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Luke is sitting at the bar with a glass of firewhisky, which he hasn't had in quite some time. Although he's pretty sure there's no established protocol for what to do when your dead nephew from the future tells you that, in one version of your future, you go Dark, but "get a stiff drink and brood" seems like a step in the right direction.

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"I know. And I don't want you to." He squeezes her hand, looking away. "Whatever version of me it is in his timeline did something... very Dark. I don't know much on the details. He didn't bring it up, and I was hardly encouraging."

"Luke, listen to me." She reaches over, and gently brings his face back so she's looking him in the eyes. "I'm not going to let you do that. I will die before I let you Fall. I mean that with all of my soul, Luke. That timeline isn't you. This is you. Here, with me." Her eyes are serious, passionate. "I love you, Luke. I know that it's not going to be easy, that there's going to be problems, but if there's anything I can do about it, I won't let you do anything Dark. I'll sit you down and talk at you till I'm blue in the face if that's what it takes. I'll smack you with the hilt of your 'sabre if it takes that." Her expression is serious, a determination to her manner and emotions. "I love you, Luke Skywalker. Love's not all fluff. It's doing what you have to for the other person. As long as I'm alive, you're not going to Fall."

He pulls her close, silent for a long moment. When he does speak, his voice is rough. "I know. I know you'd bring me back. It's... honestly, I'm more worried about them, about the family in that timeline that some version of me hurt. Some version of Leia, Han, their kids. I don't know what I did. It was one of their kids I was talking to, and he just... went quiet. Two-word sentences. I don't want to have hurt them in any timeline."

She curls up against him, wrapping her arms around him. "The best way to make sure they don't hurt is to do what you can to make sure you don't hurt them now." She pauses. "You can't help what another version of you did. This bar changes people so they don't do what they wuold have done. Perhaps that's why you're here, love, so that you won't do whatever the other you did." She wrinkles her nose. "Ok, so I'm confusing myself. Too many alternate people."

"Believe me, I've already confused myself thinking about it more times than I can count, and I just met the kid last night." He leans over and kisses her, just a quick brush of lips. "I know I can't help it. I just wish I could. I'm sorry to be all... like this about it." The gesture that goes along with that line encompasses all of Luke as well as, just for good measure, the firewhisky and a large expanse of bartop.

"Hush, love. Don't worry about it. That's the last thing you need to worry about. You deal with me broody, it's my turn now." She hugs him, kissing his cheek gently. "I just hope I help, at least somewhat. I know I can't change that, but I can promise that your future with me will be different."

"I know it will." He turns his head slightly, enough for another soft kiss. "It'll be wonderful."

She kisses him back gently. "I'll do everything I can to make sure it is." She curls up against him, putting her head on his chest. "Every day, I wake up shocked that you're in bed next to me, and that you love me. That's about ten times more than I ever dreamed of having."

He laughs gently, and kisses her. "You'll have to get used to it before long, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at him. "I think this is something I'll like getting used to, if I ever do." A smile. "I still don't understand it. I'm the luckiest girl in the universe." Suddenly, she gets a mischivious twinkle in her eyes. "Oh! I have a present for you."

"A present?" Luke grins. "What is it?"

She jumps up and holds her hands out to him. "I'll show you, love." A grin. "It's in the room."

He stands up, grinning, and takes her hands. "Sounds exciting."

She leads him into the House of arch, and pushes him down on the sofa. "Close your eyes, love. I'll be right back." And she shuffles into the bedroom, returning with a bag. In the bag is a leather jacket, nice black pants, and a very nice-looking green shirt. She plunks the bag on his lap. "Open your eyes."

He obeys, half-laughing. When the bag lands on his lap, he looks down and opens it, pulling out the clothes. "Oh, wow, Val, they're terrific... oh, neat, this jacket is the best!" And he immediately leaps up, puts it on, and poses in it.

Val grins, a twinkle in her eyes. "You look amazing, love. Absoultely amazing. And handsome. One more moment." She runs off, returning in a green dress, spaghetti-straps, slightly tight for her, coming just above her knees. "And I got this for me." A blush. "I thought you'd like it."

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