Disclaimer: I don't own it George Lucas does. sulk

Author's note: Please, please, please forgive me for this blatant Mary Sue! I wrote it along time ago and I realised I've written too much not to post it. I know the original can be improved upon and I will endeavour to do so. Thanks.

Someone not meant to be

Chapter 1

It was night time in spring and Phillipa Turner was on he way home from work and was really tired. She had been on her feet all day and hadn't finished all her university work yet. The customers in the café didn't help either by shouting at her. So now she was tired and had a huge headache.

All this was probably the reason she didn't hear the creep who was sneaking up on her.

It was too late when she noticed, but before she knew it someone had pushed her out of the way and was tackling her attacker. Her rescuer had taken the knife out of the mugger's hand and was…talking to him?

"You're right. I should go home and rethink my choice of career." But the tone of the creep's voice was flat, as though they weren't his own words.

Strange, she had only seen that kind of behaviour when magic was involved.

The attacker then left and her rescuer turned to face her.

"What the hell did you do to him?" She asked, looking after the mugger now running down the street and out of sight. She froze. She looked him up and down. Oh my god. It can't be.

The tall man before her just rolled his eyes as though this happened to him all the time, and he wasn't too happy about it.

"I gave him a push in the right direction," he said with a rather forced Irish accent "you should pay more attention to what's going on around you."

"Er, th…thanks. I…I will." Stammered Phillipa in a small voice. She really couldn't believe what she was seeing, or hearing.

He rolled his eyes and took off.

"Hello? Are you alright dearie? You look as though you've seen a ghost."

She turned around to see an old, grey haired, woman pushing a trolley full of empty cans.

"Yeah. I think I just did." She answered the old woman, who smiled, nodded and carried on walking.

I was obvious to Phillipa who had saved her. But what he was doing here and how she couldn't figure out. Puzzled and still tired Phillipa trudged on home to her dingy flat.

AN: Ok rather short, but I had a really short attention span back when I wrote it :D there is more to come and yes it is very bitty. I am doing my best but I'm trying to keep it as near to the original as possible. Hope you will enjoy the rest to come. (Don't forget to review on your way out)

Peace out

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