Finally an update! This chapter is all about the kids in the Temple. Anakin is still off on Naboo and has no idea his babies are all grown up and rebelling without him.
It was his mother’s favorite saying. It meant that he’d said too much and she probably wouldn’t have realized he’d done something if he’d just kept quiet. It took him too long to realize that he gave himself away, but it meant the lesson stuck when he finally figured it out.
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
Dori had first heard it from their mother, of course. And probably caught in to the meaning far faster. He always had made Nori work things out himself. But he had picked up the saying. When people were discontent, something was wrong. When people were hurt, something was probably wrong at a high level.
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
He probably should have figured it out sooner. After all, Dwalin was smoking hot, and the sex… But even if he’d thought of the saying (he hadn’t), he wouldn’t have wanted to understand what it meant.
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
He did think of it, later, when they cuddled close and talked about all of the things they could do, now that they were they. And they were different than before, and needed a way to show it. To show that they had changed and were bound together. Soon everyone would know, but the first time he said it they’re foreheads were touching and he was curled in the strongest, tenderest arms he knew. He said it, and they knew through their laughter that it was right.
I warn you, anon, I don’t have any snippets with Shmi written yet that aren’t painful, but since several people have asked me for a Shmi snippet, I’m giving you this pain.
And as a bonus, you also get a glimpse of Ahsoka’s POV in the first section.
This snippet is super spoilery, so if you’re avoiding Anabasis spoilers for some reason, you probably want to give this one a miss.
Warnings for: harm to children, trauma reactions, panic attacks, hand trauma, mention of blood, mention of needles and injections
The door slid open.
Masters Yoda and Windu entered first, Yoda looking openly
troubled and Windu scowling. Behind them were two humans, a pale, work-worn
woman in her middle age, and an attractive young man with warm brown skin and a
smile that lit his eyes. He looked oddly familiar, like someone she knew not in
reality, but from images. His smile seemed actually genuine, but it fell when
he caught sight of Vader.
The woman beside him sucked in a shallow breath of air, her
face contorting with so many emotions that Ahsoka couldn’t begin to name them.
Her hand reached out, clutching thoughtlessly at the air, and she whispered,
“Ani.”
I should probably not be typing right now considering how much I have to keep correcting interesting typos, but I feel physically miserable and can post fic if I wanna. So there.
The final installment of the “Far From Their Bones” trilogy, which reimagines #StarTrekVoyager with an ex-Maquis who becomes the ship’s mental health counselor.
Rated: M
Summary: They know that Voyager was brought to the Delta Quadrant for a reason. They know it is the will of the Prophets for them to play a role in defeating the Borg. Still, what they want most is to go home. When a series of dreams reveal to Talia just how important their involvement truly is, it becomes clear that simply getting Voyager home will ultimately damn them all.
Talia’s dreams continue to unfold the story of a future cold war with the Borg. Bad news comes from Starfleet’s war with the Dominion. B’Elanna asks for counseling.
I was going to be good and hold off posting until Friday (betas still
catching up and they deserve that chance). But it’s an ex-parent’s
birthday today. It’s going to be another ex-parent’s “mother’s” day
soon. I feel like crap because the place I live in does not like my
immune system and buddy I do not like it right back.
But the mate
got back from NY today after helping upstate get power back. So that’s a
plus. This chapter is another, if only because of the screaming.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 