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Lyra	By : Wanabee Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. These characters are mine, and so is Ruy.

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Ridan, with your assistance, helps stabilize Doujo. Then he turns to you, exhausted. He puts his hand on your cheek and looks in your eyes.
"Little one, tell me now, did he hurt you? Did he make you do anything you didn�t want to?"

"No," you answer woodenly. "I mean, not what you think." You laugh humorlessly. "Actually, you saved me from that. He was in such a hurry to see me kill you." You see the concern and fatigue in his eyes. "I�ll be all right. Don�t worry about me. After a year on Ruy, I�m a pretty tough nut."

He looks unconvinced. He pulls you into his arms, and your face is buried in his robe. He strokes your hair absently as he contemplates the IV line hanging from the machine on "your" bed. "When did you realize his drugs didn�t work on you?"
"They did make me feel dazed, but that�s all. I realized it when he ordered me to kill Doujo. I didn�t want to do it. I wouldn�t have done it. I would have just stood there, and Moroc would have figured it out. But when you said I didn�t have to, I knew you were right. I knew I was in control, and I knew what I did want to do."

"You did well, little one. But why did he call you Sammi?"

You begin to shake. "Please, please don�t�" He pulls back and looks at you. You continue, "Please don�t ever call me that. It was my old name�before."

He nods. "Little one, I want you to get into this bed. Sleep or not, but stay in it, understand?" You nod, and he continues, "I�m going to check the ship."

"Ridan� you rest, too."
He smiles and points at the third bed. "Save that one for me."

**

The next morning, you and Ridan are better. Doujo is improving but still unconscious. After checking on him, Ridan leads you to the lounge for breakfast, where you sit side-by-side at a table.

"Should I ask how you�re doing, little one?"

You take a deep breath and sigh. "I just revenged my planet on a genocidal maniac. I�ve dreamed of this day for a year. I thought I�d feel better than this." You pause. "But I just feel sorry for him."
"He was a charismatic genocidal maniac."

"I guess. But I think mostly it just didn�t matter. I�m glad I don�t have to be afraid of him any more, but my past is still dead. Nothing has changed� except that now I�m a murderer, too."

"No!" he says sharply. "What you did was save our lives." He softens. "I know you have not been trained to kill. You don�t understand it. But we can�t all have the luxury of refusing to kill. Sometimes we�re called on to step up for a greater good. Some people never get that call. Some people, like myself, hear it often. Hopefully it will just be the once for you." He looks at you harder now. "But it was not wrong, and don�t you forget it." You nod.
He reaches for the back of your neck, under your soft hair, his fingers on your far cheek. He pulls your head around, so close to his. "Lyra�" he breathes, and then closes his eyes and rests his forehead on yours. "Since I saw you walk in with Moroc, I have wanted to do nothing but hold you. It nearly killed me to see you in his power."

A whimper escapes you and you tilt your face up to kiss him. He responds hungrily. You push him back and look in his eyes to ask, uncertainly, "nothing but hold me?"

"A figure of speech," he murmurs before returning to your lips. He picks you up and, kicking away the flimsy plastic chair, carries you to the couch, where he is all over you, his hands, his body. There is none of the playfulness of the last encounter. You are both aware of Doujo�s absence this time. The two of you are desperate, fevered, determined to exorcise the worry and tension. The emotion of the last few days must come out, must join and dissipate. When you come, it is with cries not of joy but of sorrow, for the pain and uncertainty of life. Afterwards, Ridan moves you on top of him, and you lie there together a long time.

**

Finally, the sick bay bell goes off, signaling that Doujo is waking up. Ridan gently extricates himself, pulls on his pants and goes in to see him. You slip on your shorts and tank top and quickly follow. Doujo is weak and squinting, but smiles when he sees you both. "Master! We won?"
Ridan smiles back a lopsided grin. "Well, after you decided to take a nap, Lyra came in and saved our skins."

"No way! You didn�t! Did you kick his butt like that stage guy?"

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You shake your head. Ridan puts his arm around you and answers for you, "No, not quite. But she did the job like nobody�s business. She�ll never have to worry about him again." He squeezes you and you turn to hold him. Then you let go and turn to Doujo. You lean over him and hold him as best as you can in the situation. He wraps his arms around you and strokes your hair.

"Master, did you go on ahead without me?" he asks suspiciously.

Ridan snaps his fingers. "I�d better go check the cockpit."
You answer for him this time, "Oh, Djo, we missed you. We�ll make it up."

"Djo," he smiles, "I like that."

You don�t care how needy you look. As long as Doujo is stuck here in bed, maybe you can get your fill of human contact. You climb right in with him.

"Hmmm. This is pretty nice. Healers don�t usually approve of this sort of healing on their watch, but what he doesn�t know won�t kill him. Though it may kill me."

You catch your breath and look up at him. "Djo� Moroc killed G�noa-Fan."

"�Oh." After a pause, he continues, "That�s the risk we all take when we become Jedi. Still, it�s not easy. Force be with him."
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The next morning, Doujo is sitting up in his bed, beginning to get antsy.

You look over at him from your bed. "I�m with you. Even I�m ready to bust out of here. And if that machine beeps one more time, I�m gonna go find that blaster."

"Wouldn�t help."

"What?"

"The blaster. The ones onboard are hard-wired on low power. They won�t damage the ship, even when you want them to. You might be able to blast a chair or something, but this machine is built sturdy, like the hull."

"So how would you break it?"
"I�m not telling you," he chuckles.

You�re stopped cold by this answer. "Doujo�how did Moroc find out about our night together?"

Doujo is surprised at the question. He is about to smile when he sees that this is a serious matter for you. He reconsiders his answer. "I never gave you a tour of the ship, did I?"

"I don�t want a tour now. I would just like an answer."

"No, I mean� This is not a large ship. I think the only places you haven�t seen are the cockpit, Moroc�s and G�noa-Fan�s quarters. This sick bay was originally a tiny barracks. You�ve seen our suite, the lounge, and the cargo bay." He pauses.

"That�s it?" you ask. He nods. "But, how did you run for two hours?"
"Well, I went in a circle, of course. But a very small one. I did 250 laps."

You can�t help yourself. The laughter comes, your hand slaps over your eyes. "Good!"

"Good?!"

You are serious again. "How did Moroc find out about our night together?" you repeat.

"I�m sure he heard us. My room is right next to the cockpit. We weren�t very discreet, you know."

"Oh. So� you didn�t happen to mention it to him?"

"Of course not! Did he say I did?!"
You look down. "Yes, he did." While he is considering this, you continue, very softly. "He said you and Ridan were laughing at me."

Doujo ponders this a minute and answers quietly. "I can imagine now what he told you, and why. I am not that kind of man, but I don�t think there�s any way I can prove that to you. Maybe if you think about what I have said, and what I have done, and what Moroc said, and what Moroc did, you can find the answer for yourself."
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