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Louie_and_Rick Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/12 4:58pm Subject: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana New Post 7- 31 - Date Edited: 7/31 10:06am (9 edits total) Edited By: Louie_and_Rick
	Title: Sailing Little Boats Author(s): Louie_and_Rick Timeframe: post-RotJ Characters: Han, Leia, Luke, OCs from the Breezyverse Genre: AU/mush/angst Summary: Leia's in labour. Han's going crazy. And Luke's in the middle. Notes: This is a stand alone and at the same time, a ‘bridge’ piece between some of DarthBreezy’s little fics and our long neglected story The Song of Santana (which we’ll be picking up as soon as possible!) But can be read alone. This is an AU, and therefore disregards 90% of the established EU, and takes place just before the birth of Leia’s first children, and Luke’s… ‘Second’. Just for those unfamiliar with the Breezyverse, the Canaille Clan comprises so far: - Schurke Canaille (Corellian magistrate, former Jedi, deceased) - Kampher Lutador Canaille (Jedi healer, Schurke's wife) - Aubé Gris 'Tough as Nails' Canaille-Skywalker (Schurke and Kampher's daughter, former Rebel pilot, Luke's wife, Jedi student) - Kay'leb Canaille (Schurke and Kampher's son, Jedi healer) - Pemberian Canaille Skywalker (Aubé and Luke's daughter) - Tamillen Canaille Skywalker (Pemberian's twin brother, deceased) - Toa (Dathomirian male, Jedi healer, Kay'leb's student and companion) Sailing Little Boats Part One Marginally awake, Han Solo felt around for his wife. His sleepy brain fired a warning when he did not find her, as she was hard to miss lately, given the amazing size she had reached in the past few weeks. The cold in the sheets by him finally woke him up completely. Worried, he called softly. “Leia?” A glance to the bedside chrono told him that it was still too early to start the day and since she had resigned as Chief of State it was unlikely that some crisis had dragged her out of the bed. Jumping quickly to his feet, he inspected the adjoined fresher, finding it as cold and empty as the bed. Maybe some midnight craving for a sweet? As he padded his way to the kitchen, he found the answer to his questions. The Princess was sitting cross-legged on one of the living room couches. “Are you alright?” He asked, plopping down by her. “Yeah...” She answered absentmindedly. Her hand rubbed slightly over the tight skin of her huge belly. “What are you doing up so early? Did the kids wake you up?” “Sort of.” The former smuggler raised a brow. “I’ve been having contractions,” Leia clarified. Han Solo paled. “How long?” “A couple of hours.” She gave him a small smile. “HOURS? Why didn’t you call me?” He jumped towards the bedroom and Leia could heard him swearing while he jumped trying to get into his trousers and pull his boots on at the same time. “Han!” She called. “HAN!” “What?” His head peeked from the bedroom door. “Calm down and come back here. There’s no hurry.” “You sure?” He asked meekly, walking unevenly back with only one boot on. “I’m sure. Besides,” she continued, snuggling into his arms, “do you remember this gadget?” She pointed to the place on her belly where a thin strip of flexible metal was attached. Han Solo sighed dejectedly. “Right. You sure it’s working properly?” “I’m sure,” the Princess smiled tenderly, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’ve been reading the telemetry all the time,” she added, showing him her data pad. “It’s been giving the ‘all signals normal’ message since I woke up... See? Here...” As she pointed to the place in the screen, the message changed. The father-to-be swallowed dry. “Uh, sweetheart? What does ‘making first EmCall’ mean?” ** Twenty minutes later, a discreet tap was heard at the door. It was the younger Healer, Toa. To Han’s relief, he was alone. “I guess that means everything’s OK, huh kid?” Han asked with a forced joviality that he truly didn’t feel and then he added as almost an after thought. “Where’s Healer Kampher?” Toa ducked his head in a short bow. “She is going to the Healer’s center to prepare them for Milady’s arrival. She said the contractions have stopped?” “Yeah – so it seems…” “Han?” Leia called from the bedroom, once again placing him on full alert. “Is that the Healer?” “Is everything alright?” Han Solo asked anxiously, “Do I need to get you to the Healers center, now?” “Do not worry, General...” Toa murmured softly, even as Han cut him off. “If I hear those words one more time...” The former smuggler scowled. To his surprise, the young healer laughed. “You have every right to worry, but you do not need to. These things happen; sometimes the body just needs some practice. They will come back, maybe in a couple of hours, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a couple of days. In the meantime...” “...Try not to worry,” Solo recited sarcastically. “I was going to suggest that you both rest as much as you can, because it is the last you will get in a long time,” Toa said gently. “But that would help too. Milady needs to be as relaxed as possible. I will tend to her for now, and then return to the Healing center…” “Like that’s going to be easy,” Han muttered darkly under his breath, but he allowed the young Healer to tend to his wife. To Han, it seemed that the short time would last an age, but he found that the time after the Healer had left, was actually somehow worse. It was like being frozen in Carbonite. No time. Dead time. An eternity and an instant all at once. It was only when he heard the familiar chirps of an R2 unit did his spirits rise. Those sounds could only mean one visitor, and Han barely allowed the chime to sound before he had reached the door. “Luke!” Han cried as opened the door, and he arched an eyebrow as he realized that barring the R2 unit that scooted importantly by, Luke was actually alone… “Where’s Nails, Luke?” Han asked, trying to keep his voice light. I though she’d be here for her friend. After all, she’s already been through this before herself! “The little gundark is off with Chewie, probably tearing new holes in the shipping lanes.” “Yes, I know. Aubé is at home, resting. She’s not well, Han,” Luke replied with unexpected shortness, his features briefly flashed with an unusual hardness, and in that instant, Han was uncomfortably aware that his best friend’s father had once ruled the Galaxy with a durasteel fist… The moment passed, and Luke’s expression softened as he continued. “How’s Leia? Kam said she had a long time to go when she commed.” “She’s resting too,” Han replied with a nervous chuckle as they made their way to the couch. “Toa must have given her something to calm her – hell, he could have given something to me too, I wouldn’t object! I’m more nervous than I was when I finally got around to asking her to marry me!” As if to emphasize this point, he took a large swallow of the brandy that he had left earlier discreetly on the table. “Nails… Aubé, is she going to be all right?” “Kay’leb is going to stay with her for a while,” Luke said softly. “Kam will send an escort to pick him up after I go back,” He paused for a moment. Unsure how to answer, Han opted for the safe route. “Yeah, speaking of which, maybe you wanna go look in on her. I’ll start up some lunch – The kid healer said it would be a long day and he made me promise I’ll make Leia eat something light. I’ll see you in a minute.” Now it was Luke’s turn to be surprised. “Are you sure?” “Yeah,” Han smiled back, some of his old cockiness returning. “I get ya… Sometimes a girl just needs her brother…” ** Luke tiptoed into the softly lit bedroom. The blinds were partially drawn, letting some of the morning light trough, but not too much as to prevent someone of falling asleep. There was a subtle scent in the air too, something clean and soothing that immediately brought to Luke’s mind Aunt Beru’s fresh cleaned laundry. Leia’s favorite kind of music came out from hidden speakers. Even at the end of her pregnancy, his sister looked like nothing but a little girl as she lay curled on her side on the giant bed, her long hair bound into a single loose braid. “Hi,” she smiled, opening her big brown eyes. A bit shyly, she patted the coverlet by her side. “Hi,” he smiled back, leaning on the offered spot on the bed but being careful of leaving his boots out of the embroidered bedspread. “How’re you feeling? “Happy. Anxious.” She seemed to want to say something else but did not. “Afraid?” Luke offered. The Princess shook her head. “No, not really... But I wish...” Her twin waited for her to finish the sentence. “What?” He prompted. “I wish my father could be here today. He’d be so happy...” Luke brushed away a few stray wisps from his sister’s brow. “I understand...” “I mean, I have Han, and you, and Chewie and Aubé and her family, and they all have been so wonderful to me, but...” “...It’s not the same, I know,” he finished for her. Leia’s dark eyes met Luke’s clear ones, that quiet kind of communication that was only theirs going through effortlessly. “One of the first things that went through my mind when I met Pem – I mean, after I got over the shock of course – was how sorry I was that Aunt Beru wasn’t here to meet her. She would have loved her so much!” Luke’s larynx bobbed and his eyes grew misty. “Funny, how even after all these years, huh?” He finished with a wry smile. “I’m glad you’re here, Luke...” his twin whispered, caressing softly his cheek. “I mean, I know you really want to be with Aubé…” “Kay’leb is with her now,” Luke said softly. “Did she need a Healer?” Leia started, causing Luke to chuckle wryly. “What’s so funny, Luke?” "No, it's not that," Luke assured her with a sad smile. "I just think it's funny that even in the throws of your own birth pains, your first concern is other people..." Liea sighed, exasperated. "C'mon, Luke! I have enough of that with Han and Threepio! Chewie seems to be one of the few people left around here with even a fragment of common sense! This is a piece of cake compared to..." Luke grimaced, remembering what she had been through in the past. Thankfully, Leia noticed his worry and finished her sentence with an impish wink. "... Compared to listening to Borsk Fey'lya's speeches! You were saying about Aubé?" Luke offered her a sad smile. Another question evaded. "I was just thinking about what an old friend told me. “She didn't need a Healer… just her brother… ** Luke reemerged from the bedroom nearly half an hour later, and it was apparent that he was anxious to be gone, but Han knew that Luke was also anxious to say something – he didn’t have to be a Jedi to see that. “Kid… Luke…” Han said with remarkable gentleness. “What’s wrong with Aubé, really?” By the expression on Luke’s face, Han felt as if he’d crossed some invisible line, one that hadn’t been there before and one of many that had appeared since Luke had discovered his true heritage and his other family, but unlike the others, he wasn’t going to let this one pass. “Talk to me…” Luke hesitated, and then sat down heavily on the couch once again. To Han’s eyes, he seemed to have aged many years in that instant. “Twins…” he sighed. “Twins?” The Corellian’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Pem was also a twin, Han,” Luke said softly. “Tam – that was her brother’s name, Tamillen - died when he was about three…” Han sucked in his breath with a hiss. “What? Why...?” The hardened Corellian rubbed his face, not finding the words to express his true feelings. It did not matter how he died or why his brother-in-law had never mentioned him. That explained so many things... Awkwardly, he squeezed his friend’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Luke,” he offered softly. The younger man accepted it with a sharp nod of his head. “D’ya think that Leia’s... our babies are in any danger?” Han rasped at last. To Han’s relief, Luke shook his head adamantly. “No, but she is afraid, Han. Do you remember the attack by the Citizens to Reinstate the Empire?” “The CRE?” Han snorted. “How in the Seven Hells could I forget? Leia nearly killed, Mito hanging over the edge of that pod, the attack on you and Aubé… Yeah, almost seemed like old times!” Luke remained grim. “We almost lost the baby then, Han. She was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t an easy time. Then we lost her father…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Kampher and Kay’leb agree – and Aubé herself knows – that it’s partly the changes her body is going through, but still, just don’t judge her too harshly, Han. OK?” ** After Luke left, once again the morning crawled by and yet Leia was getting more restless by the minute. By midday, Chewie had stopped for a short visit and lunch with Pem and then they had once again headed to parts unknown – at least for the afternoon. Han managed to make the Princess eat a light meal and then he convinced her to lay down again for a nap. Of course, he was snoring before she even closed her eyes. TBC -----signature----- Round up the usual suspects. Song of Santana - A story by Golden_Jedi and DarthBreezy http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24750521&brd=10477&start=24750542 An authors' sock!
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DarthBreezy Title: Retired Mos Everett Cantina Founder & JMPR Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/13 4:39pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story)
	Hate to see this sink so fast. Just a little lift... -----signature----- Although the singer is silent, There is still the truth of the song. http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28747916/p1/ Sailing little Boats - with GoldenJedi Anywhere is possible.
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PonyTricks Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/13 4:45pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story)
	Great start! Looking forward to more. -----signature----- Brain: Now, Pinky, if by any chance you are captured during this mission, remember you are Gunther Heindriksen from Appenzell. You moved to Grindelwald to drive the cog train to Murren. Can you repeat that? Pinky: Mmmm, no, Brain, don't think I can.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/14 5:08am Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	PLEASE put me on the PM list! Loved it! And as an expectant grandmother with a granddaughter due in less than a month, I can relate! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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Jada Title: Chapter Rep Charlotte, NC Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 7/14 7:54am Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	Don't stop!!!!!! Tease! -----signature----- Ward 316 \| Proud member of Donkey Squad! Honey, you forgot your pants! ~ TK-2970 DZ-5232 Old Mother Tusken Carolina Garrison Charlotte Regional Representative http://www.heroes4heroes.org
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Louie_and_Rick Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/15 9:37am Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	Rick here - We'll do replies as soon as I whip Louie into shape! And of course part two to follow shortly! -----signature----- Round up the usual suspects. Song of Santana - A story by Golden_Jedi and DarthBreezy http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24750521&brd=10477&start=24750542 An authors' sock!
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geo3 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 7/15 2:02pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	Two things always amaze me when I read your stories. The first is the level intimacy that you invariably manage to achieve - intimacy, tenderness, compassion. You clearly love your characters, and they seem to love you back by living and breathing, OC's and canon characters alike. They just - live. The second source of constant amazement is the seamlessness with which the two of you write in tandem. It a favorite game of mine to try to figure out which or you wrote which part. Sometimes I'm right, and sometimes I'm not, but all of the time I realize that it just doesn't matter. Your story is of a piece, and just flows... Did I mention that your characters love you? Bravo! (So, when's the next bit coming along????) -----signature----- "That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Yor Force to break, blow, burn and make me new." ---------John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/17 3:05am Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	His sleepy brain fired a warning when he did not find her, as she was hard to miss lately, given the amazing size she had reached in the past few weeks. I hope he doesn't even think that around her! Love the talk between Luke and Leia and how they miss those loved ones gone at times like these. Please continue the PM's. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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DarthBreezy Title: Retired Mos Everett Cantina Founder & JMPR Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/17 2:20pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7- - Date Edited: 7/17 2:21pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthBreezy
	oops!! Logged in as Me! Not the Sock! -----signature----- Although the singer is silent, There is still the truth of the song. http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28747916/p1/ Sailing little Boats - with GoldenJedi Anywhere is possible.
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Louie_and_Rick Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/17 2:23pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	Rick: Hey Guys! Thanks for the warm welcome back! Louie: Whipped and ready! PonyTricks posted: Great start! Looking forward to more. Rick: Very soon, I promise, right Louie? Louie: The alloy Cu-14.1Al-4.2Ni (weight %) --- Oooops, sorry, wrong document… VaderLVR64 posted: PLEASE put me on the PM list! Loved it! And as an expectant grandmother with a granddaughter due in less than a month, I can relate! Rick: Gladly! Louie: Well, we were hoping to deliver before that, but it seems that you beat us to it! Congrats, GrandMa Vader!!!! Rick: Yes Indeed!!! Jada posted: Don't stop!!!!!! Tease! Rick: We won’t! Not now! Louie: It can’t be stopped! geo3 posted: Two things always amaze me when I read your stories. The first is the level intimacy that you invariably manage to achieve - intimacy, tenderness, compassion. You clearly love your characters, and they seem to love you back by living and breathing, OC's and canon characters alike. They just - live. The second source of constant amazement is the seamlessness with which the two of you write in tandem. It a favorite game of mine to try to figure out which or you wrote which part. Sometimes I'm right, and sometimes I'm not, but all of the time I realize that it just doesn't matter. Your story is of a piece, and just flows... Did I mention that your characters love you? Bravo! (So, when's the next bit coming along????) Rick: Wow! Such high praise! Thank you I have to admit that this (like Santana) is very much a true collaborative work – I’ll write something, then Louie does… (or Vice-versa) and we’ll tweak and play with it, adding and rearranging until we know it fits… Louie: Do you have an idea how much I blushed when I read your comment? Thanks so much! Healer_Leona posted: His sleepy brain fired a warning when he did not find her, as she was hard to miss lately, given the amazing size she had reached in the past few weeks. I hope he doesn't even think that around her! Love the talk between Luke and Leia and how they miss those loved ones gone at times like these. Please continue the PM's. Rick: We gladly will! Louie: Hehe, Han is clever enough to shut his mouth up… most of the time . Rick: Most being the operative word! New post very soon! -----signature----- Round up the usual suspects. Song of Santana - A story by Golden_Jedi and DarthBreezy http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24750521&brd=10477&start=24750542 An authors' sock!
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/17 5:48pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7-
	This was beautiful. Are you doing PMs? If so, I'd love one, please. I'm going to go back now and find your other stories. -----signature----- "When Han Solo returns to the Death Star in the Millennium Falcon and shoots down the TIE Fighters and saves the Rebel cause, do you think he does so for a free beer?" - Dwight K. Schrute "I made that one up. It's called fan fiction." - Marci Maven
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Louie_and_Rick Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/18 6:50pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana First Post 7- - Date Edited: 7/19 2:14pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Louie_and_Rick
	LASOS posted: This was beautiful. Are you doing PMs? If so, I'd love one, please. I'm going to go back now and find your other stories. Louie: Welcome, Welcome, LASOS! Rick: Indeed! We're glad your here! All righty - with many thanks to all of you, we present the next post! ** Part 2 “Wake up,” Kay’leb murmured, poking his sister with his walking stick. “Come on, sis, if you don’t get out of that bed soon, people are going to think Luke traded his wife in for a Hutt…” “Go away, Kay,” Aubé groaned, pulling the covers over her head. “If you’re just here to give me – “ “Now now, Aubé…” Kay’leb cut her off with another poke of the walking stick. “That’s not a nice thing to say! You don’t want your son to hear things like that!” “Kay’leb Canaille, I am so warning you…” “Or you’ll what?” Kay’leb pressed. “Try to hit me with a blaster shot? Dear sister, I’m as blind as a moon bat, and probably have better aim than you do these days!” Aubé rolled over to face her erstwhile tormenter, snapping brown eyes meeting sightless white. “Kay, I know what you’re trying to do, and honestly I don’t give a mynock’s acid dropping! Healer or no, blind or not, I can still – and will – kick your tail into the Rishi Maze if you don’t shut up!” “You couldn’t hit the light side of a planet with a Star Cruiser, you’ve gone so soft!” Kay’leb mocked, although he noticeably took a few steps back. “Come on, then!” Now Aubé was angry – too angry to feel her brother’s gentle examination through the Force as he made sure that although she was emotionally riled up, that physically she and her unborn son were fine – and with great effort she pushed herself into a sitting position on the side of the bed. “Shouldn’t you be making yourself useful with Leia?” She grumbled. “Luke said they would be taking her to the Healer’s center soon...” Kay’leb closed his eyes in the momentary truce, and once again reached into the Force. “They don’t need me just yet,” he replied softly. “You, however…” “Is something wrong?” Her eyes widened, fear now taking the place of anger. “Kay – my baby – “ “Is fine,” Kay’leb finished for her. “But you, dear sister, need a swift kick in the bloodstripes.” Aubé’s eyes narrowed. “What in the Seven Hells do you mean?” Carefully, Kay’leb made his way to the bed and sat down next to his sister. “You know perfectly well what I mean, Bé,” he said with sudden gentleness. “You’ve been in a pretty low place – too low for even Luke and Pem to pull you out of – ever since Pappa died… and before.” “Luke understands…” Aubé muttered under her breath, but it was a lie and they both knew it. Kay’leb placed a rough arm around his sister’s diminished waist. “Not everything, dear sister,” he corrected her gently. “You never told him about… you know…” “That I asked you about ending the first pregnancy, when I first found out?” Aubé said bitterly, wiping away the tears glistening in her eyes. “That I was more afraid then I am now? Of course not…” “And why not?” “I don’t know,” she sighed. “I guess in part because it’s in the past, and I can’t change that….” “And?” Kay’leb let the question hang there, knowing that Aubé would answer only if she was ready. After a long pause, she did. “I thought he would hate me for it,” she said at last. “I didn’t think he would… understand.” “Like Pappa…” “He was so angry,” Aubé sighed. “I mean, furious… at least at first.” “And then he cried, do you remember that, Aubé?” Kay’leb murmured, pulling her close. “He wouldn’t tell us why, just asked you to go think about it for a few days, and to remember that either choice was irreversible… it was the only time I actually remember mother being angry with him, at least in front of us.” “She told me to go meditate on it. That it was my choice, ultimately… I went to the old fort by the sea, and just… listened.” Aubé lay her head onto her brother’s shoulder. “I never knew that four years later I would be mourning my son there…” “And you’ve never stopped…” Kay’leb finished for her, kissing her cheek with infinite tenderness. “Bé, you need to let him go…” “And act like he never existed?” Aubé said sharply, pulling away from her brother. “Kay’leb! How could you say such a thing?” “Of course not, you silly grasser,” Kay’leb soothed, pulling her close once again. “But dear sweet Aubé, even Luke will tell you that you need to learn to let go… for his sake, for their sake…” “I don’t know how to, Kay.” Aubé sighed, “And I don’t…” “Walk with me, sis,” Kay’leb said at once. “We’ve got time before Luke’s sister will need me…” “But what about Luke?” said Aubé. “He’ll be worried – well, more than he is now – we should at least leave word.” “I’ll com him while you get dressed,” Kay’leb replied with a wink. “Unless you want me to walk you through the streets of Coruscant wearing only your good intentions?” A smack, much gentler than the one she had wanted to give him only a short time before. “Go on – I’ll be ready in a few minutes – I want to wash first.” Kay’leb smiled, and taking his walking stick in hand, made his way to the bedroom door where he paused. “Bé ?” He called. “Be sure to wear something extra nice….” A loud banging woke Han up. “General Solo, General Solo!” The worried voice of See-Threepio called. The droid had learned the hard way that he should never trespass into their masters’ sanctuary without express consent from them after narrowly avoiding a blaster shot from a certain irate Corellian in the early days of their marriage. “What’s up, Goldenrod?” “It’s Mistress Leia, General, she’s behaving in the most unusual...” Another loud banging interrupted the droid. Ignoring Threepio, Han hurried to the kitchen.Opening the door, his eyes doubled in size with the scene exposed before them. On all fours, his wife, the High Princess of Alderaan and former Senator – twice - and Chief of State of the New Republic was emptying and cleaning the cabinets under the sink. By hand. “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” He asked carefully. “What does it look like?” She growled. “I know what it looks like... But why?” “I swear I saw a bug hide in here...” “Bug?” She had never been afraid of bugs. In fact, that time they had gone for a Diplomatic function to Ad’Fragun, he had seen her take an insect as long as half her palm out of her plate and keep eating as if nothing had happened. “Yes, a bug!” The chiming of the com interrupted this interesting subject. Healer Kampher was on the other end. “How is she doing?” The older woman asked, not waiting for answer. “Is she breathing as I taught her?” “What?” A warm chuckle answered him, almost as a gentle reminder that she has seen this scenario played out a thousand times before. “She’s been having strong contractions every five minutes for the last half an hour, didn’t she tell you? I think it’s time for you to get that speeder, General Solo.” At their destination, construction workers, curious tourist and locals of the core, and the occasional probable Jedi Knight – only another Force sensitive would have been able to pick them out through the throng, as they weaved and danced through the masses like flickers of candlelight in a dark room – despite the lateness of the afternoon, the area was still bustling with the activity of a hundred beings, and yet they gave the pair a wide berth, as if Kay’leb’s walking stick generated a shield around them. For this, Aubé was profoundly grateful. “Kay, what are we doing here?” she asked, unconsciously stroking her belly. Since their arrival at the Jedi Temple, her unborn baby had instigated a flurry of activity, performing hereto unknown gymnastics in what had become very tight quarters. She grimaced. “I’m going to need a fresher in a moment…” “Again?” Kay’leb flashed her a grin, but kept puling her forward as they climbed the steps of the main entrance. “I’m sure there’s one inside.” “Right by the door I hope,” Aubé sighed as small hands and feet began to beat a tattoo on her bladder. “I swear, until this baby is born, I’m not drinking so much as another drop of water!” Gamely, she made her way up the stairs, only pausing at the entrance. “Are you sure you want to go in here? I mean…. Is it… well, safe for you?” Blank eyes looked at her with marked curiosity. “What do you mean, sis? Is it because this is where I had my accident? Pappa and Luke and the others have been coming here for months, and they said it’s all right – “ “I know,” she replied, fully aware that her brother could sense her unease. The Temple had been the place where her brother had been seduced by something dark that had lain in wait, that something had cost him his sight and nearly the lives of her father, Luke and herself. Luke had assured her that it was different now. Cleansed and pure, but she was still afraid. “You shouldn’t be, Bé,” Kay’leb said gently, as if reading her thoughts. “It’s been nearly nine years, and Pappa worked so very hard to help bring Luke’s vision of the new Temple to life… come and see… ** TBC -----signature----- Round up the usual suspects. Song of Santana - A story by Golden_Jedi and DarthBreezy http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24750521&brd=10477&start=24750542 An authors' sock!
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LASOS Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/18 8:28pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana New Post 7- 1
	Poor Han. Leia doesn't tell him anything! -----signature----- "When Han Solo returns to the Death Star in the Millennium Falcon and shoots down the TIE Fighters and saves the Rebel cause, do you think he does so for a free beer?" - Dwight K. Schrute "I made that one up. It's called fan fiction." - Marci Maven
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Jada Title: Chapter Rep Charlotte, NC Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 7/19 1:45pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana New Post 7- 1
	Hmm, the proverbial cleaning fit before giving birth . . . clever! -----signature----- Ward 316 \| Proud member of Donkey Squad! Honey, you forgot your pants! ~ TK-2970 DZ-5232 Old Mother Tusken Carolina Garrison Charlotte Regional Representative http://www.heroes4heroes.org
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DarthBreezy Title: Retired Mos Everett Cantina Founder & JMPR Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/22 4:12pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana New Post 7- 1
	Just a friendly little nudge... -----signature----- Although the singer is silent, There is still the truth of the song. http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28747916/p1/ Sailing little Boats - with GoldenJedi Anywhere is possible.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/22 8:07pm Subject: RE: Sailing Little Boats (H/L, Luke/OC, AU short story) - a Bridge for Song of Santana New Post 7- 1
	“What’s up, Goldenrod?” “It’s Mistress Leia, General, she’s behaving in the most unusual...” Another loud banging interrupted the droid. Ignoring Threepio, Han hurried to the kitchen.Opening the door, his eyes doubled in size with the scene exposed before them. On all fours, his wife, the High Princess of Alderaan and former Senator – twice - and Chief of State of the New Republic was emptying and cleaning the cabinets under the sink. By hand. “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” He asked carefully. “What does it look like?” She growled. “I know what it looks like... But why?” “I swear I saw a bug hide in here...” “Bug?” She had never been afraid of bugs. In fact, that time they had gone for a Diplomatic function to Ad’Fragun, he had seen her take an insect as long as half her palm out of her plate and keep eating as if nothing had happened. That sounds like Leia! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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