My Everything

Disclaimer:  Vague summary, but I didnÕt want to spoil you.  Not like you 
canÕt guess it anyway...But thatÕs not the point here, is it?  Oh well.  
Anyway, the characters in here arenÕt mine, they don'tÕ in any way belong 
to me.  So please donÕt get mad at me.  Money is not being made off this, 
but donations are welcome...

	Oh yes, I have other stories here at Club Jade that have my old and 
very outdated email address.

Adventures of a Vision, Betrayed Trust, The Christmas Gift, Red Sunset are 
the stories that should have an old (or maybe I updated some and didn't 
realize it...) email address.  I posted the new one below.  =)

	This didnÕt take too long to write.  Maybe half an hour. I lost track of 
time.  Email plus feedback (please, NO lectures), comments to:  
MaraJade@rebelspy.net 
	Enjoy.


My Everything

	It was a wonder heÕd been able to sleep that night.  A wonder that, 
for once, his nightmares hadnÕt plagued him with their presence.  Luke had 
been having troubled nights recently, reliving unwillingly the peak moments 
of his life that had also been the ones he feared the most.  But fear was a 
slave of the Dark Side and so Luke couldnÕt fear those things.  HeÕd 
forgotten about them...Until the dreams started.

	The horrid scene, branded and burned in LukeÕs mind of his uncle and 
aunt on their homestead the day heÕd met Obi-Wan Kenobi, their skeletal 
remains blackened and charred, smoke smoldering off the still hot portions 
of their once fleshed bodies.

	The pain and loss of having to witness the death of Ben Kenobi...the 
mental struggle of having to move on, reality not permitting him to mourn.

	Agony over the revelation of his parentage and relation to Darth 
Vader along with the searing pain of losing his right hand.

	The loss of friends during the Rebellion...the countless faces and 
names that had been unwitting victims to the EmpireÕs treachery.

	Losing Yoda and having to confront the evil stem of his problems...The 
fear of falling to the Dark Side and the heavy responsibility placed upon his 
shoulders from birth to defeat the Emperor and forced with the order to 
defeat his father.

	His father...a man heÕd never met and yet had known his entire life.  
This man...this...machine, melting to good under his arms, tears still being 
able to reach the poor scarred and aged face.  The man whoÕd seen more 
than Luke had...and at one time, was the great man Luke had always 
perceived his father to be.

	Watching comrades die around him as he continued on in the battles 
of the New Republic.  Still after so long, striving to keep their promise of 
freedom across the the galaxy.

	Continuing on in his frustration as time permitted no personal time to 
mourn, cry, or at least let out his emotion.

	Always the mask of the Jedi, ever-present, assuring the quiet fears in 
those around him.  But who was the comforting force for him?  Who was 
there to help calm his fears, dry his tears, hear his calls?

	Lifestyles not allowing time for love or devotion to another person.  
Always devotion to the better good, sacrifice oneÕs self for the aide of 
others.

	A family he had, there to be his guide...and yet...never always 
there...never quite what he was in so desperate need of.

	Though through his inner turmoil...Forever and always was her.  She 
stood out among his fellows, like a beacon of hope spreading her light so 
as only Luke could see.  Warming him and bringing him comfort.  Giving him 
faith when he had none.  Lending him strength when his was spent.  
Building his confidence when it had been worn down.  His walking stick for a 
broken leg...His listener for his unresolved problems...

	A treasure not to be lost.  And one, of all the people he knew, who 
understood him the best and could help him with anything.  Could wash 
away his worries with soothing words...calming breaths...warm caresses...

	Was it she then?  She who stopped his nightmares and gave him 
peace?  She who took away his fears and left him serene and with clear 
mind?

	Luke smiled softly in his deep slumber, his arm gently laced around his 
treasure, never wanting to let her go.  Her side moving rhythmically with 
her breathing, calming Luke more than an ocean of words could ever do 
and bringing him to an even deeper sleep.

	She indeed was his line of sanity.  Never once faulting as his one solid 
source of strength in his hazed and difficult world.  Her who kept him from 
the insanity of the loss of a loved one, who stood by his decisions, urging 
him on, keeping him humble.

	What did he do to deserve such a gift?  Such a blessing?  Whatever it 
had been...Luke was eternally grateful.

	My heart, my soul.  My hope, my life...I love you, Mara Jade.