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| Because these stories are short, I decided that they were best all displayed on page. Title: His Clothes Author Name & E-mail: FelsGoddess YnHrlTrckstrFl@yahoo.com Characters: Breha Organa Era: pre-ROTS Category: Fluff Summary: Breha Organa reflects on her relationship with her husband. Disclaimers: I am making no profit from this story, nor do the characters belong to me. HIS CLOTES I lay out his clothes everyday. My husband is gone. He is on Coruscant, again, serving the Republic. Last time, I was able to accompany him. Not this time, this time, I stayed home. I still lay out his clothes. My husband is a horrible dresser. Finding clothes that match is impossible for him. Before we were married, I would tell him what to wear. Now, I just lay out his clothes, down to the socks. Before he left, I laid out all of his clothes. I put them each in a seperate bag. The man just cannot pack his own clothes! I love my husband dearly. We always have wanted a child, but have never had one. I cannot give him one. We want to adopt a little girl, oneday. Hopefully after this war we can attain our dreams. Maybe by then he can find his own clothes. I turn on the holonews. I see my husband. No one else would notice this, but his socks don't match. I see I still have to lay out his clothes. Title: Third to Serve Author Name & E-mail: FelsGoddess YnHrlTrckstrFl@yahoo.com Characters: Baron Soontir Fel Era: NJO Category: Reflection Summary: Soontir Fel thinks of his third child going off to war. Disclaimers: I am making no profit from this story, nor do the characters belong to me. THRID TO SERVE My son. You stand in front of desk, defending yourself. You state the facts as a true officer. I treat you as an officer should, not like a father. You and I both know when is the appropriate time for that relationship. You have made me so proud. At only twenty years, a squadron leader. I am proud of the man you have become. You do not stay away from a fight. You know what you can do and do it. You do not fool around. I both admire and hate that in you. I admire you staying on task, but miss the days when you were carefree. No longer do you smile as you did before Davin and Cherith died. You are around Davin's age when he was killed in battle. I wish light would come back to your eyes, son. When I tell you of the fall of Corescant and a Solo child has been killed, you bypass any feelings to the fall of a government. I know why, even though you don't. You care deeply for Jaina Solo. I can see it in your eyes when you hear her name. I know, son. I only hope you realize before it's too late. I agree to send you out to scout. I feel a little better knowing Shawnkyr Nuruodo is going with you, but I cannot rid the feeling of dread. As I watch you leave, I am fearful of your life. I have been through many dangerous and fearful situation, but none such as this. I feel as if I am sending you to die, Jagged. You do not shy from duty. You are brave. You are talented. Those won't keep you alive. I will not live with myself knowing I sent you to die. Your mother and I can't lose another child. You are the third child I have sent to serve. This is an enemy we do not know much about. Death shrouds our family. Don't add to it, son. Be careful, Jagged. You must come back to us, to me. Title: Almost My Children Author Name & E-mail: FelsGoddess YnHrlTrckstrFl@yahoo.com Characters: Winter Era: NJO Category: Angst Summary: Winter reflects on her past with the Solo children as she hears of Anakin's death, Jacen's disappearence, and Jaina's fall. Disclaimers: I am making no profit from this story, nor do the characters belong to me. ALMOST MY CHILDREN I sit here everyday with Ackbar on Mon Calamari, helping him out. He is aging. He cannot do what he used to. I don't mind staying with him. My husband is helping out with the war. He is on Corescant. I haven't seen him for a month. We haven't been paying attention to the news as of late. All we hear about is how we are losing the war. Tycho tells me if anything really important is happening. The front door chimes. I pull my legs out of Ackbar's water to answer it. My husband stands there, looking grim. "What is it?" I ask him. Tycho steps inside. He simply hugs me. He then steps back and takes my hands, "Winter, darling, Anakin is dead." My mind reels. Anakin? Not Anakin! He can't be dead! Perfect memories of the boy play before my eyes. I see Leia hand me the baby for safe keeping. I see baby Anakin smile at me. I see little Anakin take his first step. I hear his first word. I see him safely in his mother's arms after he is rescued. I see him run to me when I see him after his kidnapped. I hear him yell, "WINTER!" I see him sitting alone by a small puddle, playing in the mudd. I hear his cry as he scrapes his knee. I see him tell his brother and sister goodbye as they leave for Yavin IV. I hear the pride in his voice when he tells me he is going to Yavin. I see him leave. I feel his hug. I hear him tell me how to fix the Temple after an attack. I see him working on his lessons. I hear his voice. I love all three children, but Anakin has always been extra special to me. The twins had their bond. They would sometimes go into their own little world, leaving Anakin alone. He would come to me. I love him as if he was my own. I remember a picture he made me as a small boy. He made his family. He had his mother and father, sister and brother, uncle, Chewie, and Lando. He painted me in, holding his hand. "See?" he told me, "you are my friend! You are in my family!" I feel Tycho pull me close. I have to know, "How?" "He lead a strike team of Jedi to Myrkr to kill the voyxn queen, that's all I know," Tycho tells me. I know about voxyn. I worried for the children as soon as I heard of them. I know I should ask how Han and Leia are, but I can't. Tycho and I never had children. Anakin was my baby. I raised him more than his parents. My boy is dead. ~~~ I sit once again with my legs in the water, watching Ackbar swim. Tycho has no returned for a month. I have not turned on the news since he left. All that is shown is images of my Anakin. I see him in my perfect memory. I know Ackbar is recording images of him to give to Han and Leia. The door chimes. I rise to answer it. Once again, Tycho stands there, looking grim. "Who?" I asked, terrified. "Jacen," he answers simply. I let him inside. He hugs me tightly, "He is gone. I heard that Leia is still convinced he is alive, but that could just be a mother's hope." Jacen. My first boy. He is dead, too. My boys are dead. "How is Jaina?" I ask, knowing it was bad. "Last I heard, Jaina... has gone to the Dark Side," he tells me. I nod. The loss of Jacen must have sent her over the edge. Her and Jacen were not only twins, not only the two halves of one being, but best friends. They needed eachother. I can't imagine how hard it must be for her. "Was there a funeral?" "For Anakin. On Hapes. Leia doesn't believe Jacen is dead and there was no body," Tycho explains. I nod. I do not need a funeral to remember my boy. I can see him perfectly. I can hear him. I can hear all of my almost children. "There's more, love," Tycho told me, "Corescant has fallen." I inhale sharply. I look to Ackbar. His face shows dismay. I cling to Tycho. That is the second planet we have lost. I know we cannot bear to lose another. ~~~ He had returned! Jacen is alive! I hug him tightly. He has lost weight. He has facial hair. He has been through hell and back, but he is still my Jacen. Oh glorious day! Jacen has returned! Jaina is back from the Dark Side! If only my husband was here and little Anakin! As I hug Jacen tightly, I remember him as a boy and smile. My almost son is home. |
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