In Which Elena Does the Drabble: Set #4
Theme: Luke/Leia
“Luke, I’m telling you this as a friend, OK? So don’t get upset,” Wedge said, the serious tone of his voice somewhat ruined by drunken slurring. “The princess and you have no chemistry. At all. In fact, I think you have anti-chemistry!”
Luke blinked. “Is anti-chemistry even a word?”
A shrug from the other. “Hell if I know. Anyway, the point is, you’re a ‘just friends’ person.”
“I am not!”
“Yeah, you are. More to the point, you and Leia are just friends.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. Have another drink.”
Depresseed sigh. “I’m never gettting married.”
“Well, not to Leia, in any case.”
b. enemies
The first time Luke Skywalker saw Leia Organa, he wasn’t impressed. She was beautiful - that much was true. In the darkness of her cell, she was a calm angel dressed in white. Luke knew it was just a façade. Inside, she was furious - and afraid.
He could use that.
“Princess?” he said quietly as he entered her cell. “My name is Luke Skywalker. How are you doing?”
She didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixated on the interrogation droid behind him, and Luke almost smiled.
He did smile, later, when he found he couldn’t break her. Then he had her executed.
c. lovers
Han didn’t begrudge them their happiness. Really. And, all right, they weren’t together yet…but it was only a matter of time. Everyone could see that, from Mon Mothma in the High Command to the refresher maintenance crew. It was that thing, that thing Han always saw in the soaps. Magnetism. True love. Something like that, anyway.
The point was, it was only a matter of time until something happened and they realized it. Luke was a great kid and Leia…well, she wasn’t his kind of gal, anyway. Too different. Too driven. Too *damn idealistic.
Yeah, it was better this way.
d. Family
“Luke, the last few months have been pretty hectic, but I’ve just realized something.”
“Yeah, Leia?”
“I know you told me this before, but it just didn’t sink in…”
“Yeah?”
“Luke - you’re my brother, right?”
“Uh-huh. Didn’t we already go over this?”
“Shut up. That means that we’re related.”
“Generally, being siblings does signify blood relation.”
“Shut up. We have the same parents.”
“Well, at least one.”
“Luke, shut up! You can’t do sarcasm, anyway.”
“Can you get to the point, please?”
“Yeah - I think we committed incest on Hoth. In front of Han.”
“...you have a sick mind, Leia.”
e. Strangers
The man looking at her was terrified, and Leia was too. Her cover had been blown! She moved toward him, and they were off, one following the other through the streets of Mos Eisley. He may have lived here, but she was faster, and soon she caught up with him and had a blaster at his head. And then he started talking.
“Go away, Padme. You can’t have him, ever. Luke deserves to live in peace, Padme, far away from your war.”
Padme? Leia thought. My war?
And then a boy named Skywalker showed up, and everything went to hell.
“Luke, I’m telling you this as a friend, OK? So don’t get upset,” Wedge said, the serious tone of his voice somewhat ruined by drunken slurring. “The princess and you have no chemistry. At all. In fact, I think you have anti-chemistry!”
Luke blinked. “Is anti-chemistry even a word?”
A shrug from the other. “Hell if I know. Anyway, the point is, you’re a ‘just friends’ person.”
“I am not!”
“Yeah, you are. More to the point, you and Leia are just friends.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. Have another drink.”
Depresseed sigh. “I’m never gettting married.”
“Well, not to Leia, in any case.”
b. enemies
The first time Luke Skywalker saw Leia Organa, he wasn’t impressed. She was beautiful - that much was true. In the darkness of her cell, she was a calm angel dressed in white. Luke knew it was just a façade. Inside, she was furious - and afraid.
He could use that.
“Princess?” he said quietly as he entered her cell. “My name is Luke Skywalker. How are you doing?”
She didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixated on the interrogation droid behind him, and Luke almost smiled.
He did smile, later, when he found he couldn’t break her. Then he had her executed.
c. lovers
Han didn’t begrudge them their happiness. Really. And, all right, they weren’t together yet…but it was only a matter of time. Everyone could see that, from Mon Mothma in the High Command to the refresher maintenance crew. It was that thing, that thing Han always saw in the soaps. Magnetism. True love. Something like that, anyway.
The point was, it was only a matter of time until something happened and they realized it. Luke was a great kid and Leia…well, she wasn’t his kind of gal, anyway. Too different. Too driven. Too *damn idealistic.
Yeah, it was better this way.
d. Family
“Luke, the last few months have been pretty hectic, but I’ve just realized something.”
“Yeah, Leia?”
“I know you told me this before, but it just didn’t sink in…”
“Yeah?”
“Luke - you’re my brother, right?”
“Uh-huh. Didn’t we already go over this?”
“Shut up. That means that we’re related.”
“Generally, being siblings does signify blood relation.”
“Shut up. We have the same parents.”
“Well, at least one.”
“Luke, shut up! You can’t do sarcasm, anyway.”
“Can you get to the point, please?”
“Yeah - I think we committed incest on Hoth. In front of Han.”
“...you have a sick mind, Leia.”
e. Strangers
The man looking at her was terrified, and Leia was too. Her cover had been blown! She moved toward him, and they were off, one following the other through the streets of Mos Eisley. He may have lived here, but she was faster, and soon she caught up with him and had a blaster at his head. And then he started talking.
“Go away, Padme. You can’t have him, ever. Luke deserves to live in peace, Padme, far away from your war.”
Padme? Leia thought. My war?
And then a boy named Skywalker showed up, and everything went to hell.