DREAMER part 4
Author:
Lia
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Rating: NC-17 or M
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas.
Pity.
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It was spring in that
part of Corellia. That meant while the days were pleasantly warm, nights and
early mornings were foggy and chilly, especially near the sea.
Luke shivered and wrapped himself tighter in his cloak. In spite of the uncomfortable
chill he liked to walk on the beach and watch the sunrise. It was beautiful
and quiet. Quiet... the thought made him smirk. When had Luke Skywalker, the
reckless brat who was always dreaming about adventures, taken to long for quiet?
When I found out who
my father was.
When I lost my right hand.
When I gave up counting casualties because I couldn't stand it anymore.
When I saw that things changed so little after we won the war.
When I realized I loved Han...
Seven hells, why had he
opened his big, huge mouth and said those three little words? It was too soon,
he knew it, but couldn't help blurting out like a stupid teenager... and that
probably scared Han stiff. His reaction said it all: after a moment of awkward
silence he had smiled half-heartedly and patted Luke's shoulder.
“I said I wanted to go slow, remember? Things are still kinda fuzzy after
all that happened. Feelings can change once you're back in business.”
What did that mean? That Han thought he could simply change his mind after he
was recovered? Or was the man uncertain about his own feelings?
The young Jedi gave a frustrated snort. Two days had passed since that cursed
confession and they had returned to the old buddy-routine. It was as if all
the happened – the kiss and the time they had spent deliciously cuddling
– had been a dream.
“May I ask what causes a child so young to frown before such wonderful
sunrise?”
Luke all but jumped in
alarm. Even without his Jedi abilities he hardly was taken unawares so easily;
whoever it was, had approached in absolute silence.
The man was more than a head taller than Luke and stronger; although he was
smiling and apparently unarmed, the young Jedi sensed danger.
“I am sorry if I startled you.” the Dark Hunter bowed lightly. “My
name is Julian Dronn. I am... a neighbor.”
“Han said this area was restricted.” under the cloak, Luke slid a
hand to his blaster.
“Han? Ah, you mean your guardian. It's... Solo, isn't it? One of the oldest
clans of Falcons. But as far as I can see he knows nothing about his heritage,
so he cannot do much to protect you.”
“What are you talking about? Who are you?” Luke drawn out his blaster.
Juliann Dronn raised his hand mockingly. Then his face turned into a cold mask.
“I have work to do on you, child and I can't do it here in the open. You
will come with me!”
Luke pulled the trigger once, twice, and nothing happened. The blaster was discharged!
When he realized that, Dronn was already over him, strong arms catching him
in a steely embrace. Luke kicked and punched with all his might, to no avail.
It was like fist-fighting with a brickwall. Then he felt a strange smell, and
knew he was lost.
Julian Dronn kept his grasp on the boy until the drug kicked in. He didn't have
to wait much. Soon the punches became weaker and aimless. Blue eyes glazed.
“Han... help...” Luke tried desperately to shout but the words came
out as a slurred whisper. He wanted to break free from those hateful arms and
run home and find Han and... but his body was now so heavy and his head so light...
The Dark Hunter sighed as the child slumped unconscious in his arms.
“So beautiful. So innocent in spite of all the scars war had left. He is
so like you, Anakin... so like you and so different from you!”