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Mary&Sue, or the Tragical History...	By : MarySue Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter eight,

concerning serious issues, such as
jealousy, code questions

and special Jedi-arts

Disclaimer: George Lucas owns da boys. We make no
money and what little we do have is spent entirely on Sue's Jedi lessons.
Mary, clever girl, gets hers from Maul for free.
Note: The name of God the Great and Gracious is used
more than once in this story. The whole story may be meant for entertainment,
but never, nowhere do we intend blasphemy.
Thankyousas to Nocturne for betaing this beast into
submission!

Our zoo gets an upgrade � the pig morphs into a rabbit: Mary�s
POV
Now it was becoming a real vacation: we shared a thousand precious moments
with our lovers. Amazingly the ship�s repairs didn�t suffer from that.
Maybe it was a result of the lessening tension between the Sith and the
Jedi. It was increasingly rarely that one of them drove their playful competition
in a nasty direction (um, normally my cute stripe-face was responsible
for such actions). However, the successful repairs had their negative aspects.
Already the boys were complaining of the shortage of suitable tools, and
the day was now imminent when the ship would be stripped of items that
it could do without and all materials thus gained would be recycled. To
put this deadline off as far as possible, Sue had suggested borrowing whatever
was necessary from the neighbours. So, from time to time � like, for example,
at the moment � Sue went on a begging tour, accompanied by the tall Jedi
beast of burden. We also scrapped the escape pod for parts, but as it had
suffered greatly, and did not have much that was compatible with the Infiltrator
to begin with, the spoils from that particular raid were nothing to speak
of.
Maul and I were left at home � he, as always, glued to the computer
screen, wreaking havoc on a plate of apples (crunchy! juicy! delicious!),
I submerged in the difficult task of figuring out how to iron his baggy
trousers.
"Mm-ruh? Hut duh 'bht-tra...po...all-ybtic' hnnn?"
"Hmm?" I didn�t lift my head, deeply immersed in my work, which was
already well underway towards complete success. "What?"
Maul finished with his mouthful of apple and repeated much more clearly:
"Postapocalyptic. What does it mean?"
"Ah. That's what remains of a scenery after a Sith on warpath has passed
through."
"Oh. Right" Maul sank his teeth into the next apple with a mouth-watering
crunch and thought for a moment. "But then you might as well drop the 'post'
part. I haven't finished with you yet."
I cocked an eyebrow. Finished what? He threw me a stop-playing-the-innocent
glance. I made him a face. He growled back. I laughed...
Maul�s keen senses had alerted him much earlier than I became aware
of the sound ootsootsteps in our yard. We exchanged a gaze � I didn't have
to nod in threctrection of the backroom door; Maul had vanished almost
before the thought that he should hide was quite finished in my head.
Someone knocked on the door � well, a pretended knock it was, because
the local constable let himself in without waiting for permission. Probably
Qui�s mind-whammying Force spell had dissolved or the remonstrance of Gunnar�s
elder sister had lost power � anyway, my almost-lover was back once again.
"Hi, Mary. Alone?" He looked around, skimming over some books and paper
on the desk, peeping on the computer�s screen, finally plopping on the
sofa. "Doesn�t seem so."
"Yeah." I continued my ironing work. "If you want to speak with Sue,
you'll have to come back later."
"Um, no..." He rested his forearms heavily on his knees, folding and
unfolding his hands in search for the right start, then sent me a tilted
gaze. "You know, I am here for you."
I intensified my ironing work.
"Mary." He took a deep breath and put his hands firmly on his knees.
"I have given you a long time to rethink your words. Almost a year. Well,
those were harsh words. Still, I have been keeping an eye on Sue and you
all the time to protect you and all that, although..."
"Although you were hurt," I finished his sentence. His self-righteous
manner was so boringly predictable.
"Yes." Gunnar nodded, seemingly pleased at how fast I could catch up
with his thoughts. An indication of how same-minded we must be. "I was.
But it�s over now."
Congratulations, I thought, now we're through. But his next sentences
showed me how utterly wrong I was.
"I must have been blind, Mary. You didn�t want to refuse me then. You
wanted to test me. You don�t like the fainthearted." Satisfied with hieep eep understanding of the intricacies of female psychology, he chuckled.
"I haven't been trying hard enough." Another chuckle. "And you like to
play hard-to-get, don�t you? But now I've made up my mind � my sis convinced
me to stay away from you for a while � not her worst
idea, 'cause I could make my mind up. I must take better care of you, I
discovered."
"How nice," I managed to insert into his monologue. So the piggy would
appear even more frequently in my life?! That he had developed a philosophy
about my preferences I marginally noticed as a �bonus�.
"Yes, isn�t it? I expected you would think so. And perhaps�e wae watched
the tips of his boots, clasping and unclasping his hands again nervously.
"Perhaps you would like to come with me on vacation." He glanced up to
me, begging, and then scrutinized again on his shoe-tips as he continued.
"It will be only for two weeks. From next Monday on. A motorbike trip.
Everything is prepared. I asked one of my mates for his bike. So you can
ride mine. A two-week trip right through tountountry. With the bikes. Only
you and me." Toward the end his voice faded out.
This left me speechless. I put the iron away. Not that there was any
doubt his affection meant nothing for me. But how to deal with this...
Only a short time ago I wouldn't have thought twice about giving Gunnar
an advice to go into the bathroom to relieve himself, or a similar ultimate
to to leave me alone. But now... His offer, translated into my language,
meant very much. I really did want to finish the thing in dignity for us
both, but I had no idea how. Ah, the cursed influence of a peace-making
Jedi in this house! I felt empathy, but didn�t know ho aco act on it. Shaitan!
Gunnar misinterpreted my silence as surprise and opened his lips to
persuade me further, but nothing came out of his mouth. Suddenly I was
aware that the air in the room had chilled. Even the light became a degree
�colder�. I turned my head to find the reason for Gunnar�s mesmerization.
I should havpectpected something likat. at. Darth Maul stood, leaning casually
against the frame of the backroom door, his well-muscled biceps and strong
forearms crossed over the mighty, bare red and black chest. The unblinking
stare of his yellow eyes was a wordless declaration of war. I looked back
at Gunnar. The man sitting on the sofa didn�t move. A rabbit incarnate,
watching his approaching death, the snake. His wide opened eyes allowed
me a glimpse right into his brain. Empty.
"...What is this...?" Gunnar breathed finally.
Painfully I searched for appropriate words or gestures to avoid the
explosion, to unwind the tension. But obviously I had adopted Gunnar�s
mindset � main ain was empty too.
Meanwhile, Maul strode over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
He bared his teeth in a threatening snarl.
Finally a dim idea what to do lit-up in my head. I muttered: "Oh, he's...
my friend, the actor... you know?" and turned to Maul: "Wow! The optician
has outdone himself with your new contact lenses. What a brilliant yellow!"
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