Title: We Can't Move On, We Can't Stay Here (aka Mockingbird) Author: Tarsier Timeframe: New Republic era alternate universe Characters: Major - Mara, Corran; Minor - Luke, Aves, Mirax Genre: angst, romance, songfic Summary: Mara and Corran as a couple. It doesn't end well. Warnings: character death? Discalimer: Based on the lyrics to "Mockingbird" by Rob Thomas. The lyrics appear in green italics throughout the story, note that they have been somewhat rearranged. The characters were created by Timothy Zahn and Michael A. Stackpole. The characters, places, etc. belong to Lucasfilm. Author Notes: This will be posted in three parts. Any and all comments are very much appreciated. ~ Part 1 ~ Here we stand Somewhere in between this moment and the end It was misty. The air on Yavin was always thick with humidity, but today the mist was inescapable, seeming to penetrate everything to the core. Mara was just returning from her morning run when she noticed the x-wing in the landing field. The all too familiar x-wing. This has to be a joke, she thought to herself. Not him. Not here. Not now. But it was him, here, now. She recognized every dent and scratch on the vehicle. She knew the patina of the hull, the slight arc of the s-foils. Just as she knew every scar on his chest, every contour of his face . . . She tore her gaze from the ship, searching for something—anything—else to focus on. Instead of finding a distraction, her eyes came to rest on a figure standing just outside the temple. The owner of the x-wing, Corran Horn, saw her too. Neither one moved a muscle, they just stared at each other across the field. Will we bend Or will we open up and take this whole thing in Luke Skywalker appeared from inside the temple and broke the spell. Mara and the x-wing pilot looked away simultaneously. “Mara,” Skywalker called. Part of her wanted to sprint back into the woods. Another part of her refused to let him dictate her actions. She walked with forced casualness up to Skywalker, not giving the other man another glance. “Yes?” “I found you a partner for your next mission.” The Jedi Master gestured to the man beside him. After everything, he wants us to be partners? Was Skywalker really that oblivious? Or just stupid? Corran, the man she’d come here to forget, was staring at her—she could feel it. Skywalker bowed his head and disappeared back into the temple. “Mara, we need to talk.” The voice sliced through the air with an intensity that made her heart beat faster. Slowly she turned toward him. She knew the next few moments could change her life. ------------------- Seven years earlier... Everybody else is smiling Man, their smiles don't fade The first time Corran saw her, he knew she would change his life. Her hair was the color of fire, yet immediately he sensed it was but a dim reflection of the passion deep within her. She didn’t smile as she looked at him, she simply ran an appraising eye over him as he approached. “Mara Jade,” Luke began, “This is Corran Horn.” “Nice to meet you,” Corran said. Ignoring Corran’s proffered hand, Mara replied, “I’m only here to get Skywalker off my back about attending his Jedi ranch.” “And why do you think I’m here?” Corran asked. In truth Corran had been looking forward to the meeting—Luke had apparently thought he could entice both Corran and Mara to come to his academy with the promise of another student of similar age and experience. Corran had no intention of attending an academy at this point in his life, but he was interested to see the other recruit. “Alright, we’ve met,” Mara declared, “Happy now?” “Delighted,” Luke said drily. He glanced at his chrono. “Something’s come up and I have to go. But I already reserved a table at the café. Why don’t you two try to get to know each other a little better? You might have more in common than you think.” “Well, as long as you’re paying,” Corran replied with a wink, “We can hardly say no to free food.” Luke twisted his lip. “I never—” Mara scowled, but nodded. “Fine. You’ve got half an hour.” You don't even wonder why You just don't think that way The first time Mara saw him, she thought he was a dumb jock. Well, he was Force-sensitive, so that made him a little more interesting. And his eyes were sharp, sparkling with a familiar passion, so maybe he wasn’t quite as dumb as most fighter pilots. And sure, he had pleasing features and an eye-catching build. Alright, she reluctantly decided during that first fateful meeting, maybe spending a few minutes with him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. After lunch at the café, they made plans to meet again. And again. Seeing Corran became a regular thing. Something she expected, something she looked forward to. Something she didn’t want to end. She was starting to lose control.