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[sand_wormie]

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Rory Pond Williams, open to Leia Organa
Location: A public pool somewhere in the vicinity of the Outworlder apartments on Coruscant
When: Saturday
What: Swimming?
Rating: Most likely G.

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[daddypond]

Not for the first time since arriving in Star Wars land (he really should start thinking of it as Coruscant) Rory was hit with a longing to be back on the TARDIS with Amy and the Doctor. The swimming pool in there was pretty fantastic for one thing.
And he really rather missed them too.

But there was no point moping about. He had to help a young Luke Skywalker learn how to swim.

Dressed in slightly baggy swimming shorts he joined Luke, holding a foam board he'd nicked borrowed from the lifeguard. "Looks like we'll have most of it to ourselves," he commented, grinning in an attempt to encourage the kid.

[sand_wormie]

"I guess," Luke said dubiously. It was warmer in here than outside; still cooler than back home, but warm enough that he wasn't missing layers too badly. Being cold was one of those new experiences he didn't like much.

Maybe he was just a little suspicious of Rory's enthusiasm at this. But people from water-rich worlds were always weird about it. He'd heard someone use the saying "spending money like water", which was ridiculous to him.

He sat down at the slightly raised lip of the pool, bending a little to peer down at the bottom. The water was a little cloudy with salt and whatever had been added, but it was clear enough.

Uncrossing his legs, Luke steeled himself and touched the soles of one foot, then the other, to the surface, startling a little when someone over there jumped in and made little waves. "It's cold," he complained, gingerly letting his feet submerge and shuddering at the feeling of water wrapping around them to his ankles.

[daddypond]

It took some effort not to smile too much at Luke's displeasure about water. Strange to think this was the kid who'd end up saving the galaxy when he grew up. In a few thousand years or so.

He sat down next to him, letting his own legs dangle in the water. "Tell you what, if you figure this bit out, I'll see if I can find some hot pools to visit. They're a bit like this, except the water's hot."

[sand_wormie]

The water resisted him a little when he moved his legs, but not as much as he'd thought it would. He would have complained, People actually suspend themselves in this? but it was pretty obvious that they did. Somehow.

Every desert instinct was urging him to stop, this was plenty, water was lifting the little hairs on his legs and making tiny bubbles cling to his skin and that was weird.

Luke gritted his teeth, braced his hands against the pool, and raised himself up with his hands, sliding in and strangling most of a yelp as the water went over his waist. He was stronger than he looked, and his body was light; he could do that, and now awkwardly turned himself so he was facing the lip of the pool, clinging to it with both hands, feet finding the pool wall and helping him brace.

"It's twenty-eight degrees in here!" he whined nervously. He was holding the edge hard enough that white showed on his fingers. "I checked. That's the same temperature as the air - it should not be cold!"

[82 degrees farenheit. He measures by the metric