talk about how the war had taken over so much of his life. He mentioned feeling upset that he was always worried about safety, always having to ensure security." Mara sat straight up, "That's it. He was after the information about your encrypted message to Leia. Damn. And I fell into the trap like an unseasoned padawan. I even mentioned the Jedi Trust."
Luke took her hand, somewhat awkwardly and said, "You can't blame yourself. It was a perfectly understandable mistake."
Mara began to shake her head in denial but Luke interrupted, "What happened next?"
Mara colored, pulled her hand out of his grip and muttered, "Nothing. It's not important."
There was an extended silence finally broken by Luke's whispered question, "Why did you kiss him, Mara?"
Mara turned her green gaze to meet the Jedi's eyes directly. "Are all men so dense, or is it just the Jedi?" She stood up and began to pace the room, "He asked me to trust him. I thought it was you, Luke. I could feel his desire. I think he believed the gossipvids that say we are a couple. He just treated me like a lover. I should have realized how out of character it was for you. I was a fool and I'm sorry you saw that."
Mara walked across the room, her back to him.
Luke stood up and approached her silently. He wanted to say something but was at a complete loss for words. Then, the moment was gone.
"We have to warn Leia." Mara said turned to face him.
"I'll contact the Academy and dispatch someone to guard the Catacomb on Coruscant." Luke added.
Mara nodded in agreement, "I think I'm going to get some sleep. I'll see you later." She left the room before Luke had any idea on how to stop her.
Luke watched the door close running through a series of things he should have said, things he should have done. Luke combed his fingers through his hair replaying the scene on the balcony in his head. He felt almost too many emotions to name, and was confused at the sheer intensity of them. He was angry that someone had impersonated him, upset that Mara had kissed that same person, and somehow filled with gratification as well.
He ran his hands over his face and decided to go after her.
* * * * *The door closed behind her. Mara raised her head and almost walked right into Han Solo. Han put out a hand to steady her, all the while she was mentally berating herself for her lack of concentration. What was wrong with her lately? But she knew the answer to that questions - Luke Skywalker.
"Mara, What's wrong? I saw you and Luke dash out of that balcony, actingpretty strange. Not that I blame you for making a fast getaway from that party."
Mara regarded him silently trying to formulate an answer.
"What's with you and Luke?" Han prompted.
"You mean aside form the usual?"
Han laughed.
"Someone was impersonating Skywalker," *and he caught me kissing his imposter,* Mara added silently.
"Wait a minute, you're telling me that wasn't Luke that I brought here in the Falcon?"
"Well yes, I mean probably it was. He's here too, the real Luke."
"So you're saying a clone of Luke is running around here somewhere?" Han shook his head.
"No, actually it was a shape shifter. He was after some information."
"This sound serious. Do you know what he wanted?"
Mara grimaced, "Yeah. A message Luke sent to Leia."
"Leia!" Han exclaimed.
The door to Luke's room opened and the Jedi joined them in the corridor. "I'm sure she's alright, Han." Luke said soothingly.
"I sure hope you're right." Han's mouth twisted, he continued, "This whole thing smells worse than the inside of a Taun taun."
"Sorry, Han." Mara apologized.
"Hey, it's not your fault. I think I'm going to head out, check on Leia and the kids."
"I understand." Luke replied.
"You want to come with me?" he asked Luke.
"No." Luke shook his head and met Mara's gaze. "I'd like to get to the bottom of this."
Han nodded in understanding. He walked so fast he might as well be running. Luke and Mara watched as he disappeared around the corner.
"This is all my fault." Mara said.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. It's not as if you meet a shape shifter ever day, and he must have known what he was doing."
Something about this last comment, caused Mara to study the Jedi, his expression was earnest and he leaned forward toward her. Mara retreated until she felt the wall pressed against her back.
"So tell me again, what this shape shifter said before he kissed you." Luke said, his eyes dark, his expression intense.
Mara's eyes darted to his lips and up to his bright blue gaze. She licked her lips and said, "I already told you what happened. Why is it important that we go over every little detail?"
"Because I want to know how he managed to do what I've always dreamed of." Luke raised his hand and slowly caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Mara closed her eyes and leaned ever so slightly into his hand. Her blood had become thick and hot in her veins and the very act of breathing seemed to take all of her concentration. She opened her eyes to see Luke bend his head and meet her lips.
She threw her arms around him, their force senses swirling about each other that made her wonder how the other could have ever fooled her into believing that he was Luke Skywalker. The Jedi groaned and pulled her up against his body, pressing her hard against the wall. She felt light-headed and doubted she could stand without his support. Their mouths moved in a passionate urgency, their hands roamed with a desperation that was explosive.
The sound of a throat clearing made them break apart guiltily. Luke's face was flushed; Mara's hair was disarrayed. Han stood there with a lopsided smile and said, "Sorry, kid. I didn't mean to interrupt a tender moment, but I forgot to ask if you wanted a ride back to Coruscant with me in the Falcon."
"Don't worry. It'll be alright." Luke told the Corellian. He pulled his shirt down in a vain attempt to regain his composure.
Mara cleared her throat and said, "I have room in the Jade's Fire," Mara reddened wondering how that must sound to the Corellian after what he just witnessed.
"Right." Han said dryly, "Keep me posted, about your mission I mean."
Luke, Mara, and Han stood awkwardly in the corridor regarding each other. It took all of Mara's training to not turn and leave. "Well, I got clearance to go, so I'll be seeing ya' kid. Take care."
"You too, Han. Say hi to Leia and the kids for me." Han saluted mischievously and turned and left the hallway.
When he was gone, Mara said, "Well that was embarrassing."
"Sorry." Luke said. "Why don't we go back to my room."
Mara looked at him pointedly.
"To talk."
"Oh well, that's no fun." Mara said sardonically.
"And anything else you might like."
Mara's heart started beating double time and she reddened again.
Luke started to laugh, "I didn't know Mara Jade knew how to blush. Face it Jade, you asked for that one."
"Yeah, I guess I did. Come on farmboy, I don't want another interruption, like this last one." She grabbed Luke's hand and dragged him into the room. This time it was Luke who blushed.
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