A/N - The song below—The Music of the Night—does not belong to me. The music was written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and the lyrics by Charles Hart and Richard Stillgoe. I am simply borrowing it.
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The Music of the Night



Night time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes
And stirs imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defences
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night

Softly, deftly
Music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it
Secretly possess you
Open up your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night


Floating, falling
Sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me
Savor each sensation
Let the dream begin
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night




Keilana was back in her room cleaning out the blasters. This time the large blaster rifle was in her hands. She had already trained it out the window to check it's viewfinder and checked over it to make sure no more than normal wear had been dealt to the blaster. There was nothing obviously wrong. The only thing she could not check at the moment was the exact alignment of the viewfinder to the actual shot, but that could wait. Besides, she would not be needing this particular blaster, not for her plan, at least. No, she would be using her hold-out or her normal pistol, for they were for short range.

Smiling to herself and happy that a plan had actually formed in her mind, Keilana set the rifle down next to her and stood up. The cleaning was all done, though it had taken two days to do it. Now all she had to do was get ready for the party later that night and figure out a way she could smuggle a weapon in. At that thought, her eyes shifted to the gown hanging from the armoire. It was deep burgundy in colour with a corset top and a flowing, silk skirt. The skirt stopped at her knees, the hem jagged and uneven, at times cutting high enough up her thigh to leave little to the imagination. There were also many layers to the skirt for the fabric was thin and very light. Keilana knew she would have to find help to tie up the back and what a pain that would be. It would also be a pain trying to bring a blaster into the party for the dress clung, despite the flowing skirt, it clung to her shape. Eventually, however, she decided against bringing a weapon in. She really would not have any need for it.

Keilana sighed and sat down on her bed. She would also have to put on a magnificent show tonight, one in which she, Luke, and Añaa would be the players. She was not sure if Luke would believe the act, especially since Añaa had no talent in the Force what-so-ever. Keilana knew this for a fact because the woman was not a very convincing person, at least not to other women. Or, at least not to Keilana.

Ah, damn, she muttered, wiping a hand over her brow. You need to get on with it, Keilana. You can't wait any longer. Next chance you get, you are to track him down. Just like a game of tag. You're it, girlie, and the only other player has not yet been so. Her smile turned cruel as the scenario ran through her mind. Of course, the entire plan depended on whether or not she could keep herself out of the Force for a long enough amount of time, but Keilana had faith in herself. And then she would be three million credits richer.

Then Ganner's face surfaced to the front of her mind. She had no idea what she would do with him. It would not be too hard to leave him, seeing as she was very angry with him at the moment, but what about later? What would happen when her anger subsided? Would she find herself missing the Jedi? No, she decided. He was only a fascination, something she could—and would—get over quickly.

Nodding, Keilana stood up to get ready for her performance.





When Keilana walked into the party, she was pleasantly surprised. The room was amazing. Flowers were everywhere and the only light came from the thousands of candles that dotted the room. Long pieces of silk hung from the ceiling and were draped over the windows, reflecting the soft light. The sound of many different dialects and accents came to Keilana's ear, creating a soft roar. Luke turned to look at her, a smile spreading across his face.

What do you think, Key? He asked. Mara Jade, Luke's wife, turned to regard the girl behind them.

I have never seen anything so grand and elegant, she commented just as she lost her balance. Catching herself on the doorjamb, Keilana laughed at herself and looked down at the strappy heels she had reluctantly agreed to wear.

Are you okay, Key? Mara asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

Yes, I'll be fine, just learning how to walk in them. I practised back at the Academy, but carpet is slightly different from hardwood and marble, Keilana said, standing straight once again. Besides, I've worn boots with a short heel my entire life, nothing taller than an inch or two. These, well, I didn't bother to measure them, but they certainly look to be three, if not four, inches. Not my kind of shoe.

Don't worry. I'm sure the diplomats wouldn't mind terribly if you took them off.

a voice piped up. All three turned to look at the newcomer and it took Keilana a moment to recognize the woman. When she did, she could barely suppress her surprise. It was Leia Organa Solo. And standing next to her was none other than her famous husband, Han Solo. Keilana gave a tight smile to the two of them. These diplomats are uptight and that is something they would not tolerate. If I were you, dear, I would learn how to walk in those quickly or find some other shoes.

Luke said, giving his sister a look of pure surprise. That was a little harsh, don't you think?

But the blunt truth, Luke, Leia responded. The woman looked tired. She then turned back to Keilana and extended her hand. Sorry to sound rude. I don't think I have had the pleasure of meeting you.

My name is Key, Keilana said. I'm one of Master Skywalker's newer students.

Han said, as he took Keilana's hand. Name sounds familiar.

Perhaps your children have talked about me, Keilana suggested, her smile becoming friendlier as she dropped her hand to her side. I'm the one who beat up the twins.

Oh yes, that's where, Han said, giving Keilana a lopsided grin. Jacen is quite taken with you while his sister has something new to complain about.

Leia exclaimed, looking at her husband.

Well it's true. You've heard them talk about her.

Yes, I guess that's true, Leia said, her smile toward Keilana far kinder then it had been earlier. Keilana simply smiled back. Key, that certainly is an interesting name.

It's short for Keilana, Luke said, butting in. Keilana tried to hide her wince. The last thing she needed was an ex-smuggler learning her name. He could still have some connections to the underworld and have heard about her, somehow.

Han said. The tone in his voice was exactly the one Keilana did not want to hear. That name sound's familiar as well.

I race swoops, Keilana said quickly. Perhaps that is where you heard it.

You race— Leia never got to finish her question for someone had called her name from across the room. She looked in that direction and excused herself, Han, and Mara on her tail. That left just Luke and Keilana standing in the doorway.

Luke said, offering his arm to Keilana. Let's find this old friend of yours.

Yes, Master, that would be quite nice, Keilana said, tentatively taking Luke's arm.

It did not take long for the two of them to find Añaa. She stood out in her very low cut dress of a very bright colour. She was surrounded by many diplomats of every shape and size, but of only one gender. They were all male. However, as soon as Añaa spotted Keilana, her smile seemed to widen, if possible, and she excused herself from her current group. Waving excitedly, she made her way over to the Jedi Master and student, her dress flowing around her with each step.

Keilana, oh Keilana dear, you look so beautiful in that dress.

Keilana smiled. She held out her hand to the older woman and was surprised when Añaa enveloped her in a hug.

Oh Keilana, it's been such a long time, Añaa said as she pulled away. Tugging softly at one of the strands of hair around Keilana's face, she smiled kindly. You are so beautiful, Key! Why, the last time I saw you you were barely my height and now look at you! You are all grown up, successful, and gorgeous!

Yes, it has been a long time, Keilana said through her smile.

Aren't you glad to see me? I was Auntie Añaa' when you were young, what happened? Añaa's expression faltered as she put her hands on Keilana's shoulders.

I grew up and met the harsh reality that is life, Keilana answered simply.

Oh, you are such a cold thing, Añaa said in a not-quite-baby voice. She cupped Keilana's face in one hand and smiled softly. Come on, give me that beautiful smile I know you have hidden somewhere.

Just to play along, Keilana did so. The smile started out shy but quickly grew into a wide grin.

It is such a pleasure seeing two people meet again after such a long time, Luke said. The two women, who had forgotten he was there, looked at the Jedi Master. Keilana blushed softly and tugged at the front of her dress to pull it higher. However, it would not budge and she was stuck with the embarrassing amount of cleavage.

Yes it certainly is, Master Skywalker, but it is much better being part of the reunion. Añaa's smile was fake, Keilana knew, but it looked genuine or at least was close enough to fool the apparently naive Jedi.

Yes it certainly is. Luke agreed. He smiled at the two. You two must have a lot of catching up to do, so I will leave you too it.

Oh, please don't go, Master Skywalker, Añaa said, putting a hand on his forearm. I would very much like to know what you have been up to lately and I'm certain you can help fill me in on some of the happenings around the Academy of late.

Well, if you want me too, Luke shrugged. Yes, I guess I don't have anything pressing to see too.

Keilana simply smiled and tried again to pull up the front of her dress.

So, Keilana, Añaa said, turning back to the younger woman, what have you been up to lately?

Studying at Master Skywalker's Academy mostly. He tells me I am making good progress, but I really can't tell.

What are you talking about, Key? You are making excellent progress, Luke said, looking at his student. Believe me, it takes some students weeks or months before they can lift anything, but you, you picked it up right away, no pun intended.

Keilana blushed for real this time.

And what about your father, Keilana? Añaa asked, drawing Keilana's attentions back to her. How is he responding to his only child going off to be a Jedi?

Keilana said, shifting her gaze to the floor. He died a couple of days ago.

Oh! How horrible! Añaa gasped. And she truly was surprised. She certainly did not expect that news. Boba Fett dead? Impossible. Oh, you poor dear, you must be in horrible pain.

It's not that bad, Keilana lied.

Are you sure you're okay, Key? Luke asked, surprised by her response. Because I heard about your—

Yes, I am just fine. Me and my father never really got along very well, but I still loved him, she sighed.

Turning to Añaa, Luke furrowed his brow. And how exactly do you know Key's father?

We went to school together, she answered simply. Keilana thought that that was quite enough, but Añaa obviously did not. Yes, he was a very good friend of mine who married his sweetheart right after graduation.

Yeah, but I never knew my mother, Keilana said, wiping a tear from her eye. She died not long after my birth. It kind of threw my father out of whack and he had a downfall.

A major downfall, Añaa said, stepping in. Joined up with some of the worst people in the galaxy.

Oh, they aren't that bad, Añaa, Keilana said before the older woman could continue. Turning to Luke, she started to explain. My father, who was a brilliant mechanic back in school, fell in with the mechanics of the racing world. I grew up around swoop racers and eventually joined with them as a racer myself.

And you should see her go, Master Skywalker. By the age of twelve she was racing and winning in some of the big time races.

They weren't that big.

Oh, you silly girl, you don't give yourself enough credit, Añaa said, pushing Keilana slightly. Keilana stumbled on her heels and Luke put out a hand to steady her. Smiling her thanks, Keilana turned back to look at Añaa. She really is an amazing pilot, Master Skywalker. Flew swoops for a long time.

In fact, the night I met Ganner in that bar was the night after my last race. I decided to get a drink with my winnings before blasting off this planet to the next world and the next race, but I guess I got a little side-tracked.

A little!' Añaa cut in. You're on your way to becoming a Jedi, love! That's a bit more that a little.'

Yeah, I guess, Keilana blushed again. She was putting everything she could into this performance and, with the walls she had put up, Keilana did not think her master and prey could see past her defences and into the lie. However, Añaa seemed to be trying a bit too hard. She could see it on Luke's face and through her own feelings. All Keilana could hope for was that he would believe the tales in the end.

You race? Luke asked, apparently believing the tall tale. I used to fly back in my day.

With Rogue Squadron? Keilana asked, genuine interest tugging at her.

Yes, that too, but I also flew a T-16 when I still lived on Tatooine.

A T-16? Keilana asked, shifting her weight to her left foot and placing her hand on her right hip. I've never actually flown one, but from what people tell me they were pretty sweet vehicles. Just at that moment, Keilana caught sight of one of the Jedi who were brought to the party for protection. He caught her gaze at well, but it did not stay there for long. No, Ganner decided that he was much more interested in Keilana's body than her eyes. Pursing her lips in annoyance, Keilana took a step to the side to put Luke in between her and the big Jedi. In response, Ganner stepped forward and continued looking. Keilana turned back to Luke and Añaa who had gone off on some different subject.

so then one of my secretaries had the nerve to embezzle nearly fifty thousand credits through illegal business and—

If you would excuse me, Keilana said, cutting in. I'm getting rather thirsty and the punch is calling my name. I will be back momentarily.

Oh, take as long as you need, dearest, Añaa responded, turning a smile on Keilana. Nodding in return and then nodding to her master, Keilana moved through the crowd. However, as soon as she was out of sight of Añaa and Luke, she veered to the left and toward Ganner.

Well hello there, ma'am, Ganner said, bowing his head, but not only for the gesture. Is there something I can do for you? Someone giving you trouble?

Can it, Ganner, she growled low enough for only him to hear. I saw the way you were looking at me from across the room, the hunger in your eyes.

Well if you'd only let me feast—

Dump the wise ass remarks, poster boy. Sensing eyes on the back of her head, Keilana turned to catch Añaa's gaze. Putting her arm through Ganner's, she waggled her fingers and smiled. Añaa simply smiled back . There was something deadly behind the woman's smile and Keilana had to shake her head to rid the image from it. Pulling Ganner out of the main room and into a quiet, empty hallway, Keilana dropped her arm and leaned against the wall.

I see you can't wait to get me alone again.

What did I tell you? Keilana asked, reaching down to first remove one heeled shoe and then the other. Holding them up, she gave them a look of disgust. I honestly don't see how people can wear these things.

You did.

Let me tell you, poster boy, it took a great amount of balance and praying to walk in them. Dropping the shoes to her side, she slowly shook her head.

Something I certainly never would expect a hardened swoop racer like yourself to be wearing.

Well, sometimes you have to do things you don't like.

Like leaving the bed of the woman you love in the middle of the night? Ganner said, instantly changing the subject.

Keilana's gaze quickly picked up his. She tugged at the front of her dress and rose one brow.

You heard me, Ganner said, taking a step forward. It's not like I wanted to leave you alone yesterday, I simply had too.

Keilana's voice picked up a venomous tone, but it was not as potent as she would have liked. Ganner could sense as much.

My heart and brain were tearing me in two, Key, Ganner said, lowering his voice and stepping forward once again.

That still doesn't answer why. Keilana's brow furrowed. However, despite her growing anger, she found herself reaching out and grabbing Ganner's forearm.

I'm going to be leaving soon, Key. Master Skywalker has given me a mission.

Will you be back? The words slipped out of Keilana's mouth before she could help herself. Ganner simply chuckled and shook his head.

I thought you hated me.

I can still be concerned about you, you big lug, she laughed softly, taking a swing at his shoulder. However, her hand never made it. Ganner caught the hand in his own, pulled the fingers open, and kissed her palm. Keilana tried to hide the smile that suddenly sprung to her face. How is it that it is so hard to stay mad at you?

That's what we in the normal galaxy call love, Key, Ganner said softly as he pulled her against him. Keilana did not object. She dropped the hateful shoes at her side and put one arm around Ganner's neck, the other hand on his shoulder to pull him lower.

Love? I don't know if I have ever heard of such a thing. Keilana smiled softly as she rested her chin against Ganner's shoulder.

Ganner said as he slipped his arms around her thin frame. You certainly knew what it meant when you told me you loved me.

I never said that.

Not directly.

I don't know what you're talking about, she said against his neck.

But you said it.

Shut up. Keilana pressed herself against Ganner in attempt to gain a bit more height and pressed her lips against his. Ganner did not seem all too surprised. Instead, he answered in kind, opening his lips to her begging tongue and pulling her even closer.

Perhaps we should move, he suggested after a moment against her lips.

Why, no one's around—

Yes there is.

Keilana pulled back and looked down the hall just in time to see an elderly couple walk around the corner. Blushing and pulling Ganner into the nearest door, Keilana was relieved to find them in a darkened, empty conference room. Private enough for you in here? She asked, pressing herself back against him.

We should wait a moment longer, Ganner said, snaking an arm around her waist to hold her still. After a moment, the distinct sound of two sets of feet approached the door and then faded away. Keilana blew out a breath she did not know she had been holding and smiled against Ganner's chest.

Well then, there's nothing like two people old enough to be our grandparents almost catching us in an embarrassing position.

Yeah, no kidding, Ganner laughed softly as he looked back at Keilana. So, where'd you get that gown from?

Master Skywalker of all people gave it to me.

Looks like it's something his wife should have kept in the back of her closet and never admit to owning.

How horrible! It's not that bad.

When you are embarrassed about showing that much skin, than it is bad, Ganner said, putting his other arm casually around Keilana's waist. She leaned back to study his face, a fake expression of insult on her face.

Excuse me? Since when do you have the right to go teasing me about what I wear?

Since you are embarrassed to wear something like this, he answered, smiling wickedly. And why is that? I don't think I've ever seen you blush so much. Keilana did not have the chance to respond—not that she was going to anyway—before Ganner lowered his lips to the top of her dress. He planted soft kisses across the tops of her breasts before making his way up to her collarbone and then her neck. Pulling her chin up and back, Keilana offered what she could to him, giving into his soft touch. The fingers of one of Ganner's hands trailed across her back to cradle one breast.

Since I get this kind of attention, she breathed in response. I've lived in the shadows my entire life, Ganner. I've never liked being noticed when I didn't want to be seen.

Well, now you've got a pair of eyes that won't look away, Ganner said against her shoulder. Keilana shuttered and even she did not know if it was from Ganner's touch or from his words. She suspected the latter. Odd turn-on.

Just shut up, she said, forcing him to pay attention to her lips. Keilana kissed Ganner with a sort of desperation she had never known before. She moved her arms from his waist to wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer to his body, further into his kiss. He in turn took her head between his hands, running his fingers through her hair, and then down her back to grip her waist. Something lurched in the pit of Keilana's stomach, but she ignored it. That presence touched her mind again, but she pushed it away. She didn't want anything distracting her from this moment or from this man.

Ganner seemed to sense that.

He pulled away from the kiss and, ignoring Keilana's soft whimpers, he brushed kisses across Keilana's throat before seemingly devouring it. Something in the back of his mind told him to push the lock button on the door panel, but he paid it no mind. He was too concentrated on his current task of trying to undo the knots on the back of Keilana's dress. Soft laughter bubbled from deep inside Keilana's chest as her hands joined his along her back.

I had those tied real tight so that they wouldn't come loose during the party, she said softly. Ganner growled, partially out of frustration and partially out of his need for her. Keilana clicked her tongue softly as she started to back up. Ganner followed, pulling his mouth away from her skin to look into her eyes. He did not even have to ask his question for Keilana's eyes were as dark and glassy with desire as he knew his own were. Smiling, Keilana kissed him quickly as if giving an answer to his question. Ganner smiled back and ran his hands up her thighs to put his hands on her hips, lifting her enough to sit on the conference table they had backed into. Then he went back to trying to undo the knots in her dress.

You know, Ganner, she said after a moment, draping her arms lazily over his broad shoulders. I never knew you to be this insistent about something.

he hushed her. Keilana smiled and started undoing the buttons on his tunic after casting off his Jedi robe. Spreading her legs and pulling him closer by the fabric of his tunic, she concentrated on the tiny buttons. Ganner took this moment to look down at her face and was fascinated by the expression he found there. Her forehead was scrunched up and her pink tongue was stuck slightly out and curled over her top lip as she concentrated on getting his shirt undone. He even took a break from his own task to help her out.

As soon as the tunic was unbuttoned, she put her hands inside and wrapped her hands around his waist. Ganner took in a sharp intake of breath as her cool hands touched his skin. Keilana just smiled a little cruel smile and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and then ran her hands up his toned chest to pull the shirt off and grip his shoulders. The next thing he knew, Keilana had leaned forward to kiss his chest and run her tongue teasingly across it, her hands moving back to his sides. Then, as she caught his nipple between her teeth, Ganner knew he could no longer hold back his need or the swell of desire that was growing within him. But he could not let it go. There were too many Jedi around.

Who needs the stupid dress off, Keilana said, catching on to his pent up emotions. She had moved to speak in his ear, nipping at it teasingly. she growled, there's always later tonight when I will actually need help taking it off.

Ganner smiled in spite of himself and felt Keilana shift against him. Removing the lightsaber attached to his belt, Ganner set it on the table next to Keilana. He then took her head in his hands once again and pulled her forward into a long, passionate kiss. While their tongues danced, Keilana's hands travelled slowly down Ganner's back to grip his belt between her nimble fingers. Tracing the leather around to the front, she quickly got it undone and pulled it free and out of the way. Next, tugging at his waistband, she started to navigate it down over his hips when something hit her through the Force. Ganner apparently felt it too, but neither had enough time to react. Before Keilana could jump down off the table, or even pull her legs from around Ganner, the door behind them opened up. Staring in at them as if they were two exotic goldfish were at least a dozen different diplomats and senators.

By the gods, one breathed. Other's started talking amongst themselves while other's still were too shocked to do or say anything. Then, as if that were not enough, pushing to the front of the crowd to see what the problem was, was Luke Skywalker. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him, his mouth opening and closing like a guppy's. Anger rolled off of him through the Force and Keilana had just enough wit about her to untangle herself from her lover, stand up, and straighten out her dress.

Master, I can explain— she started, but Luke cut her off.

Ganner, pick up your clothes. Keilana, fix your hair. Both of you, follow me. He growled, not even trying to douse his anger. Keilana flinched as she smoothed a hand over her locks and Ganner had his brow deeply furrowed as he clumsily gathered his clothing. Neither of them knew what their consequences would be, but each feared the worst. Keilana feared getting kicked out and having to finish her job on the outside and Ganner—well, Ganner had no idea what his master would think up for his punishment.

After being led through the crowd of diplomats, her cheeks burning, Keilana stepped into another conference room. Luke turned the lights on all the way and stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his legs spread shoulder width apart. Keilana and Ganner were standing in front of him, not meeting his gaze. The bounty hunter was not sure she had ever been so afraid of a man shorter than her before this moment.

What, may I ask, was that? He said, his voice full of very controlled anger. His intense blue eyes appeared to be aflame.

That was intense passion taking over any sensibility in the minds of two young lovers, Master, sir Master, Keilana used as an explanation.

Luke shifted his gaze from Keilana to Ganner and rose one brow.

Yeah, w-what she said, he said, picking up Luke's gaze and then flinching away.

Well, I certainly expected better out of you, Ganner, Luke said, shaking his head. Keilana had a sudden surge of courage and looked up at her master, picking up his gaze.

It wasn't only Ganner's fault, Master, she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. It was a mutual thing.

Fine, I expected better out of the both of you. You are both adults and should know better than to run away into some conference room to indulge in yourselves in the middle of a party. You, Keilana, you're what, twenty-one? Keilana nodded and looked at the floor again. And Ganner, how old are you?

Not quite thirty, he answered, his gaze to the floor as well.

Not quite thirty and a Jedi Knight. Luke stopped and shook his head. His pose changed into something not quite as intense and he sighed. I'm disappointed beyond words. Not only with you, Ganner, but with Keilana as well. This is a different world than that of swoop racing, he said, turning to address Keilana, one in which it is looked down upon to run off in the middle of a party and and

be caught in such an awkward position? I know what you mean, Master. It is a different world and I guess I'm not completely adjusted to it yet. Keilana was tired of hanging her head, but she had to continue to play along. If she had ever been caught doing something wrong by her father, her scolding would be over within five minutes. I came from a place were following your instincts and doing what you want was okay. That's how I've survived for such a long time on my own.

The Jedi are more disciplined. This is something I had hoped you'd learned by now and you, Ganner, I know you know that, Luke said, his voice becoming stern once again, as he turned a finger on Ganner.

I'm trying, Master—

No, Keilana, there is no try. Do or do not. Luke said, spinning to look at his student. But that is quite enough with this scolding, You two are adults. Ganner, I'm going to keep my eye on you, but you can still go on your mission. However, I'm sending Corran Horn with you to make sure you do what is needed without getting distracted. Ganner grumbled something under his breath but stopped when he caught the look in Luke's eye. And you, Keilana, you are going to be put into more intense training so that I know you are learning what needs to be learned. Report to the training arena tomorrow at oh-eight-hundred. You will be allowed a half-hour lunch break at twelve-hundred and then you will train again until the evening meal. After having an hour long break, during which you will be eating, you will meditate in a meditation chamber of my choosing until twenty-three-hundred. Only then will you be allowed to go back to your chambers—to sleep—and your schedule will remain the same, day in and day out, until I determine you have learned the discipline it takes to become a Jedi.

Yes, Master. Keilana said, silently cursing to herself.

You two are dismissed to go back to the Temple and to your respective rooms. Not to the other's. As if sensing the protest rising in Ganner, Luke put up a hand to stop it before it began. I need my student to sleep, Ganner. I can't have her fatigued tomorrow.

Of course, Master, he said, bowing his head.

You may go. Luke waved his hand and watched as the two left the room. He then sighed and left the room himself, heading for the conference room to extend his greatest apologies for the behavior of his student and Knight.








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A/N - Am I cruel? I don't know, but I will tell you this: There is a reason I keep interrupting these two and a very good reason at that. Let's see who can figure it out first. First one who can read the author's mind gets a cookie!