DREAMER part 8
Author:
Lia
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Rating: NC-17 or M
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
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Chewbacca had found Artoo
hidden in the backyard and made the droid restore the house system to normal
settings. Finally free, Han grabbed his blaster and ran to where he last saw
the Dark Hunter and Luke.
“Find out what's wrong with the tin can” he'd told Chewie before leaving.
“I'm pretty sure the sonofabitch somehow messed up with his circuits. If
you fix him he may be able to give us some useful info!”
Hours had passed since Luke was taken and the wind had partially erased the
footprints on the sand but still there was enough to have an idea of the direction
he should follow. Anyway, few minutes after he reached the beach his com biped.
[Artoo knows where they are. I'm sending the coordinates.]
“Great job, pal.”
[I didn't do anything, Han. Artoo simply gave out the information even before
I asked. It was as if he had been programmed to do it.] Chewie's barks sounded
totally baffled. [Be careful, my friend. It can be a trap.]
“I will!”
The coordinates led to somewhere in the middle of the woods – a perfect
place for an ambush. Knowing that didn't stop Han from running there as fast
as he could, though. Ambush or not, it was his only clue to save Luke.
Hang on, kid. Hang on just a little more, I'm coming!
I can't lose you. I can't. I can't! I love you. I love you and it scares me
to death to say it because I don't want it to be like it was with Leia...
Leia. She was so quiet the day they parted. She hadn't so much as twitched when
he told that he was leaving and why.
“I want only one thing from you, Han.”
“What?”
“Do not hurt Luke the way you hurt me.” her eyes were cold steel when
she'd said that. Han could only give an incredulous snort.
“Why would I hurt the kid? Dammit, I love him!”
“Are you sure?”
“Sith, would I risk making a fool of myself and tell you
if I weren't? Of course I'm sure!”
“But back there in Endor, when we decided to commit to marriage...you
were sure you loved me, weren't you?”
That had taken him aback. Yes, at that time he was sure he loved Leia more than
anything. But then...
Feelings change.
“Yes, feelings change and I can live with that, Han. But I don't think
Luke can. He's so... so intense. And after he became a Jedi and learned to keep
his emotions at bay it seems he is growing even more passionate deep inside.
I actually believe you could destroy Luke if you started a relationship with
him and changed your mind later, like you have already done to me...”
And so she left, not giving him a chance to talk back. No tears, no shouts,
just that cold warning. Funny how their relationship had blossomed while they
were bickering furiously and withered when they stopped doing that.
Why are you in such rush, Falcon?
Han stopped dead and blinked in surprise. He had reached a clearing in the woods when he heard the voice in his head. It took him some time to discern the house partially covered in thick ivies and the tall, pale man in front of it.
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Luke started awoke. Han
was near, he could sense him. The young Jedi sat up and realized he was alone
in the bedroom. He was feeling a bit groggy but the lethargy and the disgusting
sensation in his insides was gone.
Oh Gods, he did it! He turned me into a... a...
Overwhelmed by horror the boy frantically started to look for a weapon –
a blaster, his lightsaber, anything he could use to kill himself. Then, he spotted
a small red vial and a holomessage disc blinking on the sidetable. His father's
holopic was gone.
The best way to defeat a Dark Hunter is to make him bleed.
Of all the things grandpa
used to speak constantly about Dark Hunters Han could remember that one clearly,
thank the Gods for that. A blaster usually produced scorch wounds so it wouldn't
work; this was one rare situation in which a blade would be the best choice.
The Corellian reached for the knife he had hidden in his boot – an ancient
weapon, the only one legacy his family ever had. He used to keep it in a secret
vault in the Falcon. Chewbacca had brought it and handed it to him before his
desperate run after Luke.
[I had a hunch you would need it.]
Wookies do have a great intuition...
The best targets were the throat, wrists, thighs and ankles. If he could cut
deep at one of those without being caught...
“Where's Luke?”
“He's inside.” the Dark Hunter didn't move a muscle, his arms crossed
in a sign of determination. “You will have to put me down to get to him.”
Han lunged at his oponent ferociously. Julian Dronn stepped aside and smirked
as the Corellian fell on the ground.
“You are too slow, Falcon.”
“But I got you.”
It was only then that Dronn realized a small cut in his hand. It was not deep
but it bled considerably.
For some minutes the two men engaged in fierce combat, none of them managing
to get any advantage.
Han lunged again but this time the Dark Hunter grabbed his throat. He had an
iron grip and soon the Corellian was gasping for air, trying desperately to
keep blowing with the knife. Make him bleed, make the son of a bitch bleed
enough and he'll loose the grip!
And then, there was a sound of wood breaking, the familiar swoosh of a lightsaber
and somebody yelled behind them.
“Stop!!!”