Thanks for clicking! ~Little Miss Independent~ Genre: Romance, fluff Rating: G Characters: Mara/Luke Summary: Short fluffy fic inspired by Kelly Clarkson's song, ?Miss Independent.? Not a songfic though. Miss got it hard Miss play it smart Miss if you want to use that line you better not start, no But she miscalculated She didn?t want to end up jaded And this Miss decided not to miss out on true love So, by changing her misconceptions She went in a new direction And found inside she felt a connection She fell in love ~Kelly Clarkson Growing up she was taught that her worst would get her killed, and her best would have to be perfect. Younger years were spent sitting at Palpatine's and Vader's feet, and listening to their stories. The puberty years, the years every girl looks back on and cringes at, those years were spent with a iron grip on her mind, and corpses at her feet. Her teen years were spent simmering, and growing further and further away from who she was. She didn't do normal girl things. She never went shopping with friends, she never had a mother to sit down and trade stories with. She never gossiped about boys, or spent hours fixing her hair, and painting her nails green. That never bothered her. Her adult years were spent running away from her past, and trying to figure out what to do next. There was never any thoughts of men. Ever. And that is just the way she liked it. Maybe it was because of this she fell. Oh did she fall. Hard. Any other woman would smile at the warning signs, and nod their head in sage understanding. Mara, was never one poetic, or one to go deeply searching in her heart. She took things as they came, and the things she couldn't handle she just met stubbornly with blaster and wit. Maybe this was why she was blind. The fluttering of her heart when he was near, she wrote them off as annoyance. The way she hovered over him, and totally forgot every word he said, this she passed off as his famrboyish personality. The butterflies in her stomach whenever he smiled at her, or touched her hand, she just ignored these, and watched the girls flock to his side like vultures. She never envied them. So she thought. When she realized she loved him, she scoffed. She huffed, she puffed. She even laughed. She never, ever acted on it. Down that path laid the route to destruction. It was safer this way to love in the shadows, where she was apt at hiding. Here she couldn't be hurt again, and the little pieces of her heart that she had just finally put back together wouldn't be again scattered to the four winds. Still, she couldn't help the way her heart would melt whenever he was near. She had it bad, and she didn't even realize it. Latter, years latter, when words couldn't be taken back, and so much time was wasted by the fear of loving to much, for the fear of feeling too strongly she finally broke. They were as good as dead, and when he asked her to marry her, if they lived, she couldn't help but smile brilliantly and accept. At that moment, even as the flood waters rose higher and higher, and she saw her own death in the force, at that moment she was happier than she had ever remembered being. As the force would have it, they lived. There was no going back now. She passed the point of no return, and has yet to look back since. Years latter she is happy and content, and she can't even remember living a life without him. The thought is foreign and vulgar, and she has no use for it. She would be nothing without him. She'd be broken, or maybe even dead, for her old life was not one of ease, and would now be unbearable without someone to lean on. Still, sometimes she thinks back to little miss independent. Miss Independent would have fell, for one tree in the middle of the storm is nothing without others to support and hold it up. Mara smiles as she sees her husband approach. Little Miss Independent is gone. In her place is little Miss Mara Jade Skywalker.