Learning to Love Again
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,848
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3
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Learning to Love Again
Summary: Two men seperated by time are brought together by fate and one ex apprentice. Han Solo and Atton Rand must learn to love again and to trust again.
Disclaimer: Hm...I make no money from this so I don't own any of the Star War franchise. Lucas does. Lucky bastard. Lord knows if I owned it episodes 7-9 would be made.
Written by DarkRosaRand
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Atton hissed faintly as his shoulder connected with the metal of a near by building, head spinning for the massive amounts of alcohol swimming in his system. Alcohol that he was unwilling to clean from his system.
One year.
One entire force forsaken year since he found himself back on his world, in his universe. ONE YEAR since he was taken from the strange group of people that had slowly became his family, since he lost his apprentice…since he lost the woman he loved.
“Damn. I really am pathetic.”
Atton tenses when he hears a soft feminine sigh.
“Who’s there?”
Again the soft sigh sounds filled with sadness and disappointment. Atton draws a blaster and spins around. He sees nothing and carefully scans his surroundings with both his eyes and the Force. Finding more nothing he holsters the blaster.
“Fucking great. Now I’m going insane.” He turns to continue on his way only to find himself face to face with a tall, slender, white haired girl…with familiar pink eyes. He draws back quickly with a gasp. “How the hell? You can’t be!”
The girl quizzically tilts her head. “Can’t be what?”
Atton stammers slightly “You can’t be my apprentice! This isn’t Hyrule and
you’re too tall!”
The girl laughs softly. “Are you so sure Teacher?”
Atton growls at the familiar nickname. “I’m positive. Now who the fuck are you?”
The girl sighs faintly. “I am who you think I am.”
“You can’t be Reiahne. Reiahne is small, fragile. You’re tall, study, and have nothing of her child like appearance.”
The girl shakes her head. “That was my fleshy appearance. I have long since moved past that form.”
Atton gasps “You’re a Force forsaken ghost! When!? How!?”
Reiahne smiles sadly “About three of my years ago. I simply did not have the energy to continue.”
“Didn’t have…The hell Kid! You had plenty of life left.”
“My presence, my soul…yes. But my body did not. My heart simply quit beating.”
“But-“
Reiahne cuts him off. “I knew all along that I would not live long and I do not regret the life I lead. I only wish that Cerekul’s life had not been connected to my own.”
Atton bows his head. “Then he died as well?”
Reiahne nods. “Not long after I did. He continued on long enough to bring my body home before lying down and giving up.”
“You two really did share a deep connection.”
“Yes. We are soul mates. Cerekul now waits to be reborn…As do I. But that isn’t why I am here.”
Atton gives her a questioning look.
Reiahne smiles. “I am here to bring you to your soul mate.”
Atton blinks and begins to laugh. “Oh really? Well good luck with that cause obviously I was never meant to be loved.”
Reiahne rolls her eyes. “Such melodrama. Everyone has a soul mate. Yours just hasn’t been born yet and won’t be for several thousand years.”
“That does me a fat lot of good, Kid. How do expect to get me with this person when I will be dead be she’s even born?”
Reiahne smiles mysteriously.
“What?”
Reiahne holds up a hand surrounded by the pale white glow of her magic and Atton’s world fades away. Reiahne smiles down at Atton’s prone form.
“Who ever said that your soul mate was a woman?”
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Author(ess) note: Whatchu think? Good? Bad? Wtf?
Review the story. Tell me ideas. Let me know if you spot any errors. Flames will be used to roast marshmellows.
Disclaimer: Hm...I make no money from this so I don't own any of the Star War franchise. Lucas does. Lucky bastard. Lord knows if I owned it episodes 7-9 would be made.
Written by DarkRosaRand
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Atton hissed faintly as his shoulder connected with the metal of a near by building, head spinning for the massive amounts of alcohol swimming in his system. Alcohol that he was unwilling to clean from his system.
One year.
One entire force forsaken year since he found himself back on his world, in his universe. ONE YEAR since he was taken from the strange group of people that had slowly became his family, since he lost his apprentice…since he lost the woman he loved.
“Damn. I really am pathetic.”
Atton tenses when he hears a soft feminine sigh.
“Who’s there?”
Again the soft sigh sounds filled with sadness and disappointment. Atton draws a blaster and spins around. He sees nothing and carefully scans his surroundings with both his eyes and the Force. Finding more nothing he holsters the blaster.
“Fucking great. Now I’m going insane.” He turns to continue on his way only to find himself face to face with a tall, slender, white haired girl…with familiar pink eyes. He draws back quickly with a gasp. “How the hell? You can’t be!”
The girl quizzically tilts her head. “Can’t be what?”
Atton stammers slightly “You can’t be my apprentice! This isn’t Hyrule and
you’re too tall!”
The girl laughs softly. “Are you so sure Teacher?”
Atton growls at the familiar nickname. “I’m positive. Now who the fuck are you?”
The girl sighs faintly. “I am who you think I am.”
“You can’t be Reiahne. Reiahne is small, fragile. You’re tall, study, and have nothing of her child like appearance.”
The girl shakes her head. “That was my fleshy appearance. I have long since moved past that form.”
Atton gasps “You’re a Force forsaken ghost! When!? How!?”
Reiahne smiles sadly “About three of my years ago. I simply did not have the energy to continue.”
“Didn’t have…The hell Kid! You had plenty of life left.”
“My presence, my soul…yes. But my body did not. My heart simply quit beating.”
“But-“
Reiahne cuts him off. “I knew all along that I would not live long and I do not regret the life I lead. I only wish that Cerekul’s life had not been connected to my own.”
Atton bows his head. “Then he died as well?”
Reiahne nods. “Not long after I did. He continued on long enough to bring my body home before lying down and giving up.”
“You two really did share a deep connection.”
“Yes. We are soul mates. Cerekul now waits to be reborn…As do I. But that isn’t why I am here.”
Atton gives her a questioning look.
Reiahne smiles. “I am here to bring you to your soul mate.”
Atton blinks and begins to laugh. “Oh really? Well good luck with that cause obviously I was never meant to be loved.”
Reiahne rolls her eyes. “Such melodrama. Everyone has a soul mate. Yours just hasn’t been born yet and won’t be for several thousand years.”
“That does me a fat lot of good, Kid. How do expect to get me with this person when I will be dead be she’s even born?”
Reiahne smiles mysteriously.
“What?”
Reiahne holds up a hand surrounded by the pale white glow of her magic and Atton’s world fades away. Reiahne smiles down at Atton’s prone form.
“Who ever said that your soul mate was a woman?”
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Author(ess) note: Whatchu think? Good? Bad? Wtf?
Review the story. Tell me ideas. Let me know if you spot any errors. Flames will be used to roast marshmellows.