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Legends of Darkover	By : SWOTBWOT Category: Star Wars (All) > Crossovers Views: 3427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Legends of Darkover
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-Chapter 5
- 6-Chapter 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29 & The End
- 12
- 13
- 14
Chapter 13
-oOo-
Regis semi-woke, starting up with an urgent feeling. He recognized the Enterprise's sickbay, though it was hard to see the place through vision that shimmered and balance that wobbled. Odd pinpricks in his left hand jogged his memory and he studied the thick glove for a moment. Obi-wan was asleep nearby. Regis felt him over with laran, and let out a long breath. This was the real Obi-wan. Regis blushed a little, recalling the imposter who'd aimed a blaster at his face. What had happened next? Where was everyone else? Regis looked around for McCoy, but the Doctor appeared to have stepped out for a moment.
Worried, he reached out for Danilo and Catriona. A cursory scan informed him they were in the mess hall eating with the appetites of the truly famished. It would be cruel to interrupt them just now, so he did not speak to them.
He looked at his injured hand again. The thick plastic glove seemed to be part of the treatment. Prickles flared up all over his palm, making his fingers jerk. The sensation wasn't too bad, though it was uncomfortable. He slid down from the examination table with a clumsy, flat-footed thump, and tried not to stumble as he left sickbay and headed for the turbolift.
The first person he saw on the bridge when the lift doors opened was Dyan Ardais. Regis was pained. As someone who understood what an attraction to Danilo meant, Regis could not understand how this had changed inside Dyan's warped mind into the urge to hurt.
“What is happening?” Regis asked Kirk.
“The Raptor's a wreck and the few remaining starfighters have fled. Are you sure you should be out of sickbay, Dom Regis?”
“I have not spoken to the Doctor since waking.”
“He's told me your hand should recover fully by tomorrow,” said Kirk.
Regis tried not to appear too relieved, since this would remind everyone about how stupid he'd been to run off. “I thank you and your crew for the assistance you have given both Darkover and myself in this crisis. Let me assure you I will not forget it. Master Jinn, I am happy to see you unhurt. Was anyone injured in the attack? What is wrong with Obi-wan?”
“He is the only casualty besides yourselves,” Qui-gon replied, “and his ailment is simple weariness. His use of Force Speed has left him exhausted.”
“I must speak to him when he wakes up.” Regis gave a wry grin. “I am afraid I owe him an apology.”
Lord Ardais interrupted with a loud mental thought. -Danilo, come up to the bridge and fetch your idiot of a boyfriend. He is tottering around too drugged to stand.- Speaking to Regis directly, he said, “I admire your perseverance, if not your intelligence. I am pleased to see you are recovering. Now I need not deliver bad news to Danvan Hastur.” A small smile of malice crossed his face. -Keep it up and you might win more than just the right to hold my foster-son's hand.-
Regis yearned to punch him. Because of his position as the Regent's grandson, he was required to be civil to persons he did not like, and Dyan usually made the task a difficult one. “I see you participated in the battle, cousin,” said Regis, using the formal Comyn address. Laran told him Captain Kirk was still a little incredulous at having received help from Dom Ardais. “I am grateful for your assistance.” He owed Dyan that much courtesy, at least. “Your Alton gift was of much use to us.”
He saw the impatient motion of the Captain's foot go still, and Kirk's eyes fly to Dyan. A thought floated over from the Captain, an involuntary mental burst of, -Christ, you mean we got off lightly with him the first time?-
/He's been a passenger on this ship before?/ Regis gave a sardonic mental laugh. -Yes,- he sent to the Captain. -He can be very dangerous.-
Some confused thoughts about furry-hided legal codes accompanied Kirk's whirl of realization, but Dyan interrupted, saying, “My talent is a topic of interest? I see that my help has not earned me trust. Your gratitude is grudging.”
Regis was about to protest when he felt the mental intrusion. He slammed his shields shut.   Dyan never pretended to know anything about laran etiquette.
“Sicul Alton?” Lord Ardais mused. “Who might he be?”
“He is one of the more obscure figures in our past,” said Regis, “although he is undoubtedly an ancestor of yours.” Inwardly, Regis cringed at Dyan's discovery. He had to share the same planet with Dyan, after all.
“At such a remove, he must be an ancestor to all the Comyn,” Dyan corrected. “Why are these Sith interested in him?”
“They are attempting to discover the ancient matrix technologies, of which Alton was an innovator,” replied Regis carefully.
Dyan shrugged.   “I have never studied in a tower and could tell them little if I were captured. Regrettably, Catriona or Danilo may have let them know too much.”
The lift doors opened and Danilo almost flew out of it, his face flushed with anxiety as he searched for Regis.
“Did you get the travel satchel I brought you?” said Lord Ardais to his foster-son. “Good. It is the same one you packed for your trip to Thendara. Now take Regis away before he topples over and brains himself.”
Danilo shifted Regis' arm over his shoulder and gently guided his friend into the turbolift. “How are you feeling?” he asked when the doors shut behind them. “How is your hand?”
“Healing.” They emerged on Danilo's chosen floor and began a slow, lurching walk together down the hall. “Six months at Ardais,” said Regis. “A trip into outer space. A visit to the Overworld. Several doses of Fold Space. A wall of smoke and flame. A battle with extragalactic enemies. You're awfully hard to meet up with, you know. I'm glad it wasn't so hard the first time.”
“It was that hard the first time,” said Danilo, “just in a different way.”
“Has Doctor McCoy treated you? I notice the bruise on your cheek is gone. How is Catriona?” Regis thought enough of the sedative had worn off that he could walk without assistance, but he wanted an excuse to drape himself over Danilo and feel all those warm, solicitous thoughts.
“Medical Technician Torres healed my injuries. Catriona is well again and her laran functions as it should. Her mood at breakfast was better than I expected, but she is keeping her spirits up by effort of will. She is very strong-minded, and refuses to dwell on what happened to her, saying that as a keeper, she cannot afford to indulge in such emotional weaknesses. But she thinks she is to blame for getting me into trouble, and feels responsible for me. I tried to convince her otherwise, with little success, I fear.”
How did you happen to be here on board the Enterprise?”
Regis shrugged. “All my space-longing finally broke loose from its cage.” He leaned in.
Danilo sucked in his breath. -Regis! The heir to Hastur should not be nuzzling another person's cheek in public like this! What if the Terranan see? I have no idea what their customs are.- Gently, he turned Regis' face away with a hand to his jaw. -No— Danilo's mental voice faltered.   -I--
He let go of Regis, his face ashamed.
-What else happened?- Regis demanded.
-I think you saw most of it. They spent little time with me.-
-Who struck you?-
-Darth Xiphos, I think he called himself. Catriona killed him with Dyan's help.-
-Good!-
“I know I must let you choose the time,” said Regis a little sadly. “Just let me know when you wish for more. I suppose this is too soon.” He cursed the Sith, adding an expletive for Dyan Ardais.
Danilo nodded in agreement, his eyes downcast. “Let me show you where your quarters are.”
“I have quarters?”
“The Terranan assigned each of us a room while you were still unconscious.”
“Our hosts are very thoughtful, aren't they?”
Danilo smiled a little. -You and Catriona were given rooms with wide and comfortable beds, but Dyan has a narrow one. The Terranan could not be plainer in their hints.-
-What does your room have?-
-A narrow bed. The Terranan could not be plainer there, either.- “Here we are,” Danilo added. “They say the door will open to your voice command. I insisted they program it to open to mine as well.”
Regis flushed, suppressing the obvious reply with difficulty.
Inside was a small sitting room with a pair of chairs, and Regis chose one with worn-out cushions, discovering the problem too late when he sank nearly to the floor. “It matters little,” Regis said. “I'm too tired.” He had no idea what hour it was on Darkover and suspected it might be the next day already. Danilo sat down opposite him and hoisted Regis' feet to his knees to pull off his boots.
Regis made a disapproving frown, and Danilo replied, “You can't use both hands. Now, could you explain these Jedi to me? I've seen enough of the Terranan and the Sith,” (Danilo made a face at the mention of the latter) “to understand them, but the Jedi are a mystery. Doctor McCoy only mentioned them very briefly.”
Regis explained by raising his good palm, and Danilo brushed his own against it, locking fingers. A silent exchange of laran took place, and Danilo exclaimed, “Ah!” when he understood the lengthy hunt of the Jedi for the Sith, and its reasons. “Such determination, if what you read is true. You make me tempted to sneak into their minds. I am still a little uneasy about the Jedi I saw at the Doctor's, though the thought is unworthy.”
“Obi-wan is an honorable man. Please do not doubt him.”
“All right.” Danilo tugged off his own boots, then began removing a mixed collection of socks off various toes.
“Leave them on the floor,” said Regis, “I'm sleeping in my shirt and trousers in case of an emergency.”
“I will do the same. I don't think either of us will relax until the Sith are finally destroyed and we're back on Darkover.” Danilo removed the travel leathers he'd been wearing over his regular clothes, throwing them on the floor with a carelessness uncharacteristic of him. “I am glad to shed these; they're much too warm for spaceships. I do not know how the Terranan can stand it so hot all the time.” He hauled down the bedcovers with a tired swoop and flopped down on the sheets. “Are you coming to bed soon? I'd like to go to sleep.”
Regis threw back his head and laughed long and hard.
“What?” demanded Danilo. “Oh.”
With effort, Regis heaved himself out of his chair and let himself topple across the bed like a fallen tree. Danilo made a clucking noise of disapproval. “You can't sleep in your tunic. Here.” He unbuttoned the garment, then rolled Regis out of it when Regis seemed unlikely to move. In marked contrast to what he'd done with his own clothes, Danilo folded the tunic carefully and put it away on a shelf. “That's a dress shirt you're wearing. You shouldn't be sleeping in it either,” Danilo commented.
“Hasturs can do what they like with their dress shirts. But if you wish to strip it off me, I will not protest.”
Danilo gave him a considering look, then shook his head. “You are probably right about the need to sleep in clothes.” He climbed in beside Regis and tugged his friend into a straighter position, drawing the covers over him.
“I am honored by your trust,” said Regis in a pointed manner.
“You can only use one hand. I will win.”
“Captain Kirk says the other will be healed tomorrow. Then we'll tie.”
“Tomorrow night we may be sleeping in the guardsmen's barracks, with a packed, if snoring audience.”
“Zandru's Hells, you're right! I'd forgotten all about the Guards. Everything has been so insane. Autumn Festival will be starting today, too.” This reminded Regis of his waist pouch, and he fetched it from the table where Danilo had placed it and returned to bed. Danilo opened it for him, unwinding the cord from its button, and Regis pulled out the package he'd bought at the bodeguita this morning. “This is Terranan candy. Lord of Light, it's not yet crumbs. I hardly know how my purchase survived the Sith, much less myself. I think I fell on the package at least twice. These are for you.”
“Thank you,” said Danilo, fishing out one of the molasses chips to sample. He passed another across to Regis. “The Terranan seem to like bitter flavors with sweet things. It's very good, though. Is this a Festival gift?”
“Yes. I know it's not customary to give candy to one's paxman for Festival, but I did,” Regis replied sleepily.
Danilo ate another chip in a thoughtful way, then leaned over the side of the bed to grab a leather satchel. After fishing around inside it, he handed a sack of folded paper over to Regis.
“What's this?”
“Your Festival gift. Honey drops,” said Danilo. “I had the kitchen at Ardais make you a batch before I left. Dyan brought them when he arrived with my travel satchel.”
Pleased, Regis unfolded the paper corners and sucked on one of the hard little drops, biting impatiently to crack through to the liquid center. He was very fond of honey drops.
“I haven't seen you in six months,” said Danilo, as if needing an excuse.
They ate candy in silence for a while until they decided to turn out the light. A moment later it clicked on again. “Do you mind if I keep the light on?” said Danilo.
Regis rolled over and put his arms around his friend, saying nothing.
His companion gave a nervous laugh. “I think I will be waking up every five minutes convinced I am back on the Sith ship.”
“I have an idea. We can take off our clothes. Then when you wake up, you'll look at me, look at yourself, and exclaim, 'Holy Bearer of Burdens, what have I done?' You'll be so distracted you won't remember the Sith.”
The corners of Danilo's mouth twitched. “When you take over your grandfather's duties, my dear Regis, you're going to be a very wily diplomat.”
“But it didn't work, did it? You still have your clothes on.”
“We're too tired. Let's sleep in rapport. I think maybe your sleepiness will hold me under well enough.”
Regretfully, Regis let go and rolled back to his own spot. “Dreams are always so strange in rapport, all tangled and busy. I promise not to have the one about you in the Dry-towns, though it's my favorite.”
“What does that involve?”
“About a quart of sweat and a pint of something else. It's the only time I've almost been killed by my bedsheets. Do you have dreams like that about me?”
With obvious reluctance Danilo admitted, “Sometimes.”
“Aha. My ears are wide.”
“You're too good to be hearing such thoughts from me. Let's sleep.” He propped himself up on an elbow, hesitating.
“Nothing?” asked Regis plaintively.
Danilo lay down on the other's chest, snuggling against him.
“Close enough,” said Regis.
-oOo-
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