Title: Stolen Moments Genre: Songfic, angst, romance Rating: PG Song: Music: "Stolen Moments" by Oliver Nelson, originally appearing on the album "Blues and the Abstract Truth". Lyrics: Mark Murphy Characters: Luke, Mara Jade, Leia, Talon Karrde Summary: Mara Jade Skywalker had just gotten married. It should have been the single happiest night of her life, so why then was her stomach tying itself into a thousand Ithorian half-hitches? Notes: This is one of those songfics that hits you randomly after you've set your iTunes playlist to shuffle. I was listening to the Oliver Nelson jazz standard "Stolen Moments" and flashed back to a [link=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ae5wZs7B48]vocal arrangement[/link] (you'll have to settle for this I can't find a good recording of the New York Voices version) I had performed in high school the year I took a break from jazz ensemble to try my hand at vocal jazz. I looked up a [link=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9wS1KB6iQ8&feature=related]recording[/link] of the song and listened back to the lyrics I realized that this was the -perfect- Luke/Mara song. Setting my writer's cap to the side for a moment to put on my musician's fedora, I'd encourage anyone who reads this or is just a plain old music fan to head over to Amazon and buy a copy of [link=http://www.amazon.com/Blues-Abstract-Truth-Reis-Rstr/dp/B000VS6OXS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1281130858&sr=8-1]Blues and the Abstract Truth[/link], the landmark jazz album that launched Oliver Nelson's career and helped to define West Coast jazz. ~*~ Stolen Moments Stolen Moments There were times when Mara Jade wondered if this was really meant to be. She brought her hands under her cheek, shifting slightly on the mattress as she stared at the sleeping form of her husband. The last few days had been a whirlwind, but she supposed that was to be expected of any sort of noteworthy event involving the great Luke Skywalker, hero of the New Republic. Of course she would have preferred a significantly quieter wedding sans the firefights, kidnapping, and murder attempts that had led up to it, but Mara was thankful that in the end the ceremony itself had been flawless Why, then, was her stomach tying itself into a thousand Ithorian half-hitches? This can?t possibly work. Mara chewed on her lower lip as the thought punched its way back to the forefront of her mind. It had been a long while since those concerns had plagued her thoughts. She had nearly convinced herself that her fears were utterly irrational and that they would be fine. Mara frowned. Of course she knew that wasn?t true. There were very real obstacles and stumbling blocks that could crater their relationship at a moment?s notice. She was aware of the clear and present danger both of them faced. At any time the Imperial Remnant could resurface or the Jedi could uncover some new threat to the Galaxy as a whole. There were countless threats to their well being and continued existence, but that wasn?t what concerned Mara. What if they were right? She brought her knees a little closer to her chest and looked away from Luke, focusing her attention instead on the patterned bed sheets. They had said a lot of things over the years she and Luke had been together. They were doomed to failure. It would never last. She was beneath him. No matter how much rationalizing she did or how often she was reassured by others, Mara never could fully repress her fears that they could be on to something. Over time she had managed to ease those concerns, but they were always there in the back of her mind, threatening to leap back to the surface. On what should be the happiest night of her life, Mara Jade was consumed by doubt and fear. Gingerly, she reached out towards Luke, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair out of his face. How long was it going to be before he realized that they had a point? Their backgrounds were so wildly different. He was the revered Jedi and beloved hero.