Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and related characters; I own nothing.Author's Notes:
Stewjon is a real planet. Check Wookiepedia if you don't believe me. This takes place a year or so post "Chosen" and around the time of the Jedi Academy novels, so 8 years after Return of the Jedi. Response to the FFA pairing of Faith and Luke Skywalker.~*~*~
Faith stared at the blond man standing across from her, unable to stop herself from blurting out the first thing that came to mind:
“You’re shitting me, aren’t you?” she demanded. “Who the hell put you up to this?”
She’d been on Stewjon for the last year or so, ever since a portal had sucked her up and spat her out. Lucky for her, she’d been able to breathe on this rock. Unluckily, she was a long way from home. As in, different dimension and all that jazz. As the days passed and no sign of Red looking for her appeared, she knew her chances of getting back were growing slimmer and slimmer. After the second month, she’d pushed in the back of her mind. One of the hardest lessons she’d learned in prison was not dwelling on shit you couldn’t change and making do as well you could. A little zen for her, but it worked.
Stewjon wasn’t bad as planets went, she supposed, although the name was fucking hysterical. Seriously? Who in their right mind had thought up that one? It wasn’t that much different than Earth, just more high-tech, with some strange-ass writing that gave her a headache. The town she’d ended up in, Racness, was pretty hick, but they’d taken her in, which is all she could really ask. They didn’t know her history and didn’t really ask, taking her as is. It’d been nice while it lasted.
The man, Luke Skywalker, hero of the fucking galaxy, simply smiled at her. “I’m serious about my offer, Faith,” he told her calmly, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his black robe. He should have been wicked hot in that getup, given the summer weather here, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.
“You’re telling me I have some mystical powers and you want to train me in how to use them,” Faith answered with a snort, leaning against the speeder she’d been working on. She’d needed something to do, and Owen, the man who’d taken her in, had shown her the ropes of fixing things.
Part of her wanted to reply, “Been there, done that, seen the movie,” but she kept her lips closed. No need to let him in on the Slayer package. “How the hell am I not
supposed to think you’re shitting me?” she asked instead. “Whole thing sounds pretty crazy to me.”
He’d shown up, telling Faith that she was “strong with the Force”, and that he wanted her to come with him to train as a Jedi. Whatever the hell that meant. She’d heard bits and pieces from the townfolk about what the Jedi used to be, before the galaxy turned Nazi and started hunting them down. Now, according to the rumors she’d heard at the bar on her down evenings, there was just one left in the galaxy: the man standing before her now.
“Surely you’ve felt it, Faith,” he said. “A sense of being connected to something larger than yourself. An awareness of what’s going on around you at all times. Being able to predict things before they happen.”
She opened her mouth to object only to stop and think. Come to think of it, even though she’d put it under Slayer skills, ever since she’d arrived on Stewjon, she’d been more aware of what was going on around her. Like she could sense things before they were going to happen. Her hand rubbed her thigh as she remembered one of the fights she’d had when she first arrived with some bonehead who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. During that fight, she’d gotten flashes of what the guy was gonna do before he’d even moved.
And then there was that uptick in Slayer dreams she’d been having recently.
“So what if I have?” she finally replied. “What’s it to you?”
“You have the potential to be a great Jedi Knight, Faith, one of the first of a new order. The Force led me to you for a reason.”
Out of hand, she wanted to refuse. She had a decent life here. It wasn’t great, but she had people’s respect. Trust. Her boss, Owen Antilles, was like a father to her, like how Giles had been to B before shit went down that last year in Sunnydale. It was like she’d been given a fresh start and she was doing her best not to screw it up.
But maybe there was a reason for all of this. Maybe this was just the next step on her path towards redemption.
Great power, great responsibility, and all that shit, right?
“Let me think about it,” she answered.
Skywalker smiled, and for a moment he looked younger. “That’s all that I ask, Faith.”