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Chapter 4

This has to be a nightmare the Dark Site sends me. It better is!

This can't be true!

Not her!

There was no way out actually, he had to face it…or better her. The sleepy female form also started to wonder where she might was and she also sat up in a sudden; her face pale and bloodless.

"What…?" Mon Mothma whispered, covering her naked form with the blanket. Apparently she neither knew how they have brought themselves into this awkward situation. She was also negatively surprised whom she spent the night with.

If we're both…well…naked…did we…? Have we had…uhm…sex? In all probability…

"I'm not sure…"

"You neither can remember…?"

"No." He wished himself somewhere else; somewhere far away. He was so ashamed of finding himself in bed with another senator including a lack of yesterday's memory. A special memory.

What if someone has seen us? Leaving together…?

We must have left together…how else had we come to my apartment?!

Did we…,well…, did we behave strange at the ball or did we just start after we…?

"And now…?" Mon Mothma started already to scan the room for her gown. He could say that all she wanted now was leave him at once and to forget what probably happened between them last night.

This might cost us reputation. It's at least a scandal…

How old is she actually? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?

"I…get up, get dressed and…check the situation outside…. Would you please…turn around?" he felt so uncomfortable he had never felt before in his life. So ashamed, so embarrassed.

Mon Mothma nodded and turned away at once to give him a chance to stand up from bed without being seen by her. He did not find anything to cover himself so he nearly ran fast into his bathroom and locked the door. Overwhelmed by shock he leaned against the wall and sunk slowly towards the floor.

I'd woken up to a nightmare! Not even the Dark Side had been ever so creative in sending me dreams.

And now?

I can't wipe out her…not-existing memories. I can't even erase the last minutes because if just one person had seen us together he or might ask her questions and then she'll wonder…

No, we must handle this carefully…and together.

Mothma surely doesn't want our little secret to come out, does she? She'll keep quiet in her own interest!

Finally he decided to stay calm and focussed. Of course this little affair, if he would dare to call it as such, was an accident. The longer he thought about it the more he got the feeling that this accident was not really an accident but an after-effect on that drink both of them took yesterday.

Slowly he got up and headed for the shower.

He was not surprised to see her in her gown when he entered his bedroom again fully dressed for the day. Whispering he offered her to take a shower while he would make out a plan to offer her free passage home. This brought a smile on her face, this little word game of his.

Hesitating she agreed to his offer and let herself introduced to one of his protocol droids that ran his household for years. He did not like the presence of human beings in his home and around him in his rarely time off from politics. So he used to have a few droids running everything for him; starting from doing the laundry to cooking.

His salon was empty and quiet. It was still early in the morning on the weekend and even his staff members stayed longer at their homes, or with their families, than usually during the week. But within a few hours it would change since even on Saturday and Sunday the Chancellors office was reachable and updating on recent events all over the galaxy. Today's schedule was a slow one; just two appointments taking place in the mid-afternoon, so Pestage would join him at home at noon.

Lots of time until then to settle and work things perfectly out for the both of them. On this issue so he was sure they would come to an agreement very fast.

Playing the good host and as an offer for an armistice he ordered to cups of coffee.

"Thank you" she said with a shy smile when she got her cup of coffee and sat herself down to the table in the dinning-room. She seemed to show a little interest in his interior of his private rooms barely anyone had ever stepped in. She was relatively new to the circus of politics in relation to Palpatine but she was not naïve. Both were now in a situation to get easily compromised from anyone who had recognized the situation at the ball. Someone might get suspicious why they had suddenly got into a very close friendship. They did not need any rumours on the nature of their relationship.

"We're on our own, but…the droids, so you might slip out here unnoticeable. My advisors won't be present before the 11th hour I suppose."

"I don't know what to say…what has happened?"

"Probably it is better not to know what we exactly did, Senator? I'd thought a little about how to handle this matter…. Did you…think about it yourself?"

"Actually I did…. We can't remember so…since there is no memory on that, it has never been happened then."

"Honestly that were my thoughts too" he agreed promptly. "So we agree that we kept this a secret? Never ever mention it again?"

"Yes, agree, of course. I do not want to let this come out anyway. It would cause damage to both our careers. Yours and mine."

"Well, then we go on as always."

Suddenly she stopped sipping at her cup: "Your red guards? What about them? Don't they follow you everywhere, do you?"

"By now they're in the public part of my residence. There is no harm coming from them anyway, they're sworn on me and have a contract to silence on everything that relates me."

"You don't have female company often I presume?"

He sighed but after hesitating a few moments he finally answered this very private question. It was better to play with open cards in this very moment.

"No, actually I hadn't had company or a relationship for years. Does this answer satisfy your question?"

"It does, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to be rude."

"Accepted; I'm not common in answering questions of personal subjects, so…"

Stop it. Make this conversation short and small-talking. No need to be concrete on any personal subjects at all; it isn't of her matter! You don't quiz her on her relationships, do you?

Mothma had left his apartment by led of two of his guards in civil clothes. They would take her to a private shuttle of his that would take her home. He had a lot of shuttles in handy, most of them registered by cover names. Anyone would ever found.

He was busy.

Trying to destroy any hints about what happened between them. He ordered to do laundry at once.

He had seen what had been left on the sheets. It was now quite clear to him that they had indeed been intimate tonight. Now his worst thought was about uprising memory flashes.

They would come.

Sooner or later.