Title: Byss You Were Here
Author: JediMara77
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, Corran Horn, Mirax Terrik Horn, Tionne Solusar, cameos from other Jedi at the Academy
Timeframe: 13 ABY, set in the I, Mara Jade timeline. (You do not have to read that fic to understand this one. All you need to know is that Luke and Mara were married in 12 ABY, and now teach at the Jedi Academy.)
Genre: Humor, AU
Summary: Luke Skywalker and Corran Horn return from a mission to the planet Byss with a mysterious artifact. Little do they know that the adventure has already begun...
A/N: Thank you to ginchy for being my sounding board and coming up with the fantastically amazing title. This fic is my way of clearing my mind before starting the last part of my trilogy.

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CHAPTER 1

Luke Skywalker stepped inside the suite, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Keeping the lights off, not wanting to bother his sleeping wife, he crept toward the bedroom, familiarity and the Force guiding his way. He put down his bag and stripped down to his shorts, too exhausted do anything else, then quietly sank down onto the bed.

"Hey," a feminine voice murmured, the sound muffled as her face was in the pillow.

Luke grimaced and snuggled under the covers, then leaned over to kiss his wife on the cheek. "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you."

Mara snorted. "Yeah, like that was going to happen. How was the mission?"

"Fine."

Rolling over, she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Just fine?"

"Well, you know. Going through the Emperor's personal effects is always a fun time."

"Luke, don't joke about this. It's serious."

"I told you, our investigations went fine. We downloaded the personal files, brought back a few artifacts—nothing went wrong. Don't worry."

A slight crease appeared on her forehead, as it always did when she worried. She hadn't wanted Luke to go on the mission to Byss, and had protested violently against it. But Luke had argued that the Jedi needed to investigate all of the Emperor's former strongholds, especially after the harrowing events on Nirauan two years ago. Especially when the files referenced soul transference. Luke still sometimes had nightmares about the Emperor's fully mature clone staring back at them through the cloning cylinder. Only his wife's bravery had kept Palpatine from rising again.

To no surprise Mara had insisted on accompanying him, but he asked her to stay at the Academy, partly because she was in charge of the most advanced physical training classes, but also because he hated bringing her along on missions involving the Sith. He figured he had the right to be protective from time to time. Instead he'd brought Corran Horn along, knowing the other Jedi's investigatory training would be a big benefit to the mission.

The tension went out of Mara's face, but she still looked skeptical. To distract her, Luke asked, "How was everything here?"

"Well, nothing blew up. There was a minor incident when Ganner made fun of Mirax for eating about five week's worth of food, but that was about it."

Now Luke was the one to raise his eyebrow. "Minor incident?"

"She punched him."

Luke shook his head and laughed. "That boy has a death wish, making fun of a pregnant woman."

"Eh, he's a teenager. Comes with the territory. If I recall correctly, when you were a teenager you nearly smashed your skyhopper into a canyon wall all in the name of fun."

"Hey, I never once came even close to crashing!"

She gave him a patronizing pat on the shoulder. "Sure you didn't, flyboy."

Luke caught her hand and leaned in, giving her a passionate kiss. "I missed you," he murmured when he pulled away.

She rolled her eyes, but nuzzled against his neck. "You were gone only a few days."

"That's still too long to be away from you."

"Oh dear Force—"

He cut off the rest of her protest with another kiss to the lips. "Now, Mara, is that any way to welcome your husband home after a long, harrowing mission? I might start thinking that you don't like me anymore."

A sly smile spread across her face. "Well. We can't have that now, can we?"

He leaned in and hovered over her mouth, pressing against her suggestively. "No. We cannot."

They spent the rest of the evening reacquainting themselves with each other.

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The next morning Luke woke slowly, languidly stretching, knowing he had no classes to teach that morning. He smiled contentedly at the warm body next to him, and let himself doze for a few more minutes.

When he was fully awake he opened his eyes, focusing on the bright orange fabric sticking out of the covers…and blinked.

What the hell?

A quick investigation showed that the fabric seemed to be attached to his legs, which made little sense. He hadn't fallen asleep wearing sleep pants, and he certainly didn't recall having any that were so garish…and were those X-wings on the pants?

He shook his head. Obviously he'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the 'fresher and must've pulled them on on the way back to bed. Mara probably slipped them in his drawer as a joke.

But as he was examining his pants, something else struck him as odd. He could've sworn that he and Mara only had blue sheets, but these were purple. Purple sheets? Would Mara even buy purple sheets?

Did Mara slip me something when I wasn't looking last night, or am I just losing it?

Deciding that he needed some caf in his system, Luke rolled over, and that was when he really started to freak out. This wasn't his room. He was sure of it. None of the furnishings or decorations were the same. The bed was firmer and lower to the ground. And the door to the living area was on the left side of the room, not the right.

He recognized this room. It was Corran's and Mirax's bedroom. He'd helped them move into the new suite several months ago, after Mirax had announced her pregnancy.

He sprung up in the bed. Oh, kriff.

Beside him, a warm body stirred and moaned. A warm body that had long, straight, black hair. "Corran?"

Oh kriff oh kriff oh kriff oh kriff oh kriff.

He was in bed with his friend's wife! With his wife's friend!

Oh gods, Mara was going to kill him. Corran was going to kill him. He was going to kill himself when it was all over.

What had he been thinking? Judging from what he could remember, he hadn't been thinking much. He couldn't remember coming into the Horn's apartment, much less their marital bed. The last thing he recalled was feeling Mara lying against his chest as they fell asleep.

Had he sleepwalked? Was this some sort of odd, Force-induced dream? Or had he just gone completely and utterly insane?

One thing was for sure—his life was over. His wife had once wanted to kill him. Well, now she had reason to, and he wouldn't blame her one bit. In fact, he would help her.

"Corran, can you start the tea?" The voice was muffled against the pillow and rough with sleep, but it was clearly Mirax Terrik Horn's voice. "And can you get me a puff pie? Your son is hungry already."

Luke blinked. Oh gods. What was he going to do?

…Wait. She had called him Corran.

He had woken up in his friend's bedroom…and his friend's wife had called him by her husband's name.

Oh, this made no sense at all.

He slowly turned in the bed, bringing his legs to the floor and trying to think straight. Did he have amnesia? Some sort of weird illness? He didn't feel sick.

But now that he thought about it, he did feel weird. His body didn't feel normal—not wrong, just not…like it usually did.

An odd, niggling thought began to take hold in the back of his mind. Luke shook his head. Oh, that's just ridiculous.

But he still brought up an arm, looking for distinctive scars and birthmarks, but none of them were there. The hair on his arms was dark, not light.

He held up his right hand, searching for the wrist access panel. It wasn't there.

Luke's eyes widened as far as they could go, and he ran as fast as he could into the 'fresher. He slapped on the lights.

Corran Horn's face was staring back at him in the mirror.

"Oh, kriff!"