“Patience” Luke Skywalker x Reader
(A/N: I’m finally back with another addition to @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo challenge. Why does it feel like so long ago when it wasn’t? OMG totally forgot I finished this for a bit there.
Bingo Card: Temporary Amnesia
Word Count: 622 words)
“Luke, give them time. They’ll be alright.” Leia said calmly as she watched her brother pace the hallway. They had been occupying that area for almost forty-five minutes. Leia was the calmer of the two in that moment.
“How much time? Will they remember anything? Everything?” Luke’s voice raised as he stopped pacing.
“Their injuries weren’t severe. It might take a few days or more for them to regain their memory.”
“Leia, it took almost five people to get them back on the ship. They didn’t know what the Rebellion was! What if they don’t remember—.” He tore his gaze away, trying to hide his emotions. “What if they don’t remember me.”
Crossing her arms, Leia tilted her head. “Do you really believe that?”
Luke looked about five different places before sighing, “No.”
“I just want them to okay.”
“And they will be. You have to be patient.”
Luke turned to start pacing again.
Watching her brother, Leia hoped she could think of something for Luke to do in order to take his mind off of you for a while. At least something that did not involve him wearing a path into the floor.
You went on one mission without him by your side and one slip up had you being carried to safety. That was even when you started fighting your fellow rebels. Apparently you were fighter and survivor all the way.
“I should have talked with them before the mission.”
“And then what, Luke? Be even more upset that they don’t remember you told them how you felt?” Leia asked, “How would they feel if you had done that and then days later they remembered? They care about you. They wouldn’t want you going through this.”
He sighed, “You’re right.”
. . .
It had been almost a full week before Luke had the nerve to enter the barracks where you spent most of your time after the accident. Did his sister give him work to do? Oh, yes. Did she almost drag him to see you? Once, but she stopped herself because Luke was not ready.
Blue eyes did not take long to focus on you. He never did have a problem finding you anywhere.
Taking a deep breathe, Luke walked over to you.
“Hi.” You sat up from your bunk. “Uh…Luke, right? No?”
The Jedi held in the urge to leap for joy. “I’m Luke. You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” He was doing his best not to break down into tears in front of you. “Do you…remember me?”
Breaking eye contact, your gaze landed on your folded hands. “I don’t know. I heard someone talking about a Luke who carried a lightsaber and figured it was you.”
“Oh…” His hand absentmindedly touched the pommel of his saber.
“Not that they’ve been saying anything bad or anything.” You held your hands up in defense. “Just normal talk. Stuff.”
Luke found himself smiling softly. It was as if you two were having your first conversation all over again where you knew of him first.
You drummed your thumbs together.
“How are you?” He asked softly.
“Fine, I guess. People have been asking me that a lot lately. Pretty sure it’s because of my spotty memory right now…or lack thereof. At least I know my name….not that I remember why I’m here.” A deep frown set on your features.
“I can leave if you want,” Luke said as he took a step back. “I don’t want to overwhelm or upset you in any way.”
“No.” You said quickly and cleared your throat. “I could…I could use some company. If that’s alright with you. If you have time.”
A hopeful smile brightened Luke’s face. “I have time.”
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“…we can only make contact with the Enterprise outside of the fortress. The inhabitants are increasingly hostile. It is only a matter of ti—.”
You placed two fingers on your commanding officer’s cheek. Knowing the gesture’s meaning made your heart rate quicken. Yet it was not the time nor place for such pleasantries whether one-sided or not. Action needed to be taken not many words.
Intelligent eyes showing their own version of shock were staring at you.
“I can slip passed the guards and contact the ship,” you said after lowering your hand from Mister Spock’s cheek. “Go save the Captain.”
The First Officer blinked. “It is best that I remind you that under StarFleet regulations, you can not give orders to your superior officer.” He said as the very tips of his ears blushed a tint of green.
“I am well aware, sir.”
He raised a single eyebrow, studying you.
“Shall I go contact the Enterprise?”
“Yes. Take precautions and use your phaser if you must. I will find our Captain.”
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