A/N A snippet from chapter 10 of What Lurks in the Dark.
Boy, do I have plans for this friggin chapter. It's being worked on - that's all I can say for now, is that it is being worked on. And do I have plans. Mm mmm mmmmmm!
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Healing
"Clear your mind," Vader instructed, sitting cross-legged across from Luke. "Healing is… a delicate ability. In order for it to work, our individual energies need to match each other perfectly. If one of us is out of sync with the other, then it will fail. Negative emotions can be very powerful but they are explosive, rather than controlled. They serve no purpose in healing, which is why Sith often cannot, or will not, attempt it. The Jedi who had mastered their emotions were the ones who were most successful in their attempts to heal."
Luke nodded his understanding and took a deep breath in, holding it for a few seconds… and then releasing it again. He repeated the process, aware of his father doing something similar to get settled, until they both felt calm and collected inside - on the verge of slipping into meditation but also not quite.
Gradually, the world around them fell away until there was nothing except his heartbeat, the sound of their breathing, and the feeling of the Force all around them.
The two of them burned with a different kind of fire - their Force selves reflecting the source of the power that they both used. Luke was bright, almost white, shining and radiating with power and warmth… and his father was Dark. Dark and burned, a cloudy smoke and haze that was equally powerful but hot like rage and pain.
Luke could tell that ordinarily, their two power sources wouldn't be able to mingle together like this. They were polar opposites, each one fighting to be in control and blot out the other on principle. The age old battle between light and dark, good and evil. They were incompatible and dangerous. But Luke and his father… they were unique. His father had been born of the Force and Luke was his blood and something about it ran in their veins differently than it did in others.
The thread of their Force bond was there, permanent, buried so deep in their hearts that it could never be removed unless it was through the separation of death. It was a family bond. The two of them were just enough alike, not completely, but enough, that their power sources could mingle together.
Enough for this to be possible.
Luke touched the thread of their bond, feeling it quiver and thrum with energy, and followed it to his father, closer and closer as at the same time his father reached for him. They merged seamlessly together - two halves of each other, coming together to create one whole.
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