Caught: a five minute challenge
Sep. 23rd, 2003 11:25 amCaught
by Angel (OK, I went 7 minutes)
Usual Disclaimers, somewhat AU
No accident had ever hurt like the deliberate damage
Vader had done. No accident had hurt as badly as the
impact at the bottom of the air chute.
And Luke had a bad feeling it was no accident he
hadn't died.
He hung from the weathervane, sending his words
screaming into the Force, begging someone to hear him.
Leia wasn't there, her energies were walled in the
white ice of suspended animation. The blackness of
Vader drew ever nearer, threatening to swallow him
alive. Ben Kenobi's words came back, even as he
pleaded for his teacher, "Wookiees aren't just big
shaggy humanoids, Luke. They have a language and
culture of their own and a strong connection, in their own
way, to the Force."
In the cockpit of the Falcon, Chewbacca raised a howl
that made the instruments jump.
"Luke? You're sure?" Han said, but his hands were
already moving over the controls that would take them
back into danger.
His grip slipped a bit more, and the pain of his body
was as loud as the roaring in his ears. The corrosive
gas would take him, devour him, leaving nothing for
the Dark Side, no prize for the Emperor. He fell.
No accident that he was caught in strong familiar
arms, a blanket that smelled of Han draped around his
shoulders.
"Gotcha, kid."
by Angel (OK, I went 7 minutes)
Usual Disclaimers, somewhat AU
No accident had ever hurt like the deliberate damage
Vader had done. No accident had hurt as badly as the
impact at the bottom of the air chute.
And Luke had a bad feeling it was no accident he
hadn't died.
He hung from the weathervane, sending his words
screaming into the Force, begging someone to hear him.
Leia wasn't there, her energies were walled in the
white ice of suspended animation. The blackness of
Vader drew ever nearer, threatening to swallow him
alive. Ben Kenobi's words came back, even as he
pleaded for his teacher, "Wookiees aren't just big
shaggy humanoids, Luke. They have a language and
culture of their own and a strong connection, in their own
way, to the Force."
In the cockpit of the Falcon, Chewbacca raised a howl
that made the instruments jump.
"Luke? You're sure?" Han said, but his hands were
already moving over the controls that would take them
back into danger.
His grip slipped a bit more, and the pain of his body
was as loud as the roaring in his ears. The corrosive
gas would take him, devour him, leaving nothing for
the Dark Side, no prize for the Emperor. He fell.
No accident that he was caught in strong familiar
arms, a blanket that smelled of Han draped around his
shoulders.
"Gotcha, kid."