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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke ambles into the bar, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and settles down on a barstool, looking around at the rest of the clientele.

It takes him a minute to recognize her. She looks different -- less flouncily dressed, maybe a little less carefree. But he grins, asks the bar for two glasses of lemonade, and tries to catch her eye.

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[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

*Scarlett does indeed recognize Luke and she cheerily walks over to him.*

Why hello there, Luke. How ever have you been?

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He smiles and offers her one of the lemonades. "I've been well, Scarlett. What about you? It's been quite some time since I've seen you."

[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

*She looks down, her eyes glistening with what might be tears.*

Why, I've.. I've been fine. A great deal of time's passed for me.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He reaches tentatively out to lay a hand on her shoulder. "... I doubt you've been just fine. What's wrong?"

He does, come to think of it, remember some talk of a war, and quite a lot of young men, and is well versed in the general consequences of wars for young men. It seems like a fair guess.

[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

Why, Luke, I got married. I'm Mrs. Hamilton now. But then my husband died in camp, and I had a sweet little boy. I'm living in Atlanta now, in my husband's house with his sister and aunt.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"Oh, my." He takes a moment to digest it all before saying quietly. "A lot of time has passed for you, then, for all that to have happened. I'm sorry to hear of your loss."

[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

Yes, nearly a year now...

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"It's been far less than that here. Not more than six months, certainly." He bites his lip. "Plenty of changes in that time, though."

[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

Oh, and what kind of changes have happened to you?

*She says it lightly but watches him like a hawk*

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

At some point in time, Val wanders over, obviously tired and more than a little out of it. "Hey, there you. Watch out. Your dad's sporting jeans now, too. Mightn't recognize him." She plunks down on a stool beside him.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He glances over and puts an arm around her. "Hey yourself. You all right? You seem a little worn out."

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"My best friend got kidnapped by a pirate, Peter and I got in a food fight last night, and I realized the wedding' supposed to be tomorrow, and I'm not even half ready." She headbars a few times, Bar producing a square green pillow after the second time.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"Hey, whoa." He catches her by the shoulders. "None of that, love. Okay. Um... which of those should I be reassuring you about most urgently?"

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

She just sighs. "I don't know? I don't even know what's going on." Val's head? Meet pillow. Again. "There so bloody much to plan, and I'm worried about Alanna, and as always, Peter's being a bastard, and I think my head's going to explode. Clean it up if it does, ok?"

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"Okay, first of all, we can postpone the wedding. No one will throw things at us. I promise. So let's do that." He runs one hand gently up and down her spine. "And beyond that... okay, let's start with the pirate. That sounds like probably the more immediate problem. What pirate? What happened?"

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

She smiles. "Yeah, postponing would be good. I just don't want you to think that I haven't been doing things because I don't want to marry you, because that's so wrong, I've been doing scads of stuff, it just crept up on me." She takes a breath, biting her lip. "And as for Alanna, I don't know. I was doing something, and I looked up and saw her being carried out the door by the pirate. She looked drunk, and was obviously being taken against her will. The pirate's name, I think, is Jack Sparrow. That's all I know." She sighs.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"I know you have. You've been incredibly busy." He leans over for a kiss. "Whenever the wedding is, it'll still be wonderful, I know it."

"Now, pirate. Do you know if there's anyone else here from his world? Because if you're wanting to run off and rescue her, you'll need someone to open the door."

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina sees a familiar face sitting at the bar. He looks younger than she remembers, and is wearing funny clothes, but at this point, those random aspects don't bother her anymore. Taking her drink with her, she walks over to him and taps him on the shoulder.

"Uncle Luke?"

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He turns around, surprised, but manages a hesitant smile. "Anakin's sister? Your grandfather told me you were here. I, uh, doubt I'm quite what you were expecting."

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina nods, chuckling slightly. "You're around my age," she replies. "It's slightly disconcerting."

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"Don't I know it. My own mother came in from somewhere further in the past, looking about my age." He grins crookedly and gestures to the seat next to him. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina smiles and sits in the offered chair. She takes a final sip of her milk, and places the empty cup on the table. "Sure," she says, answering his offer. "Grandmother is here? Who is she? What does she look like?"

Jaina stops, realizing that she's uncharacteristically asking too many questions. But she's never known who her grandmother is. She's curious.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He grins. "Her name is Padme. She was a galactic senator -- got involved in politics even younger than your mother did, I'm told. I honestly don't know much about her myself. As for what she looks like... you look a lot like her, actually. More so than Leia does, and they resemble each other pretty strongly."

He tilts his head toward her empty glass. "Another of those, or would you like something different?"

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina smiles. "I hope I can meet her one day."

"Another sounds good."

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He orders the refill and slides it across the bar towards her. "I'm sure you will. She's living in the house attached to the bar now, and I don't think she's planning to leave anytime soon." It seems to him that it's probably a bad idea to mention the freaky inter-timeline pregnancy right now, though. So let's not.