If the Sky Comes Falling Down For You

Hey brother, there’s an endless road to re-discover.
Hey sister, know the water’s sweet but blood is thicker.
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

Caer rubbed the back of her neck as she leaned against the wall next to Raiyden and Xaishens door. She knew they were asleep and that made her feel loads better than she had felt a while ago; the anxiety and the worry draining out of her like someone had pulled a plug out of a tub. 

The minds behind the door slept, troubled, but they slept and that’s all that mattered to her. As long as they were sleeping and not doing anything rash, that’s all she cared about. She could sense Raiyden through their bond and through his bond to Xaishen. Then the tiny little flitting thoughts of the babies- her nephews.  Jaiyden and Hunter both with their innocent little minds oblivious to the danger they were in. 

She whispered a soft prayer to Ashla and Bogan, “Please, please Ashla, protect them with your Light. Shine on them so that no harm can befall them. Bogan, should our enemy come, guide my hand so that I can strike at him a fatal blow. That’s all I ask.” 

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another?
Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

The wind blew across the yard, kicking up dead leaves and little dust devils in the light of the moon. Shadows played across the ground as the trees rustled with the teasing of the wind. Her Miralukan vision watched the force waver and dance along with the trees and plants that dotted the area. It would have been peaceful any other time, but now it almost seemed ominous. Each rustle of leaf, each whine of the wind through the court yard… it could hide a more serious noise a more threatening one. 

She didn’t particularly care how many times she was told this place was safe. She’d believe it when she saw it. No place was safe. The Jedi learned that the hard way, twice in her memorable history. The Sith several times. Belief like that is what got people, many of them good, caring and solid people killed. Her hand strayed to the hilt of her saber, brushing against the crystalline blade that rested just behind it, the twin to that one on her right hip. She was armed with more than her saber and the twin Dancers blades that she usually carried. The rest were strategically hidden and she’d remain that way until this Darth Daedalus was cold and rapidly decaying under a mass of carrion birds. 

What if I’m far from home?
Oh, brother I will hear you call.
What if I lose it all?
Oh, sister I will help you out!
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

Caer lifted her head up and exhaled slowly, It was going to be a long night and an even longer day after the sun rose. She’d been three days on no sleep already and the long days and nights were starting to catch up with her. She had to maintain her guard though. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Raiy or Xaishen doing anything stupid such as running off- though Caer had heard earlier through various sources that Xaishen had lost his cool and had actually had an argument in front of several people- namely Jallira and Vrodrik yelling at Raiyden. Supposedly an argument had ensued. Caer assumed that had been when Raiyden had effectively and rapidly dampened their link mentally to the point of shutting her out entirely. It had concerned her greatly. But she’d been reassured hearing their voices over comms. 

Pushing away form the wall, she walked in small circles around the front of the doorway, her boot heels clacking softly on the ground beneath her. The sound echoed slightly and it gave her something to concentrate on. Something other than her own exhaustion and boredom. Some part of her thought back to the mental exercises their Master had taught them when they’d been placed on door duty back at the temple on Coruscant. Counting to fifty first in Basic, then Huttese, Nautolan, Bothese, and finally backwards from there back to Basic again. Each breath a number, each number an inhalation and exhalation of breath. It made her focus come into a sharper clarity and allowed for her to extend her senses beyond just what was in front of her. It was rare she ever used the other senses, the ones that allowed her to touch upon anyone else around them like a ghost in the night. It wasn’t an invasion but more of a sense of knowing others were around them. She always sensed the Empaths first, it was inevitable as she was tied so closely to one. It only made sense. The others were faint little flickers of light, auras in the night. Some awake, majority of them asleep. 

Hey brother, there’s an endless road to re-discover.
Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder?
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

Caer turned and came face to face with a near mirror image of herself. She gave a faint squeak of surprise and aimed a fist for that face only to find her wrist in a tight grasp and the face that looked so much like hers smiling. Caers heart hammered in her chest and her adrenaline pumped through her veins like it was her life blood. She gave a choked cry as the grasp around her wrist tightened and then loosened only to go around her throat. The persons other hand moving up to her lips. 

“Shhhhh. Sister.” Lyrae’as voice spoke with that annoying Imperial accent she loved to use.

“Kriffing hells!” Caer hissed in a strangled voice. “Fucking hells!” 

“Essentially the same thing.” Lyrae gave a cheerful smile and then lowered her hand from Caers throat.”Now, I received a distress signal on the sibling channel… I came as quickly as I could.” 

Caer rubbed her throat and glared as best as a Miraluka could. “How the hell did you even FIND this place?! And better question how the hell did you even get here without someone stopping you!?”

Lyr, Caer and Raiydens younger sister tapped her face. “I look like you, idiot. Remember? I played your idiot crew for a while. Besides, breaking into your ships system,then into the codes and using them to find you lot wasn’t so hard. Honestly sister, you should change them once in a while. Besides, I stayed away from Casa Marran and avoided the little system they have up there. I came directly to where you and brother are.” 

Caer clenched her jaw and pointed back the way she’d come. “Go. Now. Before someone finds you and skins you alive. Especially with that ridiculous accent.” 

“I’m here now, not going anywhere. Especially knowing my darling little siblings are in trouble. It certainly pays to eaves drop on conversations back at home.” Lyrae’a tilted her head to look around Caers shoulder to the door. “You’re not bleeding, crying about how someone was mean to you or look otherwise distressed other than that horrid hairdo of yours… I’m going to assume that Raiyden is the one in trouble?”

Caer nodded and resolved herself to not getting rid of her damnable sister any time soon. She quickly told Lyrae’a the story about Xaishen and the Sith in question then quietly asked the gods to cover her ass so she could break it to the Archon that their sister had found them. Here of all places. She wondered as she explained to Lyr if this was the gods way of sending her the protection she asked for. If so, they had a rather morbid sense of humor. 

Lyr listened and then moved to the door to take up Caers spot. “Then I will stay and watch. You go sleep. You look like shit and smell worse.” 

Caer looked at her with an incredulous expression. “Are you retarded? Seriously. Did Alistere bang your head too hard on the wall the last time you two slept together? Cause there are some huge tell tale differences between us. Such as you’re about two inches shorter than me, your ass and chest is smaller and the big tip off is the accent. Oh and lets not forget the plethora of other Miraluka who run around here and can see auras just fine thank you very much. Plus we have so many gods damned Empaths around here, you can’t take an uncomfortable crap without someone knowing about it.” 

“Ooooh aren’t you precious.” Lyrae’a pinched Caers cheek until her sister slapped her hand away. “Shut up and just go wait in the ship. See if anyone else tries to come here okay? Or put your stupid Imperial ties to work and see if you can get anything on the guy. I’ll need to explain to my boss that you’re here and you mean no harm. Otherwise, you might just end up with someone smashing your face in the dirt.”

Lyr snorted. “I’d like to see them try.” 

Caer pinched the bridge of her nose. “Seriously Lyrae’a. These are not guys you want to mess with okay? Especially the Archon and some of the others. You don’t exactly have a stellar alignment and it’s by our peoples graces and pity on you that you even still walk our homeworld without getting your ass thrown to a tribunal.”

Lyr sneered and then turned to walk back into the darkness. “If it wasn’t for me… our precious planet would be dealing with Sharise.” 

Caer winced and sighed. But by the time something witty had even come to mind, Lyrae’a was gone. Damn. She was tired if she couldn’t come out with a snappy comeback within the time it took her sister to take off. 

Turning back to the door she stared at it for a few moments before speaking softly. “Well door. It’s just you and me.”

What if I’m far from home?
Oh, brother I will hear you call.
What if I lose it all?
Oh, sister I will help you out!
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

Avicii- Hey Brother.

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