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Author Topic: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Twenty: A New Hope **speculation/spoilers for future books!** Completed!
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 Date Posted: 7/15/07 4:44pm Subject: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Twenty: A New Hope **speculation/spoilers for future books!** Completed! - Date Edited: 1/3/09 1:25pm (26 edits total) Edited By: NYCitygurl
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Notes: I've been wanting to do the Ultimate Drabble Challenge for a long time, and I finally decided that better now than later.


Beginnings

Jaina felt her heart soar as he kissed her. He had intended for it to be a gentle kiss, but she suddenly felt desperate for his touch and pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. He felt so good. She needed this, this passion, this release. The feeling that someone was holding her tightly and wouldn’t let go.

She released him from the kiss when she could no longer breathe. He kept his arms around her. “You don’t want to leave, huh?” she asked.

She saw a smile slowly make his features come to life. “Not after that.”



Middles

Jaina curled up against Jag, resting her head on his chest. It still hurt from when she’d bumped it during the battle, but it was getting better. And he was right there with her.

“Did you really mean it?” She asked after a while.

“Mean what?”

“I head you say . . .” She paused before gathering the courage to continue. “I heard you say that you love me.”

“Ah, so you did hear. I was hoping you would.” Jag placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Yes, I love you.”

Jaina smiled back at him. “I love you too.”



Ends

Jaina pressed herself up against his body, pouring everything, her passion, her love, her desire to be with him forever, into that one, last kiss. Then she slowly backed away.

“I love you, Jag,” she said, trying to keep the tears away. “I’ll always love you, no matter what. Whatever happens, please believe that.”

“I love you too,” he responded. “But if you love me, why are you pushing me away?”

“I need to find out who I am. I’ve been fighting for so many years, and I’m so different now. I need time to finish growing up. To heal.”



First

Jaina lay on her back, breathing heavily. Beside her, Jag was doing the same.

After a couple minutes, he rolled over onto his side, facing her, and took her hand in his. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

She smiled at him, loving the sweet, concerned look in his eyes. “I’ll probably be sore tomorrow,” she said ruefully, “but yes, I’m fine. It was good.”

“Yes.” Jag kissed her gently. “Very good. But you know, they say that practice makes perfect. We had better practice a lot so that we can get it right.”

Jaina smiled again. “That sounds nice.”



Last

Jaina felt a tear roll down her cheek. She hated this. She had been the one to end their relationship, and now she was crying as if he had been the one who had left.

“Did I make a mistake?” she asked into space, watching the stars fly by her X-wing. “Was finding myself more important than loving him?”

Jaina knew that she had done what was best for both of them, but it didn’t help the feeling that her heart was being torn into pieces.

She wiped away the tear and resolved that it would be the last one.

 

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Date Posted: 7/15/07 5:15pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week One: Jaina and Jag
These are very good. happy Just taking a lunch break at work, and decided some drabbles would fill the bill nicely. You captured a number of different moods here which is always good to see. happy

 

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 Date Posted: 7/17/07 7:39am Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week One: Jaina and Jag
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 Date Posted: 7/17/07 7:54am Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week One: Jaina and Jag
ack, that was heartwarming and then heartbreaking.

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Date Posted: 7/17/07 9:43am Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week One: Jaina and Jag
Such beautiful drabbles, you really captured their relationship in such a short space. I really loved them a lot.

 

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 Date Posted: 7/22/07 7:11pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week One: Jaina and Jag
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Hours

Tahiri felt numb with shock. Only hours ago, her Anakin – her best friend, her boyfriend, her Anakin – had been alive. Hours ago.

How had things changed so fast?

And the kiss. Oh, the kiss, the one she had promised him if he’d returned . . . but he hadn’t. He hadn’t come back and he hadn’t gotten that last kiss.

Tahiri had a feeling that not giving him that last kiss was something she would always regret.

“Anakin!” she whispered into the darkness. “Anakin, I love you! What am I going to do without you?”

Then Tahiri started to cry.



Days

Jaina felt white-hot rage flowing through her. She hated the creatures who had done this. She would destroy them.

Her baby brother was dead. The boy she’d practically been a second mother to. She had watched him take his first steps; her name had been one of his first words, even before “mama” and “dada.”

He had called her “Jaya,” and had continued to call her that for several years.

Now no one would ever call her that again.

The Yuuzhan Vong were destroying her family and her life. Jaina vowed to let them never harm her loved ones again.



Weeks

Jacen hung in absolute agony, his limbs stretched far beyond endurance. He was filled with pain, and not just from the Embrace of Pain and other tortures the Vong had visited upon him.

“Take Jaina, and kiss Tahiri for me.”

Anakin! His little brother was gone.

I failed, Jacen thought miserably. I failed my little bother. I let him die. I let Jaina turn dark. I never kissed Tahiri.

Jacen knew that it had been weeks since Anakin had died, and weeks since he’d closed himself off from his family, but he felt the pain as if it were yesterday.



Months

Leia stared out of the cockpit window, tears filling her eyes as her thoughts filled with her youngest son.

Leia had tried to keep herself busy, so she wouldn’t feel the pain. Day by day it was getting easier, but the agony of his death still burned brightly. It was hard to survive losing a child.

Leia buried her head in her hands and felt her husband’s warm, comforting hands on her shoulder. She loved him so much. He was her rock. He held her at night when the tears came, and he shared the pain of losing their son.



Years

Ben stared at the holo of his cousin. He had only been a few months old when Anakin had died, but he remembered the pain of losing him, remembered the pain of his family. That was when he became scared of the Force shut himself away.

The memory of Anakin haunted him. Anakin, the perfect Jedi; the one who would have made such a difference. Anakin, the good son and brother and friend. Anakin, who was perfect because he was dead.

Anakin, who Ben would never know. Anakin, who he looked up to.

Anakin, whose death had made him fear.

 

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Date Posted: 7/22/07 7:26pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Two: Anakin's Death
Awww! These are wonderful, Nat! The Jag/Jaina ones made me feel all mushy (for the most part, except the last which made me feel sad sad ), and now the Anakin/Tahiri ones are making me feel really sad... cry

But they're still beautiful! grin

 

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Date Posted: 7/22/07 8:29pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Two: Anakin's Death
These drabbles are amazing. The Anakin ones made me feel very emotional. Especially the Years one. cry

I loved the Jaina/Jag ones.


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Date Posted: 7/22/07 10:43pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Two: Anakin's Death
He had called her “Jaya,” and had continued to call her that for several years.

Now no one would ever call her that again.
That really hit home for me. Sad and so true.

And I thought the "Years" one was excellent, the way you related it to Ben's fear of the Force and how dying was related in his mind with perfection. You can see how that would give a kid nightmares and upset him.

That was a nice set, sad but very good indeed.

 

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 Date Posted: 7/30/07 6:51pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Two: Anakin's Death
Idri: Thanks!! I’m glad you like them happy

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Red

Luke ran his hands through Mara’s brilliant red hair. It was one of his favorite things about her appearance. As bright as a sun, it shone in the light, sparkling every time she moved even a little.

She grinned at him. “What are you staring at, farmboy?”

He smiled at her and bent down to kiss her. “You, beautiful.”

Mara laughed and turned her head, and her hair swung gently with the movement. Luke caught his breath, enraptured with her. He was convinced that there was no color in the whole galaxy as beautiful as the red in Mara’s hair.


Gray

Luke smiled down into his little boy’s eyes. Ben’s still was still red and wrinkled, but his gray eyes were clear. Luke touched Ben’s nose, and then drew his finger away. He knew that his son couldn’t focus enough to see him well yet, but someday he would.

Someday he would watch the stars fly by as he sat in the cockpit of a ship. Someday he would watch the woman he loved smile. Someday he would look into his own son’s eyes and love him as much as Luke loved Ben.

But now it was Luke and gray eyes.


White

Luke looked at the stormtroopers and felt his hands shaking. These were not the ones who had killed his aunt and uncle, he knew that, but when he looked at their white armor, all he saw was their smoking bodies lying in the sand.

He raised his blaster and shot, then shot again. They were swarming around him; all he could see was a sea of white. The powerful feeling rose up in him, and he shot blindly, trying to clear his head, to not see the way his aunt and uncle had looked in death.

He only saw white.


Black

Vader was as black as night, and as black as the deepest, darkest secrets anyone had ever had. He was as black as terror, as black as death.

He was death.

Luke watched him move in his black armor, and he couldn’t help the terror that rose in him. Vader and his black suit were the stuff of nightmares, the stuff of Luke’s nightmares, and even the knowledge that there was a man behind that suit, a man who had fathered him, did little to alleviate his fear.

Vader reached out his hand, and Luke saw the black nightmare descending.


Blue

Ben traced the contours of hid father’s face. Luke’s whole body was cold and stiff. His eyes were still opened, and he found himself looking into their blue depths.

Those blue eyes would never look back at him again. They would never again crinkle when Luke smiled. They would never again dance when he laughed. They would never again look cloudy right after Luke woke up.

He wouldn’t wake up again.

Ben’s gray eyes filled with tears as he slowly lowered his father’s eyelids over the blue eyes for the last time, knowing that he would never see them again.

 

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Date Posted: 7/31/07 5:40am Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Three: Luke
thanks for the PM!

With Mara's hair, you made the red seem more vibrant than the books ever have.

These were not the ones who had killed his aunt and uncle, he knew that, but when he looked at their white armor, all he saw was their smoking bodies lying in the sand.

That makes me feel so bad for him. When people usually think of white, they don't think of death. That was a nifty turn you made there.

For black, though...I think you got across pretty well the feeling of dread anyone felt when they saw Vader.


Ben’s gray eyes filled with tears as he slowly lowered his father’s eyelids over the blue eyes for the last time, knowing that he would never see them again.

sad Aw, that's so sad. With just a few words, you make me want to reach into the screen and hug Ben.


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Date Posted: 7/31/07 5:47am Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Three: Luke
Great job on these! happy And you did my favorite farmboy. love love love
Though they all were wonderful, I think my favorites were white and black.
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Date Posted: 8/1/07 12:15pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Three: Luke
Excellent drabbles so far, Nat. Years and White were my favorites.

Great idea using the POV of the different characters on Anakin's death. Ben's was especially encouraging and haunting at the same time.

White was great. I loved your description of Luke shooting blindly trying to block out the image of his aunt and uncle in death, was poignant.

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 Date Posted: 8/5/07 8:13am Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Three: Luke
SWpants666: You’re welcome!! Thanks happy I agree; most people think of white as good and black as evil. L. E. Modesitt changes it around a bit in his Recluse books: white is Chaos and black is Order.

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brodiew: Thanks!! I’m glad you enjoyed happy Yeah, I really enjoyed writing that Ben one; I’ve not seen a lot of fanfic authors concentrate on that, but in canon Ben was afraid of the Force for several years because he had felt Anakin’s death and it had terrified him. You’re added happy


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Friends

Jacen thought that Tenel Ka was amazing. He did everything he could to make her laugh; he even told stupid jokes. She so rarely smiled that he made it his goal to get her to.

He loved her warrior spirit, her toughness, her beliefs. He loved the strength she showed and the strength she expected from others. He loved that she so readily accepted him as her friend, unlikely a pair as they made.

He thought that she was a very special girl. She would do great things. And maybe someday she would notice him as something besides a friend.


Enemies

“How could you do that?” she shouted. She almost never shouted, which showed how horrified she was.

“I did what I needed to to protect you and Allana,” he replied. “I would sacrifice anything for you. I would sacrifice the entire galaxy.”

Tenel Ka ignited her lightsaber. “You have killed to many people, Jacen. You killed your own aunt. You’re a Sith.”

“Yes. I’m the most powerful Sith in the galaxy. The galaxy is mine, now. I promised to keep Allana safe. Now I have a way to.”

“You are no longer welcome here. Leave – without Allana and without me.”


Lovers

Jacen sprawled on the huge bed and looked at the woman who was lying beside him. The lower half of her body was modestly covered with sheets, but Jacen touched bare skin when he leaned over to trace patterns on her back.

Tenel Ka turned her head toward him. “Already?”

Jacen laughed. It felt good; he hadn’t laughed in a long time. “For you? Always.” He sobered a little. “I love you, Tenel Ka. More than anything. I’ve always loved you.”

“I love you too, Jacen. I missed you while you were gone.”

“I won’t ever leave like that again.”


Family

Jacen cradled the little baby in his arms and smiled at her mother. “She has your hair and eyes,” he said.

“And your face,” she replied.

“Mmm.” Jacen leaned over his daughter. “I think she’s got your strength of will, though. She’ll be a good queen one day.” He looked up. “Allana’s a good name.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it. I love her. Tenel Ka, she’s absolutely perfect.”

“You know we have to hide this. If it got out that she’s your daughter . . .”

“It won’t,” Jacen promised. “I won’t let it. I’ll protect her.”


Strangers

“I told you I would make her safe,” Jacen whispered. “She’s my daughter. We’re a family.”

Tenel Ka shook her head. “You can’t protect her from everything.”

“I can! I’m already running the Galactic Alliance. Soon the Corellians will no longer pose a threat, and neither will those renegade Hapan nobles. I’ll take care of everything; you’ll see.”

“There are some things you can’t protect her from.”

“No there aren’t! I’m the most powerful being in the galaxy! I’m her father. I love you both so much,” he said, almost pleading.

“You’re not the man I love. You’re a stranger.”

 

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Date Posted: 8/5/07 4:02pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Three: Jacen and Tenel Ka
She so rarely smiled that he made it his goal to get her to.

happy Yeah he does. Did. You know what I mean.
And having those thoughts before Tenel Ka's words in "Enemies" really shows how much Jacen has changed. It makes me more sad to see that.

"Lovers" and "Family" made me so incredibly happy. But "Strangers" sums the previous four up so well.
“You’re not the man I love. You’re a stranger.”

Nothing is more true.

This week's drabbles made me hurt for TK more than I have been; his feelings haven't changed regarding her (and their daughter, his family), but TK sees that he as a person has changed and too much for her liking.

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 Date Posted: 8/9/07 2:44pm Subject: RE: Nat's Drabbles -- Week Three: Jacen and Tenel Ka
SWpants666: Glad it had an impact happy I just keep thinking of what she's going to say in canon if she finds out.



Week Five

Smell

Iella wrinkled her nose. “Do I even want to know what that is?”

Wedge looked affronted. “I’m making dinner for you!” he protested.

Iella raised her eyebrows. “That’s dinner? It smells like cooked taun-taun.”

Wedge sighed. “I wish Wes hadn’t told you about that. Look, we were on Hoth, we were cold and hungry, and it was a good idea – in theory.”

Iella laughed. “Why don’t I order something?” she suggested. “Meanwhile . . .” she glanced at Wedge’s mess, “you can clean up this mess.”

“Yes ma’am!” He gave her a mock salute, then grinned and started to clean.


Sound

Wedge groaned when he heard the baby wail. “She was just awake!”

Iella rolled out of bed. “She’s hungry.” She picked Syal up and rocked her. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie. Daddy’s heating up some blue milk.”

“She’s insatiable,” Wedge groaned, getting up.

“She gets it from her father,” Iella replied dryly.

“Me? Never.” Wedge trudged off to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he came back with a bottle. “Here you go, sweetie,” he crooned. He handed the bottle to Iella, who gratefully stuck it in their daughter’s mouth. Instantly, Syal stopped crying.

“You think we hadn’t just fed her.”


Touch

Wedge pulled the hairbrush through Myri’s dark curls, the color of his own hair. His little girl sat quietly on his lap, letting him gently comb out the tangles.

His five-year-old amazed him. She was the quieter of his two daughters, but behind that quietness, Wedge knew, was an inquisitive and intelligent mind. There were great things in store for his baby girl.

But for right now, her hair felt wonderful. Her skin still had its baby softness, and her cute little lips gave him a smile when she realized that he was watching her closely.

“I love you, Daddy.”


Taste

Wedge grimaced as the Boreleias brandy burned its way down his throat. He gasped, wondering what in the Corellian hells had made hi, take a sip. “This stuff is awful.”

Iella wrinkled her nose. “It tastes . . . like burnt taun-taun,” she said with a grin.

Wedge groaned. “Is no one ever going to let me forget that? That was twenty-five years ago!”

Iella laughed. “Never, darling. Now, be a good boy and drink the nasty stuff.”

“Why, again?”

“Because it’s the only thing around for an anniversary drink.”

Wedge smiled. “Anything for you, love.” He took another sip.


Sight

Wedge caught his breath when he caught sight of Iella. She nearly floated in a white dress that made her look like a goddess. He didn’t think she had ever seen her look as beautiful as she did now.

He didn’t take his eyes off of her. When she reached him, Corran passed her arm to Wedge, and he took it. He didn’t care if he looked like an idiot. “You look amazing.”

Iella blushed a little. “Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go. The faster we get to Booster, the faster I become yours.”

 

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