Title: One Hundred Blessings Author: divapilot Genre: romance, introspection Summary: Blue finds that Breha Amidala Solo has become a blessing in his life. Written in response to Memorable Melodies found here http://boards.theforce.net/threads/memorable-melodies-roulette-time.50046409/] hosted by the wonderful WarmNyota_SweetAyesha. The song I received was “One Hundred Ways” by James Ingram. Here is the video to the song. One Hundred Ways Author’s note: The characters of Blue and Breha are OCs created by me a couple of years ago. They feature in a number of works of mine including “True Blue” and “The God of Second Chances” . Quick summary: Breha is the fourth child of Han and Leia, and unlike her siblings she has absolutely no Force abilities. In a moment of existential crisis, Breha runs away from her sheltered life and encounters Blue, a medic with a troubling past. Of course, they fall madly in love. You can read more about them here: http://boards.theforce.net/threads/bring-back-the-oc-revolution-new-challenge-and-new-discussion.50004117/page-9#post-51934890] *** One Hundred Blessings Blue found that counting things calmed him down, and he had adopted this habit as a way to ease his anxieties long ago. He had a menu of self-calming techniques that he had learned along the journey to sobriety, and would often select one or more when the situation called for it. Deep breathing. Focusing his vision on a spot on the wall for a few seconds. Reading a book to block out the stimuli. But it was counting that gave him the most comfort. Numbers were special. Most Barolians had an affinity for them anyway, and mathematics was such a deeply ingrained part of their culture that mentally counting to himself was second nature to him. Since the habit brought him comfort, as long as it did not become obsessive, his therapists found no harm in it. Besides, Blue was a quietly religious man, and to him, counting was a form of prayer. He believed devoutly in the pantheon, all the gods and goddesses of Baroli who were symbolically represented by mathematical operations. He had taken the God of Second Chances as his own patron god, and considered Ianus to be the lifeline that had pulled him from the darkness of addiction to the light of sobriety. The number fifty was sacred to Ianus. When Blue needed to focus or to calm down, he would count slowly to fifty, and each increment was a like a bead on a devotional chain. That worked for a long time for him. But now, it seemed insufficient. Of course, he still worshipped and honored Ianus, as he owed the god a tremendous debt. But the path of his life had taken an unexpected direction, and Blue felt that perhaps it was time to give another deity recognition for the joy that he had found. Tsiara was the goddess of good fortune, symbolized by the mathematical function of percentages, and she was honored by the number 100. Blue knew of no better way to express his thankfulness at his profound good fortune than by dedicating his counting to the goddess. And it was the intercession of fortune that had caused Breha Amidala Solo’s path to intersect with his own. Love was the last thing on his mind when he met Breha. Sure, she was beautiful - fair skin, waves of brown hair, her dark eyes that glittered with wit and intelligence, the way that body filled out her clothes - ah, maybe some thoughts he would keep to himself. But there were billions of pretty young women in the galaxy - he was a young man; he noticed them. Then they went their way and he thought nothing more of it. None of them had ever turned around to glance back at him. Except Bree. He caught her looking at him when he was working, he felt her furtive glances as he made his rounds. Her injury became an excuse to meet with her privately; those private consultations became long conversations, then shy kisses, then passionate embraces, then… well, then. And suddenly Breha was a part of him. She was the tune in his head that he found himself humming without realizing it. She was the familiar book he reached for, its words comforting and reassuring. She was the default thought his mind went to when he closed his eyes at night. She was the first thing he thought of the next morning. So many years of living alone, so many years of not believing that he could find such a love, and yet, here she was. It had taken Bree a long time to convince Blue that he was even deserving of her love. He was troubled, he was difficult, he had “issues." He was sure that in a few weeks she would leave him, once she understood his situation. She would go and he would be alone again. But to his amazement she stayed with him, through his failures and setbacks, always there like a guiding star in the night. Weeks turned to years and she was still beside him. They lived together now, in a small home that they shared on Naboo in the lower Lake Country. She loved him fiercely, protectively, with the intensity of a Guardian Saint —he knew that he owed her the sweetest debt. The gods had been kinder to him than he deserved, and he promised that every day he would count to one hundred for her - each number counted being a prayer for her. Every day, he would gift her with a hundred little blessings. He woke earlier in the mornings than she did, and (one) he got up quietly so as to let her sleep. He (two) set up her caf so that she would have her beverage ready. He (three) turned the computer on to play soft music for her, usually something calming and sweet, because he knew she liked it when she got up. Sometimes if there were time enough, he would (four) straighten up the main room, keeping it neat for her so that she wouldn’t have to clean up. He got ready for work, and by the time he had finished his morning meditations, watching the morning mist rise from the lake, she would straggle into the room, yawning, her hair disheveled and her eyes bleary. It didn’t matter. She was beautiful, and (five) he told her so. He took her into his arms and (six) kissed her good morning. Her luminous smile warmed his heart. Then he left her to go to work. So the day would progress. He kept track of the blessings, a tally of conscious decisions to show his love for her. Each mark in the margin of his journal represented an act of kindness or thoughtfulness. It wasn’t so much that he was trying to keep score, or that he expected something similar in return from her. It was a reminder of his good fortune, that he had a woman so kind, so gentle, so devoted that he could bestow such acts upon. When he finished his long day at work, he took the public transportation to the station nearest their home. From there it was another twenty minute walk. He window-shopped for things he would like to buy her when the opportunity — a holiday or a birthday — presented itself. He sometimes stopped at the bakery to bring her home a sweet because he loved to see her face light up. Sometimes he would buy a few flowers to leave on her pillow. And the blessings counted on. At night, they would get ready for bed. He would (ninety-five) put out her favorite perfumed cleanser on the counter in the ‘fresher for her. While she got ready for bed, he would (ninety-six) turn down the covers for her side of the bed for her since he usually went to bed first. Although he wasn’t used to it, he would (ninety-seven) keep the window open because she liked to hear the avians singing in the morning. Usually they talked quietly for a little while as they lay beside each other. Then he reached over, drew her to him, and (ninety-eight) kissed her gently goodnight. She liked to rest her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her, and he knew that made her feel safe and relaxed, so (ninety-nine) he let her lie like that, listening to his heartbeat, until she fell asleep. And then he (one hundred) closed his eyes and prayed for her welfare, and he thanked the gods for placing her in his life.