Title: Overjoyed Author: Tarsier Timeframe: New Republic era, slight AU Characters: Mara, Luke, Dankin Genre: runs the spectrum from angst to mush; songfic Summary: Luke and Dankin: Each would be overjoyed to be closer to Mara. Three-shot. Notes: Based on the lyrics to "Overjoyed" by Matchbox Twenty [hr][/hr] Feeling my hands start shaking Hearing your voice I'm overjoyed I'm sorry but I have no choice You're only getting better “Dankin.” At the sound of her voice, Dankin couldn’t help but smile. He loved it when she said his name. “How much longer?” she asked. He glanced at the display before him. “Two and a half hours.” “Very good,” she said, and turned to leave. She paused, turned back around. “I don’t know if I ever properly acknowledged that impressive bit of flying you did back there. You really saved our hides. You’re a Hoth of a pilot, Dankin.” Dankin was glad she immediately left the bridge. She didn’t see the grin on his face, or the way his hand shook as he ran it through his hair. ~*~ “Skywalker.” Luke beamed at the sound of her voice. In truth, he was surprised to see her here, at the academy. But it was a very welcome surprise. “I didn’t know you’d be delivering the supplies yourself, Mara.” She shrugged. “It was on the way.” There was silence for a moment. A somewhat awkward silence Luke belated realized, having been distracted by just how brightly the colors of Mara’s hair blazed in the bright sunlight. “Well, I’m glad you came,” he hurriedly added. “I don’t suppose you’d be able to stay for a few days?” She looked coolly at him. “I might have a day or two.” It took every modicum of strength for Luke to match Mara’s subdued tone. “We’d be happy to have you.” Maybe you have your reasons Maybe you're scared you'll be let down Are you crying when there's no one around? Luke stared blankly across the landing field. What exactly he’d done wrong, he didn’t know. But somehow Mara was gone in a huff and he was pretty sure it was his fault. All he’d done was encourage her to open up about her past. Not even to him necessarily. He was not interested in judging the actions of his students; he only wished them to reflect on the path that brought them where they were today. But as soon as he had suggested the assignment to the small group of gathered students, Mara had glared at him and stalked out of the room. After he’d finished with the other students, he found her at her ship, starting up the engines. When he asked her where she was going, why she was leaving so suddenly, she snarled something about having work to do. “I’m sorry, Mara,” he whispered to no one. “I didn’t mean to scare you off.” He sighed and turned toward the building behind him. He didn’t regret her leaving as much as the realization that she didn’t trust him. And the fact that she still carried pain far deeper than he’d previously understood. Pain he could do nothing to assuage. ~*~ Mara was unhappy. It wasn’t obvious, at least not to most people. But Dankin could tell. She was quiet. Not that she was usually particularly talkative, but she was even more concise than usual. And though her tone was carefully controlled as always, it just wasn’t quite the same. She’d been this way since returning from the Jedi Academy. At present she had retreated to her private quarters. Taking a deep breath, Dankin tapped softly on her door. “Yes?” her low reply came. “It’s me,” Dankin said, knowing Mara would recognize his voice. When she gave no further response, he added, “I brought you some hot chocolate. I’ll leave it at the door.” “Wait,” Mara replied and opened the door. “Come in.” “Thank you,” he said, handing her a steaming mug and taking a step inside. Moments later, they were seated around a low table, Dankin on a soft couch and Mara in a form-chair. Silence prevailed as they stared into their respective drinks. After a while, Mara spoke. “I’m sorry I was short with you before.” “It’s okay. I know…” Mara gave Dankin a sharp glance, stopping him mid-sentence. Opting not to finish the sentence, he softly repeated, “I know.” Mara’s gaze softened and she faintly nodded. They finished their drinks without speaking again. As he was rising to leave, Mara placed a hand on Dankin’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.