Coruscant

The Falcon's arrival on one of Coruscant's landing platforms was greeted by a rather anxious Princess Leia. Han had sent a message to her, but it contained only a minimum amount of information regarding recent events, with a promise that he would fill her in later. Leia was relieved to see her family and friends return safely, but she was well aware that more was going on than just concern about Soren's escape at Rella.

Before Leia could even get through her round of welcomes and embraces, there was a definite controversy over Mara's need to go immediately to the medical center. Luke was rather adamant on the point, and, in typical fashion, Mara was being equally adamant on the opposite stand. Of course, tension would not have been nearly so thick had it not been for the fact that Mara's obstinance was as much a response to her opponent as it was to the fact she simply did not want to go to the med center.

Leia was a little surprised to realize it was the Terrans who came to Luke's aid. Apparently they had developed a fondness for Mara and were determined to see to her overall welfare. Much logical and good old common sense opinion was voiced in support of Mara's need to seek medical attention, particularly from Scully, the one with medical expertise. When it began to look as if the group would personally escort the stubborn redhead to the med center, by physical means if necessary, Mara finally acquiesced.

While the medical techs gave Mara an examination, Han gave Leia the full story of what had happened at Rella, and more importantly, on the return trip. The Princess listened to the information attentively. She was as apprehensive as the others about Soren's plans, and agreed with her husband that they should return to Earth and track down Soren as soon as possible. She only hoped that Soren had not already had too much time to begin to carry out his intentions of establishing rule on the unsuspecting planet.

On a more personal, and slightly amused note, Leia also agreed with her husband that perhaps an outside influence could have a positive effect on Mara and Luke's ambiguous relationship.

After the examination, the med techs gave Mara their final verdict. She had recovered sufficiently that she could be released, but only under the condition she would take it easy for a few days. Mara agreed to do so, but most of her companions wondered just exactly what definition of ‘take it easy' Mara was considering. They left the medical center and regrouped in Han and Leia's personal suite to discuss the current situation.

There was an immediate consensus that they needed to go after Soren, which meant another trip through the doorway to Earth. It was also decided that Chewbacca should remain behind, since a Wookie on Earth would be much too difficult to explain. Again, Chewie was none too happy about it, but he understood the consequences and grudgingly agreed to stay.

Deciding on what their plan of action should be once they actually arrived on Earth was another matter. There was not a great deal of information to go on. While Mara had been able to give them a general idea of Soren's intentions, she could not recall everything, particularly the specifics Soren had mentioned to her in those final moments she was with him. It had reached a point of extreme frustration on Mara's behalf, because she clearly recalled having a conversation in which Soren had told her his plans, but she still could not remember what exactly Soren had said. Even using various Force enhancing techniques had not enabled Mara to evoke the memory.

"I wish I could remember the specifics, but I just can't." Mara paced in silence, disgusted with herself. Even though she had done everything possible, she was still poignantly aware that she was letting everyone down.

From the corner of her eye, Mara caught sight of Luke, staring at her intently. It seemed as if he wanted to say something, but then he looked away. Mara groaned inwardly. There remained one thing she had not yet tried. It was not a pleasant alternative, but it just might work. Gathering her resolve, Mara crossed the room and sat beside Luke. "I've tried reaching my memories through the Force, but it hasn't worked," she said softly. "Maybe you can reach them instead."

"Are you sure about this?" Luke questioned, a bit hesitantly, knowing how difficult it was for her to ask something like this of him.

"Skywalker, just get it over with."

Luke nodded in understanding. He took her hand and closed his eyes in concentration. Focusing through the Force, Luke began his search. The onlookers held silent, waiting patiently for the results. After only a few moments, Luke's eyes fluttered open and he gently released Mara's hand.

"Soren's intention is to begin with a takeover of the United States and Canada, primarily via access to computer files," the Jedi said. Turning his attention toward Fraser, Luke added, "I think I know where he'll be headed."

"The Consulate," Fraser affirmed, his face going a shade paler than normal.

"Okay. What's our plan?" Ray asked.

"I think we should split up," Mulder suggested. "If I'm following your line of thought, Fraser, then once Soren gets the computer files from the Consulate in Chicago, his next plan of action may be DC. I think Scully and I should check out the airport, see if anyone fitting his description has booked a flight recently."

"Good idea," the Mountie agreed. "Ray, perhaps you should make a stop by the police station and see if anything new has come in on the case. There just might be a lead."

"I'll join Mulder and Scully," Luke said. "Since Soren is Force sensitive, if he's anywhere nearby I should be able to pick up on his presence. Han, how about you join Benton at the Consulate. If we're lucky, we may already be a step ahead of Soren and catch him there."

Han was just about to comment when Leia suddenly piped in from beside him. "You mean Han and I can join Benton at the Consulate."

"Hold on a minute, Sweetheart," Han interjected. "Who said you were coming along?"

Leia turned on her husband, an all too familiar determined gleam in her brown eyes. "If you think I'm going to let you go traipsing about on some unknown planet where I can't keep an eye on you, you're crazy. It's bad enough that Chewie can't go. And I'm not about to sit around here twiddling my thumbs while this unofficial mission goes on right under my nose. Besides, like Luke said, Soren is Force sensitive. I can help locate him too."

"As can I," Mara added, cutting off any further immediate retorts from Han.

Now it was Luke's turn to protest. "Mara, you can't possibly be thinking of going. You're still much too weak."

"You need all the help you can get," Mara replied evenly. She then added, with a menacing glare of her own, "I'm going." If the glare had left any room for debate, the tone of her voice snuffed it out completely.

An expectant pause of silence held in the air, the audience of this brief interchange beginning to come to the same conclusion. The men were none too happy about it, but in this particular instance, the women had indeed won.

"Alright," Mulder finally spoke up. "Han and Leia will join Fraser at the Consulate. Mara, you can join Ray and follow up any leads you two may find. Does that work for everyone?"

There was agreement, and after final details of their plan were worked out, the small group made preparations to depart.

* * *

Chicago, Illinois
5:07 p.m.

The small group of Terrans and aliens arrived, unnoticed, in Mulder's hotel room via the Force doorway. After a cursory check of their supplies, and making certain that everyone's comlink was functioning properly, the band split into their separate teams and began to execute their search for Soren. Luke, Mulder, and Scully piled into the rental car and drove off in the direction of O'Hare airport. Ray and Mara, after having dropped off the Consulate party, sped on towards the 27th District Police Station.

Outside the Consulate, Han stood on the sidewalk and stared at the large tri-banded red and white flag, some three pronged flower-type symbol etched in the center. A decoratively crested sign marked the entrance of the building.

"Maintain the right," Fraser read aloud from the sign. "The motto of the RCMP."

"I like it. Simple and to the point." Han turned his attention toward his wife, who was giving the building her own inspection. Her brow was creased in concentration, and Han waited until her expression eased somewhat before asking, "You feel anything?"

"Soren's not here, but I think he has been. Give me a second." Her brow furrowed again. "Two people inside, both unconscious." Another pause. "Oh no, I think one of them is injured."

Without waiting for another word Fraser turned and was gone.

"Come on, Sweetheart," Han called, following on his heels.

Fraser bounded up the stairs, and Han nearly plowed into his back when the Mountie stopped abruptly at the top.

"It's Constable Turnbull," Fraser said, kneeling down by the inert, red clad form on the floor. "He's still unconscious, but appears to be unharmed. Which means the injured party must be--"

The realization died away on Fraser's lips even as his gaze turned to notice the half open door at the end of the hall.

Han immediately recognized the expression that came over his companion's face. It was one he had worn upon his own countenance far too often. Han thought he detected the hint of a whispered name from the man before he was up and running down the hall. With a quick nod in Fraser's direction, Han said to his wife, "I'll look after this guy. I think you better go help Fraser." A brief look of understanding passed between the pair before Leia too ran down the hall.

Leia entered the office to find Fraser bent over a dark-haired woman who was sprawled out on the floor beside a desk. Leia noticed the distinct trace of blood near where the woman's head lay. "How badly is she hurt?" Leia asked, quickly joining Fraser beside the woman on the floor.

"Difficult to ascertain. I believe there may have been a struggle." He pointed to a reddish mark on one corner of the desk. "It appears Inspector Thatcher struck her head. I can't tell how badly she's been cut, but the bleeding has stopped."

Leia meet his eyes, saw the strong sense of concern there. "Let me check. With the Force I can determine how serious it is."

Fraser replied with a nod. "I'll call an ambulance."

Reaching out with the Force, Leia attempted to discern the extent of the woman's injuries. From what she could tell, the cut did not seem to be too serious, and indeed the woman's body had already begun the necessary healing process. Leia's strength never had lied in the art of healing, but she used what Force ability she had to help aid the woman's natural recovery. Leia did not know how much time had passed, but when she opened her eyes, Fraser was kneeling again, and watching her intently.

"Were you able to determine anything?"

Leia noticed that the Mountie seemed to be very calm now, and she realized then that the brief moment of panic she had observed in the hallway had been a privileged glimpse of something. Something that perhaps even Fraser himself did not know existed. She contemplated the expression in his eyes once again. No, Fraser was aware of his feelings. But whether he ever admitted how deep they actually ran Leia could not tell.

She placed a reassuring hand on Fraser's arm. "Inspector Thatcher is going to be just fine. Her injury isn't too serious, and once she receives medical attention I'm sure they'll be able to tell you the same."

The Mountie favored her with a smile that seemed to allude to a level of understanding beyond what their words had communicated.

"Hey Fraser," Han's voice interrupted their little moment. "I think this other guy is coming around."

Fraser rose and joined Han. Once again in the hall, he approached Turnbull, now sitting on the floor, resting his head back against the wall. "Turnbull, what happened?"

The constable's report was simple. A man, matching Soren's description, had entered the building. The man had drawn some sort of gun, the description of which sounded very much like a blaster to Han, and Turnbull recounted feeling an immense, painful burst of some sort before passing out.

"Sounds like he had it set for stun," Han commented. "You were lucky."

"There was nothing I could do. I stood, and before I even had time to open my mouth to speak, I was unconscious on the floor," Turnbull bemoaned, a sincere, if somewhat exaggerated, apologetic expression on his face. The sound of sirens became discernable in the distance, and the constable's countenance fell even more. "Is that an ambulance? Has Inspector Thatcher been injured?"

"The Inspector's injuries do not appear to be serious," Fraser reassured. "But she will need medical attention. I would suggest you seek attention as well, as a precaution." Fraser turned his attention to Han. "We need to check the computer files."

It did not take long for them to determine the status of the files. Everything on every computer was gone.

"Looks like Soren's handiwork, alright," Han said, leaning over Fraser where he sat at one of the computer monitors. "But based on how long that Turnbull fellow was knocked out, Soren can't have been gone long."

"Agreed. The question now is would Soren have attempted to go straight to Washington, DC, as Agent Mulder suspected, or would he continue to remain hidden here in Chicago for a while longer?"

Any further discussion was interrupted when Leia poked her head around the doorway. "Benton, the medical attendants are ready to leave with Inspector Thatcher. She's regained consciousness and wants to speak with you before they go."

Fraser made his way quickly into the hallway, where the paramedics were now rolling Thatcher out on a stretcher.

"Inspector, have the paramedics determined the severity of your injury?" Fraser asked imperturbably.

"I'll need a few stitches, and no doubt they'll want to keep me for a few hours to watch and determine if I suffered a concussion," Thatcher replied in a matching tone.

The Mountie nodded slightly, neither his face nor his voice betraying any sense of emotion. "I'm glad to hear that it's not serious."

"Fraser, I'm almost afraid to ask, but do you know anything about the man who broke in here tonight?"

"Yes ma'am. He is involved in the case Detective Vecchio and I are currently investigating."

The Inspector seemed to consider that for a moment. Fraser could almost see the precise machinery working, the wheels of her mind turning. No doubt she would want to know the details of the case, and why now the Canadian Consulate had become involved in this way. She also doubtless was wondering who his two strange companions were, not to mention where in the world he had been for the past couple of days. But for the moment, all her questions would have to wait.

"Constable, we will discuss this at a later time," Thatcher said in a voice which left no room for argument.

"Understood."

Off to the side, Leia watched the interlude with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. Her Force senses clearly indicated that there was an emotional link between these two people. Yet to all outward appearances, her senses registered nothing more than two co-workers whose concern was only that of professional interest. A final, momentary silence passed between the pair before the paramedics continued down the hallway with their charge. In that last instant Leia thought she had almost seen, or perhaps felt, a sense of something pass between them; the slightest hint of a flicker in their eyes. Leia smiled to herself, pleased to have caught yet another rare moment.

Leia's comlink beeped, cutting off her line of speculation. She pulled the small device from her pocket. "Yes?"

"It's Mara," the familiar voice responded. "I think Ray and I have found something."

* * *

O'Hare Airport

Upon arriving at the airport, the trio quickly split and began to cover as much territory as possible. The basic plan was for Mulder and Scully to question staff at the terminals, using a copy of the picture they had of Soren. Luke, using the Force, would do several sweeps of the area, hopefully locating Soren if he was anywhere nearby.

Some time later, Scully, having completed her assigned portion of the terminals, began to head in the direction of the service desk, which they had designated as their meeting place. As she neared the desk, Scully saw Luke was already there. He was leaning against the wall, casually casting his eyes across his entire field of view. Passersby did not appear to take the slightest notice of him. But Scully could tell by the expression on his face that Luke was in a state of concentration, using those mysterious powers of his like some sort of human scanning machine. Luke's eyes fell on her as she approached, and he offered a smile. As Scully drew nearer, Luke clearly saw her disappointed expression and his smile faded.

"I take it you didn't have much luck," Luke surmised.

Scully shook her head in a negative response. "No one at any of the terminals I checked had seen anyone matching Soren's description."

"I'm afraid I haven't had any better success," Luke admitted.

"Well, maybe Mulder's had better luck."

Luke did not look too optimistic about that opinion, but he said nothing and returned to his casual survey of the surroundings. Scully watched the young Jedi as he fell into, what was for him, routine. No matter how often she thought about it, Scully still came to the same conclusion. This man was simply beyond her understanding. She had found Luke to be one of the kindest, most gentle people she had ever met. Scully knew from the stories he had shared with her that his life had been one of immense responsibility, and yet this man of such weighty accomplishment appeared so simple and unassuming; while at the same time Luke's very presence seemed to practically ooze confidence. Still, despite his unique dynamism, his intriguing character, he still seemed to be a simple man. Scully had noted that those crystal blue eyes, while they reflected the depth of his experiences, always seemed to contain a hint of his boyish charm. And although there was not anything remarkable about his appearance, she did have to admit that Luke had a rather pleasant smile. When she really thought about it, aside from the fact that Luke Skywalker was, in fact, an alien, he was very much the kind of man she probably would have wanted to introduce to her mother. Scully laughed to herself at the irony of it all.

"What's so funny?" Luke's voice cut into her reverie.

At first Scully was not certain what he was talking about. Then realizing the implication of Luke's question, she threw him one of her best irritated looks.

"I was not ‘reading your mind' again," Luke quickly replied. To cover his defense, he added, "it's just that the expression on your face clearly tells me something you're thinking about is very amusing."

Scully's aggravation withered under the sight of one of the very smiles she had just been considering. "It wasn't anything of significance," she replied. Scully then caught sight of something over Luke's shoulder. "Mulder's coming," she said.

Mulder's report proved he had faired no better than his companions. "I've spoken with security. They're going to make copies of Soren's picture and distribute it among the airport staff. At least they can be on the lookout for him now."

"Well, maybe we should check in with the others," Scully suggested.

"I'd like to make one last scan of the area," Luke said. Before he could begin, his comlink chirped. Luke answered the hail, and after a moment met the expectant gaze of the agents. "Mara and Ray have found a lead."

* * *

The report of a robbery at a local pawnshop had come in while Ray and Mara were at the police station. The initial description of the perpetrator was that of a man with dark hair, dressed in odd clothing -- dark gray and something like a uniform in appearance. Even as the pair headed for Ray's car, Mara was on her comlink, giving the news to their friends.

When Fraser learned that the location of the pawnshop was just several blocks from the Consulate, he had taken off at a dead run, calculating that he could arrive there sooner on foot than if Ray and Mara made a detour to pick him up. Diefenbaker followed his master's lead. That left little for Han and Leia to do but make hasty pursuit. Indeed, the group did arrive at Davison's Pawn and Loan a full minute before the familiar Buick pulled up.

Mara and Leia scanned the area with the Force while Ray, Fraser and Han took turns questioning the owner of the shop. From what they could piece together, it appeared as if Soren had arrived, and using the Force had coerced the owner into handing over one of the pistols from his display. Soren would have gotten away, with Mr. Davison being none the wiser, had it not been for a second customer who had entered the shop. This small distraction had been enough to surprise Soren. Concentration broken, Soren lost his Force control over Mr. Davison. When a struggle ensued, the other customer fled. In the end, Soren got away and Mr. Davison received a few minor injuries for his trouble.

After some time, Mara noticed that Luke, Scully, and Mulder had not yet arrived. She had given them the news about the robbery via comlink, and after Ray had provided directions to the location of Davison's pawnshop to Mulder, the FBI agent and his group reported to be on their way. With a growing sense of apprehension, Mara altered her scanning somewhat, searching for Luke's more familiar presence. She located him, and soon understood the reason for their delay. In route to the pawnshop, Luke had picked up on Soren's presence to the east of their position. Even as Mara began to realize that Luke and the agents were going after Soren now, Leia's comlink chirped, with Scully's voice informing them of the news. The group pilled into the Riv and headed east.

* * *

Luke held the lightsaber, thumb resting comfortably on the activation switch, and assessed the situation. Soren was not far ahead, and aware of his pursuers. He was also displaying a growing sense of alarm, moving about in unfamiliar territory and still a little ruffled from the encounter at the pawnshop. Luke spread his Force sense out and located the FBI agents as they moved around to his left. The others had just arrived, and he quickly sent a message regarding the status of their situation to Mara and Leia . Now Mara was heading towards his right, the others moving around to position themselves ahead of Soren in an effort to cut him off. Soon, they would have him.

The Jedi picked up on a shift in Soren's sense. He too was aware of the new arrivals. Luke made his decision then, running to close the distance between himself and Soren. He had to get there, to try and distract Soren long enough to allow the others to get into position. As he neared the edge of a nearby building, Luke could feel the man's presence just beyond. Rounding the corner, Luke sensed Soren's intentions even before his eyes saw the blaster come up. Reflexively Luke ignighted and swung his lightsaber upward, preparing to block the laser bolt--

That never came.

The sound from Soren's weapon was unlike any Luke had ever heard before. Vaguely he was aware that something was very wrong. It happened in only the briefest fraction of time, that split second which the subconscious requires for realization to occur. The unexpected lack of a laser bolt from Soren's weapon caused Luke to hesitate, almost imperceptibly. But it was enough.

Suddenly a searing pain ripped through Luke's chest. He could feel himself stumble backwards and tried to cry out, but his voice would not respond. Somewhere -- he was not sure where it had come from -- he thought he did hear a voice cry out. It sounded far away, and he could not make out what it had said, but it definitely carried all the pain and shock he felt. His vision blurred. Luke realized he was now on his back, but had no memory of having fallen. Hundreds of lights danced before his eyes as everything began to spin and fade. Warmth brushed across his forehead and for a moment Luke thought he saw something familiar and beautiful. Yet before he could decide what it had been, or if it had been real at all, consciousness slipped away.

* * *

Mara had eased her way to the edge of the building that kept her hidden from Soren's view. She waited, lightsaber at the ready. Either a cue from Luke or the slightest sense of danger and she would move into action. Her keen eyes followed every movement of the enemy. She felt Luke take a decisive action, and from her vantage point, Mara could see Soren pulling around the weapon he carried. Mara tensed, but relaxed just as quickly. She could feel Luke's calming sense in the Force. He too had deduced what Soren was planning, and the familiar green blade was already moving in an upswing.

The sound was terribly loud and Mara instantly knew something was wrong. Neglecting all plans to stay hidden, she rushed towards Soren, her lightsaber blade in a threateningly offensive position. She had scarcely taken two steps when it hit her.

Luke's pain tore through her as if it had been her own. Staggering to a stop, Mara turned to see Luke fall to the ground.

"Luke!" Mara's voice rang loudly, echoing the pain she felt. She crossed the distance at a dead run. When she reached him, Mara could feel his consciousness ebbing away. His eyes held an unfocused expression and his breathing was rasped, shallow. Blood was everywhere.

Mara ran her hand lovingly across Luke's forehead, brushing back his hair. "You're not going to leave me like this, Skywalker," she vowed, fighting back her fear and pain. "Do you hear me? You can't leave me like this."

Seemingly from out of nowhere, Scully was there, leaning over Luke. Mara clutched Luke's hand, somewhat dazed by the whole event, and watched as the FBI agent examined him.

"EMT is on the way," Mulder announced as he ran up, cell phone still in hand. "And Soren got away."

Scully nodded in reply. "I've got the bleeding under control, but they better hurry."

Mara flicked her gaze between the two, a blank expression on her face except for the obvious turmoil in her eyes. She swallowed hard and struggled to find her voice. "He will be alright?"

The pair of agents exchanged worried expressions, both hesitant to give any appraisal of the situation. Scully had already been able to discern that the bullet had passed through Luke's left lung. The amount of blood indicated it might have gotten a blood vessel of the heart as well. And while Mulder had no medical training, the look on his partner's face told him all he needed to know.

Sounds of blaring sirens halted all other thoughts as an ambulance flew around the corner and came to a screeching halt beside them. Mara knew they must be some sort of medical team, but her unfamiliarity with this galaxy and its medical facilities left her more than a little anxious. Scully was engaged in a quick but precise conversation with one of the medical team so Mara turned towards Mulder.

"What's going to happen?"

"They're taking him to the hospital," he replied. At Mara's troubled expression, he placed a supportive arm about her shoulders. "Don't worry, Mara. Scully's a medical doctor. She'll make certain he gets the best possible care. It'll be alright."

Mara only nodded as she watched them lift Luke's form, now on a medical stretcher, into the back of the vehicle. She had never felt so utterly helpless.

"You go with them," Mulder ordered. Without another word he moved towards the ambulance. Scully was already climbing inside and he offered his free hand to help her up. "Make room for one more," Mulder said as he then helped Mara. "I'll tell the others what happened and then follow along in the car," he added to Scully.

She did not respond, already busy with her patient. But Mulder knew she was in charge of the situation and no further comment was needed. He quickly stepped away as the ambulance sped off down the street.

* * *

Mara sat silently, faithfully holding Luke's hand, and watched as Scully worked. While Mara may have appeared quiet and calm on the outside, that was far from her true state. Through the Force, Mara was clinging to Luke's sense with everything she had. She could not tell for certain if it was making a difference or not. Nevertheless, she refused to let go.

<Keep fighting, Luke,> she pleaded again in his mind.

Scully paused from checking the medical instruments and shook her head. "He seems to have reached a level of stability, but I still don't like the vitals I'm getting. It's a little too unusual."

"He's entered a Jedi healing trance," Mara offered by way of explanation.

Scully seemed to consider this for a moment, then fixed a hard gaze on her companion. "Listen Mara, I want to be honest with you. Luke has been seriously injured. Under normal circumstances most people would have been dead by now." She cast another glance at the instrument readings. "I certainly don't claim to understand this Force sense Luke has, but it's obvious that he's doing something. Despite that, I want you to know it still does not look good at this point."

Scully placed a hand on Mara's arm, as if the touch might somehow communicate what her words could not. "If there is anything you can do for him, I think now would be a good time."

Mara understood fully what Scully was trying to tell her. She had been using her skills in the Force to help Luke, but she suspected he was getting weaker despite both their efforts. Yet Scully's words hinted at another, hidden implication. Luke needed something more than his own will to live. He needed something for which to live.

Mara took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Willing the Force to flow through her, as well as to guide her, she focused her concentration. Her connection to Luke's sense became stronger and she was certain she could feel him reach out to her in response. Initially, Mara's instinct was to pull away. The connection was too intense. But she dare not release her hold now.

<Luke, can you hear me?> she called to him, a bit hesitantly.

There was no response.

<Luke?> she called again, more assured now. Mara wanted to believe he could hear her, even if he could not respond.

<I'm here, Luke. And I'm not going to let you go.> Mara clung tighter to his sense, almost desperately, as her emotions began to pour out uncontrolled. The years of keeping it hidden away had taken a heavier toll than she wanted to admit. <Luke, you've got to fight, to stay alive. If you can't for yourself, then you have to for my sake. You're too important to me. I don't want to lose you, Luke. I-- I love you.>

Mara, with her outward senses, realized the ambulance had come to a stop. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The rear of the vehicle was suddenly a hub of activity as personnel began to appear from all sides. Scully was out and giving orders immediately. Mara reluctantly released Luke's hand as they pulled the stretcher out of the ambulance and rushed him away. But she maintained the firm grip with his sense through the Force, and followed the flow of people inside.

<I'm here, Luke> she reassured him once again. <I love you, and I'll stay here with you. Just keep fighting.>

* * *

5:46 a.m.

Mara woke with a start. It was terribly bright and there was a definite clinical smell in the air.

<Where in the stars am I?>

"It's okay. You're at the medical facility." Leia said, her petite form shifting slightly in the chair to Mara's left. "Do you remember what happened?"

Mara blinked a few times as images poured through her mind. The last thing she remembered was feeling a change in Luke's sense, shortly after they had taken him behind those large, white doors. He was slipping away from her, although she definitely still felt a solid connection between them. It was as if he were losing consciousness, only different. Then she had been overwhelmed by an unbearable desire to sleep. That had been -- when?

"How long have I been out?" Mara finally asked.

"A few hours," Leia answered. "From what I was able to piece together, based on what Dana told me about Earth surgery procedures, you must have been connected to Luke through the Force when they gave him the anesthesia. It's supposed to help the patient relax and enter a very deep sleep. So when Luke went under," Leia quoted the term she had heard Scully use, "so did you."

"Yeah, but not before giving a good fight," Han interrupted from where he sat at Mara's right. He was wearing the familiar lopsided grin.

Mara ran through her memories again. When she had felt Luke slip away, she had nearly panicked. "They wouldn't let me see Luke," she stated simply.

Han's grin widened. "And it took three rather large men to keep you from barging through the doors anyway, before you passed out from the anesthesia effects. That's about the time we arrived with Mulder and the others."

As if on cue, Fraser and Vecchio came through the entrance of the small room, a cup of some steaming liquid in each of their hands.

"Coffee's here," Ray announced. He saw Mara was now fully conscious again. "Hey, looks like Big Red decided to wake up."

Fraser handed one of the cups he had been carrying to Leia, the other to Han. "I hope you're feeling alright, Mara. Would you like a cup of coffee as well?"

"No thanks, Fraser. I'm fine," Mara replied. She had more immediate concerns on her mind. "Where is Luke and how is he?"

"He's in recovery still, but doing quite well." It was Scully who answered, having just walked through the entrance herself. "The doctor will let us know when he's awake, and when we should be able to see him. How are you feeling, Mara?"

"I said I'm fine." Mara's response bordered on annoyance. She just might slug the next unfortunate person to ask her that question.

"What about the other situation?" Leia asked.

"Other situation?" Mara questioned.

"A little policy and procedure technicality," Scully began. "Because Luke's condition was so critical, they rushed him into surgery and began the admission procedures some time afterwards."

"And that was a problem?" Mara did not understand.

"It is when, among other things, you don't have a social security number. As you can imagine, the fact that Luke is not from ‘around here' would not go over well with your typical hospital staff. But I think Mulder and I have been able to handle the situation, pull a few strings, and hopefully deter any unnecessary questioning. At least for now."

"Yeah, I guess being with the FBI does sometimes have its perks," Ray commented.

Scully smiled in spite of herself. She would hardly classify the Lone Gunmen as an FBI perk, but having them as friends had certainly pulled she and Mulder out of a few tight places. "Mulder's finishing up a phone call now. I don't think we'll have any more problems with this situation." Her smile faded. "However, I am worried about another potential problem."

"What's that?" Han asked.

"It's Luke's recovery."

"What do you mean? You just said Luke was doing well," Mara's concern was evident, even if she was attempting to play it down somewhat.

"That's the problem," Scully admitted. "He's actually doing too well. The doctor who performed the surgery informed me that Luke's body had already begun healing itself at a rate far superior to that of anyone he had ever seen before. The hole in his lungs had practically closed altogether."

"I'm sure it was simply due to his Jedi healing abilities," Leia offered. "Mara was helping as well. Luke's had to do this sort of thing before. It's not all that surprising."

"Not to you," Scully said. "But how do you think I'm going to explain Jedi healing techniques to the medical staff of this Chicago hospital?"

"I see," Leia replied truthfully. "I hadn't considered that."

"Well, then we'll just have to make the doctors forget what they think they saw," Mara interjected.

The Princess shot Mara a disapproving look, having fully realized the intentions behind her statement.

"I don't like it that way either," Mara quickly defended. "But if it becomes necessary, then we may have no other choice."

Leia gave a sigh of resignation. "Alright, but only as a last resort."

Scully watched the short discourse with mild confusion, and for a moment considered questioning the ladies about it.

"Forget it, Dana," Han said, noting the expression on her face. "This is just one of those Jedi things. Explaining it wouldn't help it to make any more sense."

Scully nodded. "Well, it may not come to that anyway. If we feign ignorance, they may just write it off as another one of those odd, miracle cases that happens from time to time. And if our source comes through for Mulder regarding the paperwork for Luke, then we should be able to get him out of here without drawing too much attention to ourselves."

"Did you just say our source, Scully?" Mulder's voice suddenly interrupted from the doorway. He wore a slightly mischievous grin. "Just wait until Frohicke hears about this."

Scully favored him with an irritated glance, but there was no seriousness behind it. "Well?" she asked.

"Taken care of," the agent replied with a slight nod. Mulder turned his attention towards the others, noticing for the first time that Mara was now awake.

"Hey Mara, how you fe--" the question was quickly cut off when he saw the expression forming on Mara's countenance. Suddenly realizing he was probably the third or fourth person to inquire about how she felt, Mulder abruptly altered his course. "I mean, are you feeling up to a visit with Luke?"

"What?" Leia perked up at Mara's side.

"The nurse just told me Luke's been moved from recovery and we can see him now," Mulder explained. "But only for a few minutes, and no more than four visitors at a time."

Leia certainly did not require any further prodding. She was immediately up and headed down the hallway. Han stood to follow, then paused as Mara hesitated, remaining in her seat.

"You coming?"

Mara returned his gaze, her face unreadable. "In a minute."

"Okay," Han replied. Then he leaned over Mara and whispered near her ear, "Don't wait too long. You know he'll ask for you."

For a brief moment, Mara's facade gave way to a weary expression. She met Han's eyes again, grateful for the understanding and support she found there. "Tell him I'll be along soon."

Han nodded, and turned towards the doorway. "Room for two more. Who's coming?" he called on his way out.

Scully gave Mulder's sleeve a slight tug. "Come on. Let's go stick our heads in for a minute and say hello."

* * *

"So, apart from the fact that Soren is still out there, everything is pretty much under control?" Luke summarized, after the small group had updated him about the situation.

Leia gave her brother's hand another squeeze. Luke still sounded so terribly weak to her. "Don't worry about Soren now. Just concentrate on getting better."

Luke opened his mouth, but the protest was cut off by a hacking cough.

"You'll probably have some congestion for a while," Scully said. "They can give you something if the cough gets too bad."

Luke managed a nod as the last of his coughing fit died away. "When can I get out of here?"

All eyes fell on Scully. "It will be up to the doctors' discretion, but considering how quickly you're recovery has been thus far, I don't see why you shouldn't be able to leave in three or four days."

"Not soon enough," Luke objected. "Not with Soren on the loose. All I need is a few more hours, and I'll be well enough to leave."

Scully responded with a skeptical look, but her short experience with these people told her she might as well acquiesce. "I'll speak with the doctors, see what I can do. But I'm not making any promises, okay?"

"Thanks, Dana. That's all I can ask."

Scully noticed the tiredness in Luke's voice, the fatigue in his eyes. How in the world he was going to be fit to leave the hospital in less than a day was beyond her. It was a miracle he was still alive at all. But, it was not the first time Luke had surprised her with his strange abilities. If he said he would be well enough by tonight, then he most likely would be.

Mulder's voice was then breaking into her thoughts. "Come on, Scully. Let's give the others a chance to come in."

"Thanks for the visit," Luke called as the pair exited.

"You want me to leave, so all three of the rest can come in?" Han asked after Mulder and Scully had left.

"Thanks Han, but not just yet." Luke smiled, then added for his brother-in-law's benefit. "Besides, I've no doubt Mara would rather wait until the last possible minute."

The door opened, as another pair of visitors entered.

"You look pretty terrific for a guy who just took a bullet in the chest," Ray marveled. "I thought Mounties were invincible, but I think you have ‘em beat. We should probably make you an honorary member of the RCMP after this."

Luke replied with a good-natured grin. "Thanks Ray, but I don't think that's necessary. Besides, Benton looks much better in the hat than I would."

"How are you feeling?" Fraser asked.

"Tired," Luke answered truthfully. "But I'll be okay."

Luke's company remained for a short time longer. When it appeared the Jedi could barely keep his eyes open, Ray and Benton bade their farewell.

"We better go too," Han said to his wife. "I'm sure Luke needs all the rest he can get."

"Alright," Leia agreed. She gave Luke's hand a final squeeze and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Keep getting better. I love you."

"Love you too, Leia." Just as she turned to go, Luke added softly, "Please tell Mara I'd like to see her."

Once the room was empty again, Luke closed his eyes and settled deeper into the pillows. He was exhausted, more so than he had been in a long time. This had been a close call -- closer than he wanted to think about. Luke was certain that if it had not been for Mara, for her added strength in the Force, he would not have made it through.

Luke recognized the sound of the door opening, but remained with his eyes closed. He could feel Mara's presence as she hesitantly entered. While all her mental and emotional barriers were not up, she was definitely holding back. When she continued to remain by the door, Luke finally decided to break the silence.

"It's okay. I'm not asleep," he said, slowly opening his eyes.

Mara crossed the room, stopping near the foot of Luke's bed. She glanced casually around the room, as if surveying for the most likely means of escape. Her stance indicated not only of one being out of place, but also of something like a caged animal waiting for the most opportune moment to make it's move. Mara nervously cleared her throat before finally resolving to settle her eyes in Luke's general direction. Somehow, though, she still managed to avoid his direct gaze.

"Glad you're okay," her voice fumbled the words.

"Thanks," Luke replied, hoping she would pick up on all the hidden meanings he so wanted to convey. Mara made no response, but continued in her wary stance. Luke gave a sigh, deciding to take a more direct approach to the situation. "I was beginning to think you were going to avoid coming in to see me."

Mara raised her face at that, and their eyes met as if with a physical impact. A torrent of emotions flashed across her face. There was a touch of defiance from the part of her that was hurt by his accusation. And a trace of guilt from the part of her that knew he was right. Just seeing him lying there was enough to threaten Mara's customary calm. She wanted to pull him close in a tight embrace. To stroke his hair, that simple act being an added assurance he was truly alive, and whisper all the things she had longed to tell him. And yet, she wanted to run and hide away forever. She wanted to laugh, to cry, to scream, and a thousand other things, all in the same instant. But she merely stood, remaining silent.

Luke slid over, repositioning slightly, and patted the space next to him. "There's room for you to sit down." He paused, waiting. "I promise I won't make you talk to me, I'd just like for you to sit beside me for a while."

As Mara continued her lack of response, Luke opted for a different route. He knew Mara was not the type of person to back down from a challenge. "Unless you're afraid?"

Mara's eyes narrowed at the obvious taunt. "I don't frighten that easily," she replied coolly. But as she moved to sit on the bed beside him, her eyes inadvertently fell to stare at the bandage on his chest and Mara finally lost the battle raging inside her.

"No, that's not true," she admitted softly. "The thought of almost losing you--" she broke off and looked away.

Luke took her hand in his own. "Mara, I won't leave you."

Mara jerked her head back and retorted, more harshly than she had intended, "But you can't promise me that."

Luke took a deep breath, stung by the truth he did not want to admit himself. When death finally came, there would be nothing either of them could do about it. "No, I can't. But I will promise you this. I will always fight, until my last bit of strength is gone, to stay with you. No matter what."

Mara forced herself to hold Luke's gaze, despite the fact she could feel the tears brimming in her own eyes. She managed a slight nod, not trusting her voice to respond. Memories of the recent events flooded her mind. All her words, spoken in the ambulance as she fought to hang on to Luke's sense in the Force, echoed with vivid clarity.

"Luke, I--" Mara broke off as suddenly as she had begun. How could she possibly put into words, even now, what her heart desired to declare?

Luke watched as the flurry of emotions played over Mara's features. "It's alright," he assured, pulling her hand to his lips for a tender kiss.

Mara smiled, grateful that Luke appeared to understand her reluctance to say anything more, and that he would not push her any further on the issue.

Their conversation apparently ended, Luke began to drift toward sleep once again. Quietly, Mara moved as if to leave.

"Stay with me?" Luke's tone was hushed but hopeful.

Mara settled on the bed beside him again. "I'm here, Luke. I'm right here."

She brushed the hair back from his forehead with a light touch as Luke closed his eyes a final time. There was a gentle squeeze from where Luke still held her hand and Mara responded by intertwining her fingers with his own. Smiling contentedly, Mara watched him as he slept.

* * *

Luke spent most of the day in and out of a Jedi healing trance. He was determined to be up and on his feet as soon as possible. For the most part, Scully managed to keep medical personnel out of the Jedi's room except when absolutely necessary. Naturally, the doctors were at a loss regarding the man's miraculous recovery, but this only served to heighten their curiosity about him. Fortunately, the FBI agents, with some assistance from their cohorts, The Lone Gunmen, were able to convince the hospital staff that Luke was in the custody of a special service of the federal witness protection program. And since he was involved in a very high profile, extremely top secret investigation, it was paramount that the doctors not interfere. Scully named herself as Luke's personal physician. With her medical credentials, and the agents' FBI position, the doctors finally acquiesced.

While Luke rested, the three ladies of the group took it upon themselves to attend to him. As family and friends, they watched over the young Jedi like protective angels. Mara in particular was determined not to leave his side. Scully would leave only to discuss something with Mulder, or when it became necessary to push her medical and federal weight around with the staff. Leia left only for a brief time when she accompanied Fraser to visit Inspector Thatcher, who had been taken to the same hospital the night before for her head injury. The Inspector was recovering well, and was released by late morning, much to Fraser's relief.

Meanwhile, the men did what they could in the continuing search for Soren. The entire Chicago police department was on the lookout for him. Mulder, using federal jurisdiction, was bringing in additional search power. Fraser informed his government to be on the lookout for Soren as well. Ray and Han took to driving the Chicago streets, searching the last area they'd seen Soren and playing their hunches for all it was worth. By the end of the day, they had little to show for their efforts. Soren was apparently laying low, playing it safe. But everyone knew it would only be a matter of time before the man made his next move.

By the time night fell, Luke was awake and anxious for news. Everyone filled him in on their progress, though there was little to tell. There was nothing more in the search for Soren that could be done that night, but the Jedi was still determined to leave the hospital. He argued that they could begin the search for Soren again, first thing in the morning, but if he had to wait until morning to be released, it would cost them time; time that would be to Soren's advantage. The man already had a day's head start on them. Even if he was still in Chicago, additional time would only play into his hands. Finally, under the primary condition that he be released into the care of one Dr. Dana Scully, Luke was allowed to leave the hospital. It was decided that rather than try to find additional hotel rooms at this late hour, as well as to avoid the fact that New Republic currency had no exchange equivalent in American currency, the group would simply make sleeping arrangements according to where spare beds were available. Both Mulder and Scully had an extra bed in each of their hotel rooms, so Luke and Mara would go with them. Ray offered the guest room at the Vecchio home for Han and Leia. With an agreement to meet back and the agents' hotel early in the morning, the group went their separate ways for the night.

* * *

Mulder glanced casually in the rear view mirror. The situation in the back seat was unchanged from the numerous times he had looked before. Mara was still staring pointedly at the back of his head, although it was obvious her thoughts were elsewhere, and Luke's eyes were fixed on her in a definite unblinking stare. Mulder sighed to himself. If something did not happen soon, he was going to go crazy. A cautious look from the corner of his eye told him Scully was gazing out the side window. If she was aware of the plight behind them, she gave no sign. Mulder fixed his eyes ahead once more. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of something which just might prove to be a workable plan.

"Hey, anyone feel like Chinese?"

"What?" Scully replied, her attention returning to inside the automobile.

"There's a Chinese place up ahead," Mulder commented. He noticed Scully's hesitant expression and gave her the slightest of nods, which he hoped only she noticed, towards their companions in the back. "I'm going to stop and get something."

"Oh," Scully said, picking up Mulder's cue. "Actually, I am a little hungry. I think I'll get something too."

"What's ‘Chinese'?" Mara leaned forward and suspiciously queried from behind them. She did not need any Force sensitivities to tell her these two were up to something. Mulder's eyes reflected to her in the mirror and she recognized the look all to well. She could almost imagine a familiar lopsided grin along with it.

"Trust me," Mulder assured her.

Mara flinched inwardly. Why did everyone keep telling her that?

The car pulled into the small parking lot and stopped in one of the more dimly lit spaces there.

"I better come in," Scully announced with unconvincing nonchalance. "You might need some help carrying everything to the car."

Mara grimaced slightly. These two could not have been more obvious about their intentions to leave she and Luke alone had they been wearing large, brightly lit and flashing signs which stated such. After the sound of two car doors shutting, the car was enveloped in silence.

The quiet was not uncomfortable, but Mara could not say the same for herself. Luke had been openly staring at her for several minutes now and it was beginning to unnerve her. "What is it?" she finally asked, turning to look at him. Luke crimsoned slightly as he broke into an incredibly sentimental grin, not unlike, Mara imagined, the naive farmboy he had once been. But the look in his eyes was lightyears away from that description.

"You're beautiful," he said simply.

Mara managed to mumble a ‘thank you' before turning her eyes towards the floor of the car, hoping that suddenly there might be something there to capture her interest. Her mind was reeling.

<What is in the blazing stars is wrong with me?!>

Mara had seen relationships with men, on many levels, throughout her past. But always she had managed to keep control. The fact that now her heart threatened to run a marathon cross-terrain race, simply over something Luke said, left her more than a little alarmed.

Luke took a deep breath, attempting to get a firm hold on his emotions. Mara's words, affirming her feelings, echoed in his mind still. Having heard them, vaguely, in the midst of a healing trance, Luke was certain he had imagined them. Although he hoped desperately that he had not.

Earlier, in the semi-privacy of the back seat of the rental car, while Mulder and Scully had been conversing, Luke had risked a stolen glance in Mara's direction. She was lovely. In a sense, almost breathtakingly beautiful. She had such grace and character. She was skillful and resourceful. She was loyal and trustworthy. She was funny and surprising. In a word, she was wonderful. Those moments, during the mad rush to the hospital when Mara had connected to him in the Force, were all he had needed. Not only did her added strength in the Force help him fight for his life, but it also gave him a glimpse of just how much he needed her, how much he wanted her to be a part of him. The memory of her presence, so tightly bound to his own, drifted through his mind once more. It felt so natural, so complete. And Luke realized that at this moment he wanted nothing more in his entire existence than to feel that bond again. If this was true passion, then Jedi or no, he would risk it all.

Luke was suddenly aware that the car was no longer moving, they were alone, and his stolen glance had grown into a lengthy stare. Mara had asked him something, and without hesitation Luke had said what had been running through his mind that precise moment -- she was beautiful. After a mumbled reply, Mara had looked away. But Luke was determined to finish what he had begun. Reaching out, with a gentle tug, he pulled her face back toward him. He noticed that she trembled slightly at the action, and was both surprised and thrilled that his mere touch could win such a response from the ever-steady Jade.

"But there's so much more to you than physical beauty, Mara. In many ways, you're the most remarkable woman I've ever known."

Luke could feel a surge of emotions, most notably something akin to fear, and then the unmistakable sensation of Mara's inner struggle for control. He locked his eyes with her own, hoping to express some sense of assurance or trust with nothing more than a simple look. He longed to finally settle this issue between them, to do whatever it took to reach a resolution. Tentatively, he sent a Force probe, trying to get a sense of her feelings. As always, the barriers flew up. Yet he could not help but think that it was mostly instinctive now, not wholly intentional. Firm in his determination, Luke did not pull away in the face of the familiar block. If he had to plea, then so be it. He simply could not deny his feelings any longer.

"Mara, please, don't fight me."

Luke closed his eyes, and resolving to keep nothing hidden any longer, he opened himself fully to the Force. When he opened his eyes again, Luke knew the sense of hopelessness he was beginning to feel was clearly visible. In a barely audible whisper, he admitted. "I don't want to be alone any more. And if you don't save me from this, then I truly believe I'll go mad."

Luke paused, hoping his next words would spark Mara to confess again -- to say what he so longed to hear, not only in his mind, but straight from her own mouth, with the feeling visible in her eyes. "I love you, Mara. Don't shut me out any longer -- please."

Now Luke could only wait, wondering if Mara would continue in the fight of her denial, hoping desperately that in the face of his honest admission she would not.

Mara's expression was staid for a moment. Then, a warm, genuine smile began to spread itself across her face. "And I love you, Luke. Stars only know how or why, but I do."

Joy flooded him in an overwhelming wave. For an instant, Luke almost dared not breathe for fear the moment would prove only an illusion. But as he continued staring into the face he so adored, Luke knew it was real. Mara's eyes spoke a wealth of love, tenderness, and, Luke now noted, a definite expression of expectation. Even as Luke began to relish the anticipation of meeting her lips, Mara leaned into him, her hands coming up to circle his neck. Luke willingly brought his own arms around her, welcoming the feeling of Mara melting into his embrace. At the same instant, Luke became aware of Mara's firmly pushing down all the barriers between them. With the full scope of all her love, she engulfed him with her presence in the Force, washing over him, driving back all the despair and pain she found there. Immediately Luke gave his response, illuminating the true extent of his love and passion for her.

There was no sense of time in that moment, but somehow they both picked up on the vague sensation that their companions were soon returning. Luke's first comment was a definite <so what?>, to which he heard Mara's mischievous laughter echo in his mind. But both knew that neither of them wanted what they had just shared to be interrupted awkwardly. More than a little reluctantly, Luke pulled away. He slowly opened his eyes to find Mara staring up at him, her face still close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his mouth.

"Wow," Luke finally managed to say, his voice a husky and breathless whisper.

Mara let a smile escape. "Not very profound," she said, a playful sense dancing in her eyes, "but an apt description nonetheless." She raised a finger and lightly traced the curve of his lips, as if somehow etching the memory of their kiss firmly in her mind.

Slowly she moved away, but rather than return to the far side of the seat, Mara settled in beside him. Luke found a reassuring comfort in the warmth of her, solid and secure beside him, his arm resting about her shoulders. From his view out the front window, Luke could see Mulder and Scully walking towards the car.

"Tell me, just once more."

Mara's whisper was so close Luke could feel her lips brush against his skin. He found her voice an intoxicant in and of itself, and fought the shiver crawling up the back of his neck. Luke answered both verbally and through the Force into Mara's mind.

"I love you."

He was rewarded as she nestled her head into the nook between his neck and shoulder.

The driver's door opened and Mulder's voice proceeded him into the car. "Chinese for everyone. Hope you guys like sweet and sour."

"I'm sure we will," Luke commented. At this point it did not matter what concoction Mulder provided for them to eat.

Mulder and Scully settled the bags of carry out food in the front seat between them. Neither said a word about the obvious change of seating arrangement in the back, but they did manage to exchange a victorious glance while strapping their seatbelts. Soon, the rental car was again in route to the hotel.

* * *

Chicago Marriott
Suite 1013

"I'm going to wash my face and change," Scully commented, pulling a nightgown from a nearby drawer. She waved a hand in the general direction of the room's two beds. "I don't have a preference, so pick one and make yourself comfortable."

Mara merely nodded as the other redhead turned towards the bathroom. Mara noticed, perhaps for the first time, that she was feeling just a little awkward. She had never had a close female friend before. She and Leia got along well enough, and Mara knew that over the years even a sense of mutual affection had grown between the two. But they had never truly been close and Mara was curious to find herself now wondering why. It was not so much that Mara did not think Leia could have been that kind of a friend to her, but perhaps more because neither of them had a need to seek such a relationship. Certainly Leia shared a treasured friendship with Han. In him she found a confidante like no other. When Mara considered her own small circle of most trusted friends she was not too surprised to find that Luke was probably the one she always confided in most. In many ways, he had become her dearest friend, and had remained so even over the past several years when they often went for months without ever seeing one another. Now all that was changing. Or was it? Han and Leia's friendship, while definitely altering as their relationship had developed from being friends to lovers, had remained intact. If anything, it had gotten stronger. There was no reason she and Luke could not do the same. However, this was not the true cause of the feeling Mara could not quite name, or shake off. In the short time she had known this Dana Scully, Mara had found a rather unique connection. Perhaps there was something special that could only be shared between women friends after all.

Mara allowed these thoughts to ramble around inside her head as she changed her clothes and pulled back the blankets on one of the beds. She was just beginning to settle herself, and her blaster, in for the night when Scully exited the bathroom.

"You know, I don't think I've shared my room with anyone like this since before Missy died," Scully said suddenly.

Mara waited, watching and sensing the turmoil of emotions which poured themselves out all in an instant.

Scully pulled herself from the momentary reverie and managed a small smile. "Melissa, my sister, died not too long ago."

"I'm sorry," Mara said sincerely.

"We sometimes had slumber parties together, when we were younger."

"Slumber parties?"

Scully pulled back her own sheets, sat on the edge of her bed and took a few moments to provide a description of the event common to all adolescent girls. "It always involved the sharing of very personal secrets." A smile tugged at her lips as some of those secrets flitted through her mind. "And lots of giggling."

"Why do I get the sudden feeling that these slumber parties are not always restricted to the activity of young girls?"

Scully's smile broadened. "Well, there were a few times, when I was in college. But that sort of thing was usually spontaneous. When you're that age, the best way to have a slumber party is not to plan one, but for it just to happen."

A brief silence was held between them before Mara spoke again. "Dana, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Mara propped herself up on one elbow, pointing a finger toward the agent seated across from her. "Do you really sleep in that?"

Scully instantly guessed what Mara was getting at. The blue silk gown, which was sleeveless and ended barely halfway along her thigh, was certainly not the most conservative piece of sleepwear she owned. "Admittedly, it's not my usual attire," Scully replied. "When I go on a case, I normally only bring two piece pajama sets to sleep in. But I bought this one the day before we left DC. I know this sounds silly, but I saw it on the mannequin at this little shop I happened to pass while I was out getting lunch that day, and simply fell in love with it. I couldn't wait to wear it. So I brought it along with my other pajamas." She noticed Mara's continued, scrutinizing look. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," Mara admitted. "It's just that--" Mara paused, considering her own attire. The oversized, unflattering nightshirt was long since faded and beginning to get a little threadbare. But it was comfortable and was the only thing she had ever cared to wear while sleeping, when she bothered to wear anything at all.

"What, don't they have this sort of thing in your galaxy?" Scully asked. Her tone carried a slight jest.

"Sure. I've even traded in such materials before." Mara remembered one particular customer, a rather extravagant and beautiful young lady who had purchased nearly three dozen such garments. The woman had even given Mara a better than average price, saying something about the effect they would have on her husband being well worth the money. At the time Mara had thought the entire thing foolish. Why would any woman want to bother with such nonsense game playing, especially once she was already married. Now Mara found herself thinking maybe the woman had not been so foolish after all. "I just never considered wearing anything like that myself," Mara acknowledged finally.

"Well, maybe you should sometime. You know, it is quite a nice way to pamper yourself. And I bet you'd look great in something like this. A dark green, or a cream color maybe." Scully paused in thought, her eyes suddenly taking on a mischievous gleam. "Say, I wonder what Luke's favorite color is?"

Mara felt her cheeks suddenly grow warm and turned away, just as she heard Scully's muffled laughter. Mara's embarrassment would not have been half so bad had she not been thinking the same exact question herself.

"I'm really happy you two seem to be working things out," Scully said, more serious now.

"Thanks, Dana." They were silent again and Mara wondered if perhaps her friend could hear the pounding of her heart. Her cheeks still felt warm, and a thought, which had been all too familiar lately, crossed her mind. "I just wish--"

"What?"

"I'm not sure how to explain it. But sometimes I find myself wondering -- wishing I knew--."

Scully's eyebrows puckered in puzzlement. "Hasn't Luke told you how he feels about you?"

"Oh, no, it's not that at all. He has told me, and I've no doubt of his sincerity."

"Then what is it?" Scully prodded.

Mara gave an exasperated sigh and fell back on her pillow. "I don't know," she lied. Mara picked nervously at the edge of the bedspread a few silent seconds before finally conceding, "It's really rather silly."

"I'm sure I won't think that at all," Scully assured. When Mara still seemed reluctant to confess, the agent spoke again. "Mara, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. But if you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

Mara rolled to her side, meeting Scully's gaze. "Dana, he scares me."

At first, Scully thought she might be joking. She may have only known this woman a short time, but the idea that something, that anything, could frighten Mara Jade was almost laughable. But the look in those eyes gazing back at her held only truth. "In what way?"

Mara took a deep breath. "At first, I thought it was just the realization that he truly did love me. I mean, I've never felt this strongly about anyone or anything in my life. Not even my desire to kill him, before when I was under the Emperor's influence, was this strong. And when I think that he feels anywhere near the same -- well, it is a little frightening sometimes, but nothing I can't handle."

Scully gave an understanding nod. "So there's something else about the relationship that makes you apprehensive?"

"That's it exactly." Mara hesitated slightly. Could she really admit to this? Well, maybe this strong-willed, sturdy spitfire of a woman sitting on the bed across from her would understand after all. "Dana, I think Luke has a power over me that he doesn't even begin to realize. He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes."

"Well, there's nothing abnormal about people having a few quarrels during a relationship. I think it's probably to be expected."

"No, I don't mean like that," Mara corrected. Seeing Scully's puzzled expression, she went on. "I mean that sometimes he drives me crazy with nothing more than the sound of his voice, or an unintentional touch in passing. There are times when all he has to do is enter the room and I think I'm going to just lose it. And don't even get me started thinking about what it does when he smiles and settles those blue eyes on me!"

Scully could not fight the grin that was spreading across her features. It was all beginning to make sense now.

"Dana, what am I going to do?" Mara asked, feeling an unexpectant desire to bare her thoughts now. "I've never been like this before and it's beginning to scare the Sith out of me!"

Scully pulled her knees up to her chest, mulling the matter over in her mind. "Well, have you tried to tell Luke about this?"

"Are you crazy?" Mara's voice rose in volume. Scully waved her hands quickly in a definite ‘be quite' gesture and pointed towards the door which connected their room to Mulder's on the other side. Mara nodded in understanding and continued, much quieter now, "I only just recently was able to tell him I love him. I can't possibly tell him about this."

"What exactly are you afraid of?" Scully challenged. "You know you can trust Luke never to take advantage of your feelings."

"Of course I know that. That's not what I'm worried about. I just don't like being so out of control," Mara admitted. "It's not supposed to be this way."

"What if you're wrong about that?"

Mara opened her mouth as if to voice a retort, then thought better of it as she actually considered what Scully had said.

"Come on, Mara. You're in love. Sure, love is not always going to be lightening and goose-pimples, but sometimes it is. I don't think you need to allow yourself to get so unnerved by your reaction either. Don't be afraid of losing control, but rather enjoy the fact that he makes you feel this way. For goodness sake, he's supposed to make you feel special."

Mara could not deny Scully's advice. Despite the fact that this was driving her mad, it also thrilled her to no end.

"And besides, have you considered that he might feel the same in regards to you?"

"Actually, I hadn't thought of that," Mara replied truthfully. She mulled over the idea for a moment. "Do you think it's possible?"

Scully tilted her head in a somewhat neutral response and shrugged. Her face wore an expression of calm, matter-of-factness, but playfulness danced in her eyes. "Luke may be a Jedi, but he's still a man."

Mara stared at the ceiling for a moment, absently twirling a strand of hair around her forefinger. "I know Luke has always been passionate where his principles are concerned. It might prove interesting to see that kind of passion focused in another direction."

Scully leaned forward conspiratorially. "You do realize that every man has a PIH factor?"

Mara frowned. "PIH factor? What's that?"

"Oh, just a little theory I have," Scully replied, unsuccessfully fighting a grin. "I call it the ‘putty in your hand' factor."

Mara wore a grin of her own now. "I think you're making this up," she teased.

"I wouldn't dare," Scully declared in mock seriousness.

Mara decided to take the bait and play along. "Okay, go on. Tell me about it."

"Well, it's completely different for each individual, you understand. Maybe it's a particular look or a touch, perhaps even a certain sound or smell. There's even a possibility it could be a combination of several things. But every man has that one thing which, no matter how big and strong he may be, pushes him right over the edge, immediately transforming him into a mass of putty in your hands."

Mara could not help but laugh a little. "That's ridiculous. Now I know you're making this up."

"No, no. I'm quite serious," Scully managed to get out. The laughter was becoming contagious. "And I'm quite sure that Luke is susceptible to this, although no doubt he would adamantly deny any such thing."

"Oh, I can imagine," Mara began, failing in her attempt to stifle another chuckle. "Luke Skywalker, famous war hero and Jedi Master, finally conquered by nothing more than the dreaded PIH factor."

The struggle to contain their laughter finally became too much.

* * *

"Sounds like a slumber party over there," Mulder commented in the dark room.

"Slumber party?" Luke asked.

Mulder started to reply when another volley of laughter was heard from the room next door. He wondered what could be the topic that would cause such a reaction from the two normally reserved redheads. Probably, he noted with a slight chuckle of his own, the unassuming fellow occupying this room's other bed. "Trust me, Luke. You do not want to know."

"I see," Luke replied.

Somehow Mulder got the feeling he was telling the truth. "But I can tell you one thing. Those two will be sharing half-spoken inside jokes for the next couple of days. So be prepared."

The two men lay quiet as the noise from their adjoining room finally died down. After another moment or two of silence, Luke spoke.

"Mulder, I want to thank you."

"For what?"

"That little trick you pulled with the Chinese food."

"Oh, that." Mulder's voice was the sound of perfect innocence.

"Things between Mara and I have been rather tense lately. We really needed a couple of minutes alone, to get some things out in the open between us. I just wanted you to know I appreciate it."

"I'm just glad it was a successful gamble," Mulder replied. "You two obviously have something special going on. I'd hate to see a petty thing like stubbornness come between you."

This time it was Luke who laughed. "We are probably the two most hard-headed individuals in the entire galaxy."

"Well, just put all that determination into working together instead of against each other, and I think you'll be okay."

There the conversation ended, and soon both men had drifted into a restful sleep.

* * *

Vecchio home
6:23 a.m.

"Ma, how many more times do I have to say it? I have to pick up Fraser at his apartment and then meet the FBI agents at their hotel. We do not have time for breakfast."

Mother Vecchio fixed her son with a stern look, pointing a wooden spoon in his direction as if it were a dangerous weapon. "What is the meaning of this? First you bring your new friends home in the middle of the night. You know I don't mind this. This is your home, your friends are all welcome here. But it was so late I could not even offer them dinner. And now you would hurry them away before I can offer breakfast as well? Raymundo, what kind of hostess is it who does not even offer her guests a decent meal?"

"Oh, Ma, trust me, they won't mind. I'm sure they'd love to stay and visit, but we just don't have time." Ray was growing more anxious. He had not counted on a confrontation with his mother over something as trivial as food. But, she was Italian. He should have known better. "Listen, why don't you just fix us up something quick to go? We'll take it with us. You can even make extra for Fraser. You know he never stops raving about your cooking." Ray topped the obvious compliment with one of his dazzling ‘and I'm your favorite son' smiles.

The wooden spoon she had been aiming lowered as her hands settled defiantly on plump hips. But a grin was already beginning to work its way on Mother Vecchio's features. "Fine, fine. But if you're friends are still in town tonight you will bring them home for a decent, Italian meal, you hear me Raymundo?"

"Sure, Ma, anything you say." He rewarded her with a big kiss on the cheek.

"Now out of my kitchen, I have work to do."

Ray hurried out, down the hall, and was just about to head up the stairs when he saw Han coming down.

"We about ready?" the Corellian asked.

"Nearly. Ma refuses to let us get away without at least a breakfast-to-go."

Han nodded, with a grin of understanding. "Leia'll be down in a minute."

"Going to introduce me to your new friend," a distinctive female voice suddenly chimed in. It was practically dripping with affected charm.

Ray turned, effectively blocking Francesca from the path of the stairs where Han stood near the bottom. "Forget it Frannie, he's married." She raised an eyebrow, a challenging gesture he recognized well. "And trust me, his wife could take you out in less than a minute flat."

Frannie fixed her brother with a look of defiance before finally admitting defeat. She cast a sweet smile and not completely unsuggestive glance over Ray's shoulder.

"Nice not meeting you," she purred.

When the hallway was once again cleared, Ray turned to Han, whose expression clearly indicated he had not missed the significance of what had just transpired.

"Thanks, buddy," Han said, a hint of relief evident in his voice.

"For what?" Leia's voice asked from the top of the stairs.

"Oh nothing," Ray replied. "Just a close call with Frannie the man-stalker."

Leia cast a curious, yet playful eye on her husband. "Oh really?" Her voice was heavy with amusement.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart," Han assured. "I have it on the best authority that you could have taken her out in less than a minute flat."

The response of light laughter was interrupted when a pleasantly plump woman suddenly thrust four, brown paper bags into Ray's hands.

"Breakfast," she explained simply. "I apologize I can offer you nothing better, but my Raymundo tells me you have urgent business to attend to."

Leia favored the woman with a gracious smile, her regal bearing exuding naturally. "Mrs. Vecchio, you have been most generous. Thank you for allowing us to stay in your home."

The woman gave a response which, Ray thought to himself, was almost a curtsey, and then glided back into her kitchen, beaming all the way.

"Thanks," Ray said to Leia. "I think Ma needed that."

"Well, if it's one thing I understand, it's the importance of being a good hostess."

Ray simply nodded and Han smiled in spite of himself. He wondered if Ray realized that Leia's responsibility of hostess was often to the leaders of entire planets. But all he said was, "come on, let's get going."

* * *

Chicago Marriott
Suite 1013

Mulder, sitting at the table, glanced up as the duo entered the room. "You ladies sleep well?"

"Yeah," Scully replied, making her way to the hotel's complementary mini coffee pot.

Mulder returned his gaze to the local newspaper he had been reading. "Hey Scully, isn't that a new suit?"

Scully took a cautious sip from her mug, testing the brew's temperature. As usual, she never knew what to expect from Mulder's routine of morning small-talk. "Actually it is. You like it?"

Mulder glanced up again and shrugged casually. "Yeah. Looks good on you." He then sported a playfully flirtatious expression. "And you know blue is my favorite color."

"I'm sure," Scully replied with an impish smile. After another sip, she offered a playful jab of her own. "Mulder, all woman know that blue is every man's favorite color."

Mulder feigned a wounded expression, clutching at his heart in a histrionic fashion. "Oh Scully, how can you jest at my sincerity? That stereotypical judgment is simply not true. I bet Luke's favorite color is something other than blue."

Luke, who had been quietly observing the little game from where he sat on the small sofa, was not entirely certain if he should offer Mulder his support or not. "To be honest, I've never thought about it before." He shrugged. "But if I had to make a decision, I think I actually prefer green."

The two females risked a glance between themselves. The result was a veritable eruption of laughter.

Luke gave Mulder a questioning look. "What did I say?"

Mulder shook his head and returned his attention to the paper, muttering something about slumber parties under his breath. The comment did not go wholly unnoticed by the guilty parties and the laughter actually increased.

"Don't worry, Luke," Scully managed, getting her laughter under control. "Just a little private joke between us girls."

That did nothing to calm Luke's trepidation. He looked in Mara's direction, but she was pointedly avoiding his gaze. "I see," he replied, not at all certain that he did.

Further discussion of the topic was interrupted by a knock at the door. Scully walked over and looked out the small peep-hole. "Good morning," she said, opening the door.

"Morning," Ray replied, being the first inside. "Anyone hungry? As usual Ma fixed enough for an army." He began emptying the contents of the paper bags on the table.

The others made their way into the room and morning greetings were exchanged. Mara, all cool control again, strode over to where Luke sat. "Want something to eat?"

"Sure," he replied casually. As Mara turned, he grabbed her hand. "You going to tell me what that was all about?"

Mara's near scowl clearly indicated that she would sooner undergo intense torture than give him even the slightest clue. But then she gave his hand a brief squeeze, mischievousness flashing in her eyes. "Not any time soon," Mara said cryptically, brushing his lips with a light kiss. She then moved to the table to retrieve something for breakfast.

<You two must have had opportunity to talk last night,> Leia's voice sounded inquisitively in Luke's mind.

Luke turned his gaze to where his sister sat at the table, quietly munching on her morning meal. <Yes.> He paused. <Is it that obvious?> Luke watched as Han leaned over, whispered something in Leia's ear; then the distinct sound of Leia's light laughter in his mind. <What?>

<According to Han, that goofy grin on your face is more than obvious enough.>

Mara had returned. Handing Luke his breakfast, she sat beside him, taking in the entire scene in one instant. <Oh, blazing stars! Alright, so Luke and I are getting along better now. Let's not make a case out of it.>

Leia gave the slightest of nods, unsuccessfully hiding her own grin, and returned to her breakfast. Han, although not able to actually hear the Force conversation, was observant enough to pick up on Mara's intent.

Suddenly, a muffled ringing sounded. Mulder began to fish through the pocket of his jacket, which hung on the back of his chair.

"Mulder," he spoke into the cell phone receiver. There was an expectant pause. "Alright. Hold him. We're on our way." Mulder was already up and pulling on his coat before he had hung up the phone. To the rest he said, "that was airport security. They've got Soren."

* * *

O'Hare Airport

The entourage moved with purposeful determination into O'Hare Airport. They arrived at the security office and made a most interesting discovery.

"You did what?" Mulder was incredulous.

"We released the gentlemen just about fifteen minutes ago, sir." The security officer's demeanor was one of total competence and assurity. "I'm afraid I don't see what the problem is."

Mulder fought the urge to punch the man in the face. "The problem," he said with a cold evenness, "is that you released him."

"Oh, but there was no reason to detain him," the officer responded brightly.

"I don't believe this," Mulder declared, his voice rising in obvious anger. "Did I not tell you on the phone to hold him? Did I not tell you we were on our way?"

"Oh, yes sir. I recall that conversation perfectly," the man replied. Tense silence held for a couple of heartbeats. Then, the man's expression clouded. "Oh my. I see."

Mulder threw up his hands in exasperation. Scully, not putting it past her partner to consider throttling the man, edged her way between them.

"Of course," Luke's voice interrupted. Everyone turned to look at him. The Jedi wore a totally disgusted expression. "I should have known. I can't believe I was so stupidly careless. Soren used the Force to manipulate the guard's mind."

No one required further explanation, except perhaps the confused security officer. But he was left alone as eight bodies and a wolf fled from the small office in one, mad rush.

"Check the flight rosters," Mulder instructed as they ran. "Look for flights to DC."

There were two, on two different carriers, which were, typically, scheduled at gates on opposite ends of the airport. With the precise efficiency born of experience, they automatically broke into groups and headed toward the necessary terminals, maintaining communication via their comlinks. Scully and Ray opted to hold back, making their way to the main check-in counters for the two flights. Scully would use her federal authority to have the flights grounded, and Ray reasoned that flashing a local badge as well could not hurt matters any.

Fraser, Han, and Leia were running down corridors, trying to find the less restrictive path through the meandering crowds of people. It was all Leia could do to keep up with the much longer strides of her two companions. As they rounded the corner into the area where Fraser had indicated the DC flight would be scheduled for departure, Leia stretched out her perception.

"Wait," Leia called out suddenly. The two men halted and turned, their eyes questioning. "I can't feel Soren's presence. He must be on the other plane."

As if to confirm Leia's statement, Mara's voice suddenly came across on Han's comlink. "Luke and I have sensed Soren. He's on the flight at gate A23."

Without further words, the trio headed back the direction they had just come.

* * *

Luke and Mara raced past the desk marked A23, ignoring the loud protests of the uniformed female stationed there. Mulder came quickly after, pausing only long enough to flash his FBI identification. As he rounded the corner of the entrance tunnel, Mulder could see Luke and a rather irritated Mara stopped at the entrance of the airplane. Apparently the stewardess had been more successful at halting them than the check-in attendant had been. Mulder stepped between them, again showing his badge. The woman's eyes grew wide, and she hastily stepped aside. Unfortunately, Soren had already been alerted to his danger. As they entered the plane, Luke spotted him just as he jumped from the rear emergency exit. Without hesitation, Luke followed. Mara was right on his heels. Mulder moved to follow, but caught himself on the edge of the exitway, realizing almost too late just where he was. Only the Force would prevent someone from jumping that distance without breaking both legs upon landing. Stifling a curse he hurried back to the main entrance of the plane.

* * *

Fraser, Han, and Leia stopped at the large, glass window, taking stock of the situation. They could just make out the form of Soren running full tilt, Luke and Mara hot in pursuit. After a couple of seconds Mulder came barreling out of the tunnel at their left. He stopped to join them.

"Can you see where's he headed?" Mulder asked, a little breathless.

"There," Fraser replied. They all followed the direction of his pointing finger. In the distance a gathering of trucks could be seen. They were all colored in an unmistakable camouflage of greens. "Those vehicles are a part of the National Guard's Chicago base," Fraser went on. "I believe they are here waiting to be transported. Which means a plane is very likely on the way. Those trucks will probably already have a key in the ignition, and those runways will be closed to all other commercial traffic."

"I'm going to find a way to get communication to those Guard troops," Mulder said. "Inform them of what's going on."

"Tell them to be careful," Leia added. "Soren is surely armed. And he's not powerful in the Force, but he won't hesitate to use it against them in an effort to escape."

Mulder moved off and the rest remained standing there, silently watching the scenario, when Fraser suddenly asked, "Han, do you know how to ride a horse?"

"I don't even know what a horse is," Han replied, a bit uncertain what this had to do with anything. Then he noted Fraser's gaze. Off to their right, but not far away, on a runway out of the way of the main traffic, a truckload of some four-legged animals had just been pulled up to a waiting cargo plane.

Fraser head for the nearest exit, not lingering to explain his plan, much less get acceptance of it. Han turned to look at his wife.

She shrugged. "Can't be much worse than a tauntaun. Go on. I have a feeling Luke and Mara are going to need help."

* * *

Mulder was successful in getting word to the National Guard troops. But as Leia had feared, Soren still managed to escape, hijacking one of the trucks. As Luke and Mara arrived on the scene, Mulder then had to quickly communicate to the Guards to let them pass. But as Leia watched, riveted near the window, Mara had suddenly pulled away and was running toward another truck. Before anyone could do anything, she was in and had it moving, pausing only long enough for Luke to quickly jump in from the other side.

* * *

"Mara, if you had waited half a second more, I'm sure those men would have let us go," Luke protested. "The one in command was talking over their comlink with Mulder."

"We did not have time to wait," Mara shot back. "Soren was getting away."

"Yes, but if we had waited then we would have had their cooperation, and one of their own men would be operating this vehicle now."

"There's not any vehicle I can't fly," Mara retorted assuredly. In direct disagreement, another loud groaning noise emanated from the bowels of the machine, and they lurched forward, nearly stalling. Mara cursed. She had watched with careful observation the procedure of both Mulder and Ray as they had operated their modes of transportation, but this machine was definitely different. However she was not going to give up. Working the mechanisms again, half by sheer determination, half by instinct, they moved forward again. Within a few seconds, they were making visible progress.

"You're doing great, Mara," Luke encouraged. "We're gaining."

"Have you thought about what we're going to do when we catch up with him?" Mara asked matter of fact.

Luke had to admit that he had not.

"If this bucket of junk is equipped with any kind of firepower, I've not been able to find it," Mara said.

"We'll deal with that moment when it comes," was all Luke said.

Silence held, broken only by the defiant objecting of the engine as Mara pushed it closer and closer to its limits. "What's he doing?" she asked all of a sudden.

Ahead of them Soren had just turned his vehicle sharply to the left and was now traveling across a small stretch of ground, before turning again to travel down a runway parallel to them. Luke leaned forward, craning his neck a bit to try and see where Soren was headed. His eyes scanned ahead, following the direction Soren was traveling, and came to rest on a small plane which appeared to be maneuvering onto one of the runways. Luke almost groaned as the realization dawned.

"He's going to try and get on that plane."

Mara pulled the vehicle in a sharp turn, nearly overturning them, plowing the truck over a low embankment and onto the runway Soren now traveled.. The move cut the distance between them and Soren somewhat. Mara stared ahead at the plane in the distance and did a quick estimation. It was going to be close.

* * *

By this time Ray and Scully had met up with the others at the observation window in the area of gate A23. Although perhaps less than fifteen minutes had passed, the commotion was quickly growing. And not surprisingly, the activities had garnered something of an audience. Mulder was still communicating with airport security, and already various security vehicles were making their way to intercept Soren in his speeding truck. No doubt Chicago police would be arriving on the scene very soon to add their assistance. And Mara and Luke were still maintaining close pursuit in their own truck. But as everyone watched there was no denying the same, dismal conclusion. Soren was going to reach the small plane before anyone could intercept him. While airport personnel had already informed the plane's pilot of his danger, once Soren got on that plane he would simply kill the pilot and take off himself. Their best chance was that the pilot could get his little plane in the air before Soren was able to intercept it. At this point, it was too close a call to make.

"Hey, where's Han and Fraser?" Ray asked quietly at Leia's shoulder.

The Princess gave a half shrug and shook her head absently. "Something about horses," she mumbled in reply.

Horses? Ray's mind was racing. He had learned by now that it was never impossible to expect the utterly outrageous where his Mountie friend was concerned. Pulling his attention from the main action, Ray began to scan the sundry runways and taxi lanes. At first he could see no sign of them. Then his eyes found the ludicrous sight that, somehow, he had known he would see.

"That crazy idiot!" Ray exclaimed, smacking a hand against his forehead.

He was not the only one who had noticed. All along the observation window, sundry gasps and exclamations were heard as faces turned in the direction of two figures who were racing across airport grounds on horseback.

"Is that who I think it is?" Mulder asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Ray groaned. At least of Fraser this sort of thing might be expected. But what in the name of all the saints had that crazy Canadian done to get Han out there with him? The two men on horseback were in an obvious intercept course for Soren's truck and the plane, but coming in from the side instead of behind. Ray exclaimed aloud, "Who do they think they are, Dudley Do-Right and Indiana Jones?"

What happened next occurred so quickly that no one person was able to give a full account of the entire scene. For a brief time it appeared as if Soren would indeed intercept the small plane. Just as the truck pulled around to move alongside the plane, Fraser and Han came plowing in from the side. Amidst startled cries from the onlookers, both men maneuvered their horses so that the truck was forced to swerve towards the plane, narrowly missing a collision. The action allowed for the extra time the pilot needed, and immediately the plane was lifting from the runway, climbing into the sky. Soren, deterred but not defeated, regained control of his wildly veering vehicle and continued down the runway. There were more bystander outcries as everyone began to realize that the runway ended not much further beyond, in a sandpit area marked on the far side by a tall fence. Soren must have realized this also as the truck suddenly began to slide down the pavement, wisps of smoke rising from locked brakes. The vehicle came to a halt, plowing into the sand with a visible jolt. Soren was instantly out and scrambling up the mound of sand. The truck in which Luke and Mara had been pursuing was required to make similar hasty actions. They came to such an abrupt halt the truck nearly toppled. As it was, they still managed to ram into Soren's truck, spinning as they did, so that the vehicle came to rest with the passenger side firmly lodged against Soren's truck. Considering it was the first time Mara had ever driven, it was practically a miracle landing. Mara was climbing down from the truck, Luke right behind. They clambered up the sand after Soren, disappearing from spectator view down the other side.

* * *

The pair caught up with Soren just as he reached the fence. The crazed man was obviously going to climb over and run to what he perceived was freedom.

"Stop!" Luke shouted. He stood firm, radiating powerful calm despite the surge of adrenaline the mad chase had produced. "Soren, it's over."

The man froze, still facing the fence. Then with a lightening speed, he swirled around to face his enemies. His hand shot up, a purely evil smile across his pale features.

Too late, Soren realized that his hand was empty.

"Not this time," Mara said sternly, still holding the earth pistol she had called into her grasp.

"No," Soren cried, a truly pitiful sound. "You can't stop me. Not after I've come this far."

He was obviously deranged, and Luke used the Force to lace his voice with calming persuasion. "It's over," he said again. "You must stop."

Soren only laughed, and the flame of madness continued to flicker in his eyes. A definite sense of strain began to build, filling the air with an almost electric intensity.

"Oh no," Mara whispered, realizing what he was trying to do.

Luke's eyes widened in horror. "Soren, no! You can't. You're not strong enough."

But the man ignored the warning, and already a small blue light was taking shape in the space between them. With a vivid flash, the light broadened and enveloped the still laughing Soren. But just as instantly, the light started to close again. It began to pulsate with a dangerous energy. Sparks jumped from it and streaked into paths like lightening where they connected with the nearby fence. Soren's laughter had turned to screams of pain.

"Take my hand, Soren" Luke yelled, stretching toward the light as close as he dared. "Mara, help me."

Mara quickly locked onto Luke's other hand and held fast, planting her feet, acting as an anchor.

Luke reached, straining with all his might, still urging the insane enemy to take his hand. But it was too late. With a final, agonized scream, the light collapsed. Soren was gone.

* * *

It was all the FBI agents could do to keep the scene from getting completely out of hand. Using the full extent of their federal authority, Mulder and Scully somehow managed to maintain an at least semi-plausible story about the events, throwing around terms like ‘official business', ‘top secret' and ‘need to know only'. Detective Vecchio used his Chicago PD badge like some massive shield, and with the ever polite assistance of Fraser, they were able to hold the media at bay. Meanwhile, the four aliens kept a very low profile. The three Jedi of the group kept up a constant disguise, and in the end Luke had to use the Force for minor mind manipulation against only a couple of the most persistent entreaties. No doubt speculation among the innocent bystanders would run wild for a few days, but by the time things were wrapped up the entire incident received little more notice than an obligatory blurb on the local nightly news.

It was well past noon when the group was finally able to pull away from the airport. Everyone was tired, and hungry, but mostly just thankful the adventure was over. Lunch being paramount on everyone's mind for the moment, Ray offered to take them to his favorite restaurant. But in light of the recent public activity, it was decided that a more private meal was in order. So they opted to return to Suite 1013 of the Chicago Marriott and order pizza instead.

While no one wanted to admit it, they all knew that the time of departure for the non-Terrans was soon approaching. Fortunately, Luke required a few hours rest before he would be able to open the doorway. Thus the group of friends took advantage of the opportunity to share in some final moments, simply enjoying one another's company, and celebrating the fact that they had been able to survive one more successful mission together.

At one point during the pizza break, Ray, having heard several stories of Han and his sabacc tendencies by now, offered to teach the Corellian a thing or two about poker. A game was soon underway. By early evening the game had progressed through several levels, and with a variation of players. At this point, Scully and Fraser watched on, with much jocularity, as Leia continually defeated not only her husband, but Ray and Mulder as well. The Princess maintained that she was not using the Force to an unfair advantage, but that did little to alleviate her male companions' sense of bruised ego.

Mara watched the scene being played out at the room's only table. It was amusing to say the least. Luke sat next to her, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, watching the same scene with his own rapt interest. She was fully aware of his presence, both of him being physically beside her and in that growing familiarity they were sharing through the Force. It was not something she found she needed to concentrate upon, but rather was a comfortable, natural feeling. Mara was a little surprised at how content she was, simply to sit her like this. It crossed her mind that she could get very accustomed to it.

At the table, Leia displayed yet another winning hand, and the men seated around all groaned. Fraser and Scully were trying to be helpful and encourage the losing players, but it was not going over very well, being coupled with their obvious enjoyment on Leia's behalf. As Mara observed and listened to the playful banter between her friends, she almost missed the fact that Luke had said something to her.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Luke, still leaning forward, had turned his head to face Mara and was wearing a very serious expression. She could see something -- she was not quite sure what it was -- flicker across his eyes. Mara got the definite impression that he was trying to tell her something with that look but she could not recall having ever seen it from him before.

"Would you please stop doing that?" Luke repeated, his voice earnest, but low enough that only Mara would hear.

Mara was at a complete loss. She wrinkled her eyebrows together, a question of ‘what?' forming on her face. But Luke, by his answer, must have interpreted it as a ‘why?' instead.

"Because if you don't--" Luke stopped abruptly, unable to complete his thought.

Mara was still attempting to figure out what the blazes he was talking about when she finally deciphered the expression on his face. There was a definite color flushed in Luke's cheeks and the intense look in his eyes registered a strange combination of delight and frustration. Her gaze then fell to where her hand rested lightly on Luke's back. Mara did not even remember when she had placed it there. Nor did she realize that she had been absently stroking her fingers across the back of his neck, her fingernails playing a little dance, ever so gently over his skin. Mara felt her own face grow warm with color and pulled her hand away, a bit too quickly, with a guiltily mumbled "sorry." She suddenly had the sensation of being a little girl with her hand caught in the container of sweet treats.

Mara heard the sound of Luke's affectionate laughter in her mind. <What's the matter?> He reached for her hand and placed a light kiss to her fingertips. <Is it really so surprising to discover you can have that kind of effect on me?> There was a definite hint of teasing in his tone.

<No.> Mara replied firmly, regaining some of her composure. <I just hadn't planned on doing it the first time by accident.>

Luke's eyebrows went up slightly, suggestively. <Who said anything about that being the first time?>

He was rewarded to see Mara's complexion redden again, but she managed to hold his gaze this time. And the smile she then offered threatened to raise his already warm temperature a notch or two.

<Besides,> he went on, daring to tread this new sparring ground he had discovered, <if that was accidental, I'm not sure I'll be able to handle your intentional efforts.>

This time it was Mara who laughed -- a sound that was somehow demure, yet boldly flirtatious at the same time. Luke found it intoxicating, and fought the urge to pull her close and kiss her endlessly.

Mara leaned nearer, eyes still glinting with her laughter. <I guess we'll just have to see about that in the future, won't we?>

Luke smiled, but his mood turned serious as he kissed Mara's fingertips again. <Actually, that's something I've been thinking about lately. Our future, I mean.>

Mara did not miss the change. Nor did she miss the implication in Luke's last comment. A slight sensation of panic began to rise in the pit of her stomach and she pulled her hand from Luke's gentle grasp, avoiding the hurt she knew would be in his eyes. Basic instincts kicked in and Mara found herself crossing the room before she was even consciously aware of it. Without a word, she stepped out onto the room's small balcony, realizing even as she did so that the attempt to put as much distance as possible between herself and what was coming next was utterly foolish. All Mara could do now, in the few brief seconds before Luke was certain to come after her, was to fight for some semblance of control over the torment of emotions that surged through her.

* * *

Leia had honestly been trying to avoid picking up on the playful repartee that was occurring on the sofa to her right. But when Mara suddenly bounded up and practically ran to the outside balcony, Leia could not fight her curiosity any longer.

"Oh dear," Fraser commented softly.

Leia realized she was not the only one who had noticed the sudden change in the room. Everyone at the table sat motionless, their eyes steadily following Luke's retreating back.

"Probably just a little lover's spat," Ray added once Luke had stepped outside on the balcony.

Han sent his wife a questioning glance. Where Luke and Mara were concerned, there was no such thing as a little lover's spat and Han was none too eager to see the two of them get into a serious fight, especially when they had been getting along so well lately.

Leia met Han's eyes and frowned. She did not like blatantly eavesdropping on her brother, particularly when such private matters were concerned.

"Just make sure it's nothing serious," Han whispered urgently.

Leia sighed, but there was not much resistance in her defeat. She wanted to make certain everything was alright as badly as he did. Tentatively, she reached out. But her brother was no idiot. With a whoosh Leia could almost hear, she felt the wall Luke slammed up even before her eyes were completely closed in concentration. He had effectively shut her out. But not before she picked up the slightest indication of something unmistakable in his sense. Leia gave a sharp intake of air as her eyes flew open wide, her hand going automatically to cover her now gapping mouth.

"What?" several voices asked at once.

Leia rested her gaze on her husband and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze that betrayed the delicate appearance of her own small hands. "Oh Han! I think he's going--" She could not find her voice to finish. Tears were brimming at the corner of her eyes.

Han's first instinct told him that trouble was about to explode. But something about the look on Leia's face caused him to think twice. As realization began to dawn, so did his grin. Leia nodded, confirming his suspicions. Turning his head toward the balcony door, Han whispered a heartfelt word of encouragement.

Scully was just about to ask, again, for someone to please explain what was going on, when she noticed her partner had quietly slipped from his chair and was making his way stealthily in the direction of the balcony door. "Mulder!" she called as quietly as possible. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mulder stopped in his tracks, making ‘shh' gestures toward Scully. When he was certain he had the attention of everyone at the table, he pointed at the balcony and carefully mouthed, "the door is still open."

There were only a few seconds of hesitant silence, those seated at the table sharing half-averted glances to see who would make the first move, before everyone was up and hovering just within listening distance of the partially opened balcony door.

* * *

"Mara?"

Fearing what she might see in Luke's eyes, Mara refused to turn around and face that simple, tender entreaty. Clutching the balcony's rail, she stared absently at the city street below.

"I'm sorry." Luke's voice, beside her now, was soft and warm. But there was also disappointment there. "I don't want to screw things up by moving ahead too fast."

Mara wanted to wrap her arms around him, tell him it was not his fault, that she was the one to blame for this silly behavior. But somewhere, a small part of her still clutched at this one last fear she had. Mara felt Luke's Force touch as he began to reach out to her. Then suddenly, he withdrew. Somehow they both knew this was something to be confronted in the realm of real, spoken words.

"Please, just let me tell you the way I feel," Luke began. He took her hands, gently coaxing the fingers loose from their hold on the railing.

Mara relented and turned to face him. She met his eyes and the love she saw there far outweighed the hurt that was reflected. Not trusting her voice, Mara nodded, and waited for him to continue.

"I'm not even sure where to begin," Luke admitted. "In one sense I feel like we've known each other for so long. And yet I feel as if I hardly know you, this beautiful and mysterious lady I see standing here." He reached up and tenderly brushed a stray wisp of hair from her cheek. "Especially now that we're beginning to deal with our feelings towards one another."

Mara nodded again, hoping the gesture would say what she could not.

"I love you, Mara. More than I ever thought possible, and certainly more than I can even begin to comprehend, much less try to express." His words began slowly and measured, but then increased to proceed in a mad rush, as if he were somehow trying to get everything he felt out in the open in the same instant.

"And I want to be with you, Mara. Not just in your presence, but with you, as a part of you, a part of your life. I want to share things with you, old memories, new experiences, everything I possibly can. I want to go for long walks and talk about any and everything with you. I want to fall asleep in your arms, and wake in the morning to see you lying beside me, to watch your peaceful breathing and see the way your hair might fall against my pillow." Luke ran his fingers through the red-gold strands. "I love your hair, Mara. I know that sounds silly, but I do. And I want to grow old with you, and watch as your beauty never fades. And yes, I even want to look at my children someday and see all the best parts of you in them--"

Luke finally paused for a breath. "Mara, I want you to be my wife."

For a long moment, Mara simply stared at him. With every fiber of her being, she knew she loved this man, but her mind seemed frozen. With a struggle, Mara found her voice.

"I do love you, Luke. But--" she broke off, still unable to voice her hesitations. She suddenly felt guilty, and looked away.

Luke took hold of Mara's shoulders. "I didn't say anything about settling down on Yavin," he said gently.

Mara looked up, surprised. She had not felt any definite Force probe from him, and yet Luke had somehow known at least a part of what she had been thinking and feeling, even when she could not express it herself.

"I'm sure the Academy can get along quite well without me. It practically does already. Mara, don't you see? I'll go wherever you want to go, do whatever you want to do. Just let me be with you. That's all I need to be happy."

Mara could hardly believe what she was hearing, but when she looked into his eyes there was no denying the truth of his words. In a way, it was a frightening thought to realize Luke was giving her such control over his life, to know that he loved her that much. Any other hesitations she had about spending the rest of her life with him immediately melted away. The only thing she wanted in the entire galaxy was to assure his happiness. And now she had the power to do just that - with one simple word.

"Yes."

Mara pulled him close. She kissed him, wanting only to express in that one action everything she felt -- love, passion, joy, longing, and many more emotions she could not even name. Mara readily opened herself to the Force, searching for every nuance of his sense, desiring to experience to the utmost all that was a part of this man she loved so dearly. Only the simple, human need of breathing forced Mara to finally abate. She opened her eyes to a wonderful, and rather appreciative, smile. Catching her breath, Mara offered an enthusiastic appraisal.

"Wow!"

"Not very profound," Luke whispered her own words from the night before, between the light kisses he was now intent upon placing along the curve of her neck. "But an apt description nonetheless."

Mara's response was perhaps the most surprisingly uncharacteristic thing Luke had ever known her to do. Softly, almost imperceptibly, Mara laughed.

At that particular moment, Luke considered the sound to be far more sensual than it was comic. Yes, he thought happily to himself, the future looked very positive indeed.

* * *

Had the entire population of Coruscant suddenly cried out in jubilation, it would have been no more celebratory than the reaction that instantly broke out among Luke and Mara's companions, who were still hovering just inside the balcony doorway. People from several floors down no doubt wondered what all the fuss was about. For no sooner had the group overheard Mara's reply of yes, when the scene suddenly erupted. Han grabbed Leia and, like a madman, he spun her around and around. Mulder and Ray exchanged simultaneous shouts of "YES!" and gave each other an elated high-five for good measure. Dief was running about woofing happily, and Fraser was grinning from ear to ear. Scully's face was displaying a similar grin as she gave the Mountie a victory hug. She then turned and nearly tackled her partner and Ray, somehow managing to get her short arms around them both simultaneously.

Luke and Mara, the commotion having interrupted their own intimate celebration on the balcony, cautiously made their way back into the room. Leia, now released from Han's dizzying flight around the room, was the first to officially congratulate the new couple. She grabbed her brother in a loving embrace.

"I'm so happy," she exclaimed, a tear rolling down flushed cheeks. "I'm so happy for both of you," she added, giving Mara a hug as well.

"Yeah," Han said with a hearty slap to Luke's back. "And you know, kid -- it's about time!"

"Right," Luke grinned, and gave his brother-in-law an embrace of his own.

Additional hugs were soon exchanged, as everyone wanted to give the couple their words of congratulations and well wishes.

"A perfect way to end our little adventure together," Mulder announced. "I only wish we could come to the wedding."

Luke looked at his new friends. After only a few days together they had all become a part of his life, and he did regret that they would not be able to share what would be a very special time for he and Mara. "I know. We wish you could be there too."

Suddenly, Fraser spoke up. "Perhaps there is a little something we can do for you instead. If you will all please excuse me for a moment." And without any explanation, he left the room.

Everyone looked to Ray, but the Detective only shrugged. "How should I know what he's up to? The man grew up in the Yukon. There's no telling what kind of crazy ideas pass for wedding tradition up there."

Looks were exchanged, some curious, but most of them slightly amused. The feeling of some possible pending surprise prevented them from making further discussion on the matter, and within a few moments Fraser returned. He was accompanied by an elderly lady, who was a little plump in the middle and shorter than both Leia and Scully. She was clad in walking shorts and shoes, and a brightly colored t-shirt. It had a skyline of the city sketched across the front and read "I Love Chicago!" A matching visor cap sat atop her graying, curly hair. An old, but well maintained Polaroid camera, hung about her neck, completed the ensemble.

"Everyone, this is Mrs. Jenkins," Fraser said. "I have explained our situation to her, that being that our friends have just gotten engaged but very soon have to leave town, and we would like to do something special to commemorate the moment. Mrs. Jenkins has graciously agreed to take our picture."

Mrs. Jenkins grinned, and the expression looked more like that of a giddy school girl than that of a reserved, older lady.

"That's wonderful," Scully commented. "But Fraser, I have to ask -- how did you manage to find someone, with a Polaroid camera no less, who would be willing to take a picture for us?"

"Oh, you see, I simply recalled having seen Mrs. Jenkins before," Fraser replied. "She had just exited her room, which it happens is right down the hall, when Ray, Han, Leia, and I arrived at the hotel suite this morning. I noted that Mrs. Jenkins was obviously prepared for some sightseeing as she was wearing comfortable clothes, walking shoes, and carrying her camera. I spoke briefly with her, welcoming her to Chicago, and pointed out a couple of stops in the city she might particularly want to see."

"That's right," Mrs. Jenkins piped in. Her voice was unmistakably of the doting grandmother type. "And when this nice young man came and knocked on my door and told me your news, well I just couldn't refuse." She beamed the smile again. "Now, who's the lucky couple?"

Mrs. Jenkins took to her responsibility with a great deal of glee, and in no time had the group set up for a photo. She had arranged Luke and Mara in the center, with all their friends circled around them. Just as she brought the camera up to make the shot, she paused.

"Now, I know we want a picture for this lovely bride-to-be here, but while we're all set up, will anyone else be wanting a picture?"

Both Leia and Scully were quick to agree that they would like one, and after a little goading from Mrs. Jenkins, Fraser admitted that he would like one too. Mrs. Jenkins cheerfully coaxed smiles from the group as she snapped off four photos, and then a fifth for herself. She then set the Polaroid shots out on the table and they all waited for the film to turn. They attempted to give Mrs. Jenkins some remuneration for her help, or at the very least for her film, but she adamantly refused.

"Now, I simply won't hear of it," Mrs. Jenkins argued. "It's been payment enough for me just getting to meet you lovely people, and to wish my own congratulations to this adorable couple. I tell you, it does an old lady like me good to see two young lovers about to set out on life together." The now familiar grin was spreading again as she turned her attention to Luke. "Young man, you better take good care of this little lady, you hear me?"

Luke could not fight a smile of his own. "Yes ma'am. You have my word on that."

"Good. And as for you," Mrs. Jenkins turned towards Mara. This time, she actually winked. "You just keep this fellow on his toes, okay?"

Mara winked back. "You can count on it."

"Alright then. Again, it's been so nice meeting you. And do have a safe trip, now."

They gave Mrs. Jenkins their thanks as she headed for the door. They made their farewells to her, and as Fraser opened the door for her, he was rewarded with a peck on the cheek.

"You've made my day, young man," Mrs. Jenkins said, gazing down at the photo in her wrinkled hands. "Oh, just wait till I get back home and tell the bridge club about this."

As the group was seeing Mrs. Jenkins out, Luke picked up one of the pictures from the table. As he gazed at the smiling faces, he thought about how each of the persons had played a small part in his and Mara's finally reaching this point in their relationship. The photo was little more than a token, but considering what it represented, Luke could not think of a more perfect wedding gift from his friends.

"Hey, you awake?" Mara broke into his reverie.

"Yeah," Luke replied, his gaze still lingering on the photo.

"I know," Mara said softly, picking up on his thoughts. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know if it was some trick of the Force, working it out for Fraser to find Mrs. Jenkins, or if it was just fortunate coincidence, but I'm glad we've got this reminder now."

Luke turned to face her. "Have I told you yet how lucky I feel? Or how happy I am?"

Mara's smile beamed. "Not in so many words, farmboy, but I figure you've got the rest of your life to work on it." Here she playfully poked a finger at his chest. "And I do expect to be told, and told often."

"I love you, Mara."

And before she could respond in kind, Luke pulled her to him and kissed her. All too soon, there was an interruptive poking on Luke's shoulder.

Han's expression was as roguish as it was apologetic. "Kids, I hate to break up a good party, but it's time we made our goodbyes."

A second round of embraces, complete with words of congratulations again, worked its way through the group. Mara accepted it all with genuine appreciation, but she held herself back a little. Never one for big farewell scenes, Mara had no intentions of letting her emotions get the better of her. As she paused, watching and listening to the action around her, Mara picked up on snippets of phrases here and there. Han and Ray were sharing some final comment about gamblers luck. Leia was smiling warmly -- and knowingly, Mara thought -- at Fraser, as he thanked her yet again for going with him to visit Margaret Thatcher in the hospital. Luke was speaking with Mulder, his arm resting on the man's shoulder in a gesture of support, encouragement. She could not hear what Luke was saying, but Mara guessed from the agent's expression that it was something important, and she felt a surge of renewed hope and vigilance stir in him. Suddenly, there was a light touch on her own arm.

"It's been--" Scully began, but she broke off, unable to give words to thought. Finally, a smile warmed her face. "I'm very glad to have met you, Mara. And I'm very happy for you and Luke."

Mara gave her own smile, if somewhat reserved, in reply. "Thanks."

There was a tense moment, both of the women seeming to realize that neither wanted to speak truthfully regarding their feelings at the moment. Scully opted for a bit of jocularity to hopefully ease the situation. "You know, if you ever prove that my PIH factor theory holds true for Jedi--"

"Then I won't be around to tell you about it," Mara finished for her, finally speaking the obvious. In a somewhat uncharacteristic display of affection, Mara pulled the smaller redhead into an embrace. "Thanks. Thanks for everything, Dana."

"That goes double for me," Luke added, suddenly coming along beside them. He gave Scully a light kiss on the cheek.

The female agent smiled again, and then moved off to make her farewells to Han and Leia.

Luke slid an arm around Mara's shoulder. <You okay?>

<Yes,> she replied. <I just really hate this goodbye stuff.>

<Me too,> Luke said, giving her a loving squeeze. He noticed the others were breaking up, and Han was moving to gather their supplies. "You ready to go?" he asked her.

Mara nodded. "Ready as I'm going to be."

The foursome gathered near the center of the room. Without prelude, the Jedi focused his concentration, reached deep into the Force, and opened the doorway one final time.

No one spoke as the Terrans watched the blue light expand around their friends. There was one final glimpse of their faces, all bearing smiles, and then the four visitors from another galaxy were gone. Silence, soft and comfortable, held for a few minutes before the others finally felt free to move.

"I'm really gonna miss those guys," Ray said. It was a simplistic statement, but it somehow seemed to sum up the moment.

"Scully?" Mulder began after another few quiet seconds.

"Yes, Mulder?"

"Everything okay?"

The female agent sighed. In a sense, no, everything would never be okay again. Her entire world had been turned upside down in the past several days, and she knew it would take time to reconcile it all in her mind, if she ever did at all. But beneath all that, there was still a sense of calm. In a short period of time she had made a friend, and helped that friend to find a little more happiness in life. For Scully, that was enough for now.

"Never better, Mulder." Then she offered her partner a skeptical expression as another thought occurred. "But I don't know how in the worlds we're going to explain this one to Skinner in our report."

Mulder gave a grimace that was only half serious. "I don't know if even I can come up with an explanation this time."

"You do realize that we are never going to be able to tell anyone about everything that has just happened to us," Fraser commented.

They all exchanged a similar expression. An unspoken pact had just been made.

"Well, let's not even think about that right now," Ray spoke up. "Despite how crazy it's been, I for one have had the time of my life. Real life may still be there when I wake up in the morning, but for the rest of the night I just want to hang out and enjoy this good feeling for a while longer."

"Sounds good to me," Mulder agreed.

"Count me in," Scully said.

Dief woofed affirmatively and Fraser gave a quick nod. "Make it unanimous."

"So, what's the plan, Detective Armani?" Mulder paired the playful label with a friendly slap on Vecchio's back.

Ray gave a broad smile. "Well, G-man, we've got the entire city of Chicago and me as your personal tour guide. What's your pleasure?"

Scully maneuvered between the pair, unabashedly linking her arm with Ray's. She gave the detective her most alluring smile as she pulled him towards the exit. "You know, we never did make it to that wonderful restaurant you kept telling us about."

Mulder and Fraser exchanged looks. Mulder shrugged.

"Come on, Fraser. The last time Scully went with some guy to an Itallian restaurant, the poor sap ended up having to take out a loan."

The Mountie reached for his hat. "I take it Dana is rather fond of Itallian cuisine?"

Mulder grinned. "Let's just say that I've never seen anyone her size put away so much cannelloni in one sitting."

Closing the door behind them, the pair exited to room to catch up with their friends.

* * THE END * *