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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
- 28
- 29
Chapter 29
-oOo-
He woke Danilo with a gentle touch to the cheek. “How are you doing?” Regis asked. “You've been out for a while.” -Do not worry, the Jedi and Catriona are all right.-
-Good. But I have a bad headache, so you should stay out of my mind unless you want it, too.- “Where--”
“Sickbay. Doctor McCoy said you've been regrowing a few blown-out neurons, which he says should be impossible.” Regis wiggled and tugged, pushing his way into the bed so that Danilo was resting on top of him, his head against Regis' shoulder, with Regis' arms around him. “There. Is that more comfortable?”
“My mattress is very Hastur-like, but cozy. What happened after I passed out?”
“Don't speak aloud,” Regis whispered. -It's bad enough that the memories of the Sith go back a thousand years. No one should know about that kind of power, including the Terranan.-
-At your orders, vai dom. My laran feels numb. If I remember from the last time I overloaded, it will be some hours before I am normal again. Do I have you to thank for the new neurons?-
-As well as the fried-out old ones,- Regis admitted sheepishly.
-What became of your ancestor's matrix?-
Regis only smiled and played with Danilo's hair.
-I see,- said Danilo. -The less who know, the better. That feels very good. It eases the headache. But you're trying to keep a secret from a telepath with the Ardais gift. Not possible.-
“What the hell sort of reading--” said McCoy, entering the room. “Oh. The monitor's trying to read both of you.”
Danilo began to sit up, but Regis hugged him tight. “Sorry, Doctor, but I am certain this is good for his recovery. Could you give Danilo some medicine for his headache?”
Grumbling, Bones injected a hypo, and Danilo jumped when he felt the sting. “It will be a long time before I can forget that man Inculcare and his needle,” he said apologetically, resettling himself against Regis.
McCoy gave them an irritable eye, and Regis picked up his thought. -Not sure whether this is normal for Darkovan males. Not sure I care, either.-   “I'll leave you two alone.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” said Regis. After McCoy left, he said, “Now we can return to our conversation, the one we were having when the Sith interrupted.”
-What conversation?-
-The one by Lake Hali. THAT conversation.-
-Oh. I don't think it qualifies as an exchange of speech.-
-Why not? Weren't our mouths communicating? Does your headache still pain you?-
-I feel much better.-
-Good. Let's find out.-
Regis half-expected a protest. He was surprised when Danilo dropped out of the link and sat up.
“Dani?”
Danilo only studied him for a very long time, long enough to make Regis worry. Then he gave a strange half-smile. “Sorry, Lord Regis. I don't want you to read my mind. If you did, you might guess my intentions.”
He seized Regis' belt and undid it, whipping it off fast enough to make it hurt. Regis yelped. The belt bounced off the ceiling as Danilo yanked his friend's pants down. Then his hand went to the front of Regis' underwear, pulling at the laces.
A thunderclap of surprise nearly paralyzed his victim. As the pants reached knee-level and the underwear front spread open, displaying everything to the world, Regis grabbed the privacy curtain and pulled it around them, an awkward series of frenzied motions that rocked them both like a ship in a storm, and he nearly sent Danilo flying off. “Dani! What are you doing?” Regis hissed as he snatched up the blanket to hide his exposure.
“Isn't this to your taste, my lord?”
The tone was one Regis had longed to hear. But now that he was experiencing it, he wasn't sure he liked it. Danilo's purr was menacing.
The blanket was jerked out of Regis' hand. “None of that.” His legs were shoved apart with a knee, and Danilo dropped his face right into Regis' crotch.
“Yes, but not quite so—Aaugh!”
Danilo nosed him, mouthed him, breathing with vigorous heat. This was not behavior Regis felt he ought to discourage, but he was still dazed from the speed of it. He hadn't thought his virginal boyfriend capable of such enthusiastic molestation.   Danilo was simply too inhibited—well, inhibited most of the time, discounting that incident with the boot. And anyway, why was it so important that Danilo keep his mind closed?
He felt a hand take him, short nails working into thin and tender flesh just hard enough to leave red tracks, hurting and exciting him. He caught Danilo's eyes. They were lustful, smug.
Lustful? Well, that was certainly probable—he hoped. But smug, Danilo wasn't. Smugness was utterly alien to him. Regretfully, Regis asked, “What did you do with that lightsaber, Dani? Oooh-URK!”
“What lightsaber, my lord?”
Regis jerked. Now he was wet from Danilo's tongue, a shocking warm wet he wanted more of. With great effort he made himself say, “The lightsaber you used to fight the Sith.”
“That? Dyan took it.”
“Oh,” Regis gasped. Now that felt nasty, but good. With more regret, he replied. “Dani, you have to take the lightsaber away from him.”
“Why?”
“Because you're linked to the crystals in it.”
“So?” Danilo's voice disappeared. He was no longer in any position to speak.
“Because DYAN IS LINKED TO YOU THROUGH IT AS WELL. Lord of Light, you nearly finished me off! Dani, you have to let go. Listen to me!”
Slowly, Danilo sat up, his eyes vague and a little confused. Regis seized him by the shoulders and gave him a shake. “Listen, I've never told you this before, but after Dyan had you thrown out of the Guards for refusing him, do you know he tried to make a pass at me?”
Danilo's face became thoughtful, as if he was forcing himself to concentrate by great effort. Then he started to move. Regis let go, only to see his friend topple off and fall splat to the floor.
“Are you hurt?”
Danilo was sitting on the floor, still staring. “I have to get that lightsaber back,” he said, his voice suddenly firm. He stood and straightened his shoulders, then stormed out through the privacy curtain.
“Don't do anything drastic,” Regis called, “he's still your foster-father!”
The doors whisked shut behind him, and Regis looked down at himself.   “Zandru's Hells! I'm so stupid! I should have told him after, not during! I can't believe I sent him away. But no, it wouldn't have been right,” he concluded sorrowfully. “It wouldn't have been Danilo.”
-oOo-
The door of Lord Ardais’ room slid open just as Danilo was raising his hand to knock. Despite his anger, he entered slowly.   Dyan was lying on top of the bed, toying with the lightsaber in his hands. He did not look up.
“Foster-father, I must have that lightsaber back.” Danilo kept his voice calm, though it took effort.
Dyan was still studying the weapon. “Are you angry with me?”
“You broke your promise.” Danilo held out his hand, but his foster-father made no motion. After a moment, Danilo plucked the lightsaber from him.
“Some would argue with that,” said Dyan, rising from the bed. He moved across the room to retrieve a bottle of wine by the sink. With his dagger, he sliced away the foil from the cork.
Danilo flushed. “What do you mean by that?” he asked tightly.
For a moment, Dyan ignored the question. “This bottle is a present from the Captain. He said he gave it in appreciation of my efforts on behalf of the Enterprise. I have drunk it before in San Francisco, and it is a very good, if sweet wine called Sauternes.”
“What do you mean?” Danilo repeated, his voice rising a little.
Without warning, Dyan’s dagger struck downwards violently and skewered the cork in the bottle, plunging almost all the way through. Danilo startled backwards, unable to stop a flinch.
“I did not break my word.” Lord Ardais began to turn his dagger, easing the cork upwards just enough to grip it with his fingers. Then he began to pull the cork out by hand, his fingers drawing the stubborn cork upwards with no visible strain. He turned to face Danilo, his eyes expressionless.
“I did not use my laran to force you to me, or force myself on you. I kept my word.”
“You swore you would release me from your commands once Regis, Catriona, and I were rescued from the Raptor!” Danilo cried. “You didn’t! You lied to me.”
Dyan removed a pair of wineglasses from a cabinet, and slowly poured the golden wine into them. He faced Danilo again, and lifted one of the glasses to his lips. “I did release you. I kept my word. But I said nothing about re-establishing my contact afterwards, chiyu.”
Danilo’s thumb hit the lightsaber’s power button and he swung the weapon in a slashing arc, cutting directly through the spot where Dyan was standing.
Nothing happened. Danilo stared at his foster-father in consternation. With total calm, Dyan drank from his glass, tasting the fluid appreciatively. “I took the precaution of removing the power cell from the lightsaber before you arrived.” He gave a faint, wry smile.
With all his willpower, Danilo loosened his taut, spasmatic grip on the weapon, and hooked the lightsaber onto his belt. “How can you do this,” he said, low and deadly, “how can you stand there and be so cool at a moment like this?”
Dyan took another drink. “This is not the first time someone has stood before me with murder in his mind. Even you have tried to kill me. Twice, now.” With a sort of dark relish, Dyan smiled at his visitor. “It didn’t stop me from adopting you as my foster-son, either, after the first time.”
For a moment, Danilo thought he was going to faint. He could barely see Dyan through the red mist boiling in his brain.
“This glass is for you,” Dyan said, handing it over. “Take it.” With numb fingers, Danilo did.
Lord Ardais studied him a moment, then said in a voice suddenly turned hard and commanding, “This duel’s over, chiyu. You’ve lost. An honorable swordsman concedes with grace, and without anger.” In a milder tone, he added, “Try the wine.”
Danilo lowered his head, wondering if his foster-father had done something to it, but decided that was too petty a question to ask. A gulp of the wine almost choked him. It was good, he realized through his haze. “Promise me you’ll never force a link on me again without my consent.”
Dyan’s expression became thoughtful. “You will have to ask Catriona or Regis to clear the crystals in the weapon to break the link. We are bonded through it. Even I cannot guarantee that nothing will happen without such a precaution. I am not, as I have told you before, a tower-trained telepath with the discipline and self-command such training gives.” He smiled ruthlessly. “My talent is wild, and though my laran responds to my commands, at this age in my life it is not tameable. At times, my talent operates against my will, though very much in harmony with my own desires. I am, as you know, a man of strong passions.”
Danilo felt an iciness spread through him, and he took another gulp of wine. He’d never thought about this aspect of Dyan before. “I think you must have will enough,” he said uneasily. “You have shown great restraint throughout this past year.”
Dyan turned away, gazing into his glass. “It is difficult. Very difficult,” he replied   quietly. “It is good that you are starting another season with the Guards at Thendara. I think it would be best if we separated for a while. Go and be Regis' paxman. It will interfere with the learning of your duties as my heir, but I think I need the time to learn how to command myself again.” He looked directly at Danilo. “It is even worse than before, because I know you better, now.”
Shocked by the confession, Danilo froze.
“Go,” commanded his foster-father.
Danilo tried to place his wineglass back on the counter, but his shaking fingers dropped it and the glass rolled along the floor, spilling a trail of gold liquid along the carpet.
“That does not matter,” said Lord Ardais. “Leave.”
But at the door, Dyan’s halting voice stopped him. “If—if you ever decide to leave Regis for some reason--
“No,” replied Danilo firmly. “There will never be any leaving or repining, from either of us, ever. I have little talent for seeing the future, but I know that much for certain.”
The door whispered shut behind him.
-oOo-
Epilogue
-oOo-
On the whole, James T. Kirk was pleased by the outcome of events. He had only two lingering worries. One was Darth Tyranus. They'd failed to find him, and not even Qui-gon could locate his old master with the Force. Finally, they gave up searching, concluding he must have died of his injuries.
Soon after, the Jedi took their leave. Kirk hated to see them go. They'd given him a glimpse of an entirely new galaxy, of myriad cultures and alien species, which he would never see in the flesh. “In another life, I'd go with you,” he said to the Jedi.
“I understand your feelings. It disturbs me very much to leave so soon,” replied Obi-wan.
“I agree with my padawan,” said Qui-gon, “but the Force tells me that events at home are gaining urgency, and we need to return. Maybe, one day we shall meet again in the Force.”
The Captain's other concern was Regis Hastur.   Annoyingly, the young man had slipped off with his paxman down to the planet before they could be questioned. Faced with reporting Hastur's abilities to Starfleet, Kirk decided to say nothing. He could read Regis' brushoff for what it was, and he did, after all, owe the young man a favor for saving his life. Besides, he wasn't sure how Starfleet would react. Kirk trusted Starfleet's judgment most of the time, but not always. Darkover made the Federation behave like a neurotic relative, and there was no need to make the situation worse.
He gave his genuine thanks to the two leroni, and even managed to be polite to Dyan. Though Kirk knew the man better than before, he was still exasperated by the Darkovan. What a freakish mess of mixed motives the man was. As for Dyan himself, his goodbye had been flat and uninterested. He seemed to be depressed about something.
Four years later, Kirk would hear more about Lord Ardais. While drinking in a bar on Earth, he ran into a dissolute member of the Comyn, a young drunk named Lerrys Ridenow. “Oh him?” Ridenow said cattily. “Died in the second Sharra Rebellion. My idiot of a brother-in-law started that whole business up again. Anyway, good riddance to Dyan. Nobody liked him except for his bedmates, and probably not even them.”
It had been a surprise. Bastards like Dyan always seemed to live forever. But then, Lord Ardais had never been the type to stay out of trouble.
-oOo-
Catriona Castamir, the chief leronis of Hali, went on to perform that office well, though she did not become the figure of dread and awe that her predecessor had been. The revised laws of Darkover gave keepers the right to marry, and even Hali adopted the new rules, but Catriona, though she took periodic leave to visit her relatives, refused all proposals. Some of the men who requested her hand did not seem too bad, but the duties of a Darkovan wife were too dull and traditional for her, and she considered Hali's matrix workers to be her family as much as her blood relations were.
-oOo-
Regis and Danilo finally got where they were going, despite interfering relatives, embarrassment, and inexperience. Then again, it was always about the romance, anyway.
-oOo-
After a year, Qui-gon and Obi-wan arrived safely home. Everyone knows their story. Some are even acquainted with the apocrypha.
-oOo-
Darth Tyranus escaped, the only survivor of the original Sith expedition. He had dragged his burned body back to his ship, activated the cloak, and slipped away in the interval after Regis destroyed the fleet, but before Kirk beamed down to search for him. The journey had been hard. There was not enough food or oxygen to sustain life for a year's trip, but Tyranus put himself in healing stasis for most of the way. Even with Force jumps, it was a very, very long trip for the small vessel. Nor did he ever tell anyone exactly what happened.
“Did the poison work?” Darth Sidious asked him at the end, when Tyranus emerged from his ship, dehydrated and shrunken from hunger.
“Lord Plagueis died in his sleep on the journey.”
“Ah, well done.”
Sourly, Tyranus reflected that the only thing he got out of the whole two years' expedition was the satisfaction of killing the High Inquisitor. That was much, but not quite enough.
He only wished Inculcare could have been alive to feel the humiliation of his own murder. Now, that would have been bliss.
-oOo-
The End
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