Title: The Foundling Character(s): OC Lens Eli Genre: introspection Summary: Lens contemplates what his life is and what it might have been. Challenge: Representing the Underrepresented Challenge! A/N: This fic is intended to show some of Lens' thoughts on his birth parents and the fact of his 'adoption'. It also touches on his feeling regarding his adoptive parents and the larger support system. The Foundling Lens Eli had thought long and hard about his mother, the woman whom had left him on the steps of the Jedi Temple. He thought about where she might be, alive or dead, near to him or far away. He wondered about brothers and sisters he might have, but will never know. Was there an entire family out there that shared his blood, if not his life as a Jedi. Do they think about him? Has she even told them about him? Is it too painful for her to think about, the man who loved her and left her alone. The Jedi Knight, or, at least the Force sensitive man who loved her, but left her pregnant, against his will, and fled Coruscant in fear of his life. Or, did he leave to protect them? Was there a Sith danger that threatened them all. Was his only choice to leave his pregnant lover, a woman whom, ultimately, did not have the means or capability, to keep her son. Then again, perhaps neither one of them was as noble as he fantasized them to be. It is just as possible that his father was a philandering Jedi and that his mother was a flesh trading bim on the lower levels. He did not like to dwell on those possibilities. When you just don't know and will never know, the ideal imagery makes or less heartache. So much speculation. So many potential conclusions. So few real answers. The only truth he had of her was the note left with the basket: "Take care of my son, please! I love you, my little Lens. His name is Lens Eli, but there is nothing to trace. I gave him the name, but it is not connected to me or the father. He belongs with you. I have no means, but you do. Take care of him, please." It is hard, even in living the privileged life of a Jedi, not wonder about your origins; the parents and life that might have been. Lens wonders what he would say to his mother and father if he had the chance. Why always bubbles to the surface. Why was he given away? Why was his mother alone? Why was his father absent? How did she know he was a Jedi? Did she know, or was is pure coincidence that she left him on those steps? Master Tionne would say there are no coincidences. There is only the will of the Force, even in the lives of those who are not as closely connected to it as we are. She was his mother, Tionne. It was unmistakable. She may not have given birth to him, but in every other conceivable way, from the moment he was discovered on those mighty steps, she had cared form him. And, not just as with any initiate, but as her own. It was as if the Force knew she wanted a child as much as he would need a mother. That is not the say that the Foundling was spared heartache in the Jedi Temple. As he grew up, he met the cruelty of small minded bullies and insecure initiates. Duster and his goons, Zeelon and Takkar, made sure of that. They learned of his mother's failings, that he was an orphan, and made him pay for it. Sometimes, he thinks about taking the journey, doing what research he can, to know whom and where he came from. What was the history of the family he never knew Who were the people whose blood coursed through his veins. Were the subjugated by the Empire? Did they fight in the Clone Wars? Were there great inventors or holo stars or Knights of the Old Republic? But, then he remembers who he is and who he has learned from and been loved by. Tionne and Kam Solusar. His parents. He could not deny that they frustrated him at times, when their attentions weighed heavily on him, when not as much on other initiates. He gripes at their ground rules. He rages at their restrictions. He defies their discipline. In those moments, his mind wanders to what might have been. But, then he remembers their love and guidance; their grace and willingness to forgive. He remembers patience and understanding and compassion. It is sufficient for him. He also remembers his friend, no his brother, Ben Skywalker, and how he never would have been in Lens' life if it ha gone another way. Kayla, Jysella, and Shorty. They are his family. Luke, Mara, Han, Leia, Kyp, Terris, Corran, Mirax, Valin, Zekk, and Streen. It is a large family; one that is loyal and loving to the core. He would not have it any other way.