Star Wars Imagines

Luke Skywalker - Collision

Luke frowned, wishing he was cuddling with his girlfriend instead of fighting off the Empire in the stuffy atmosphere of some dusty outer ring planet.

"There's a squadron of TIE-Fighters heading your way, Skywalker!" Your voice resounded in Luke's helmet. "On your six o'clock, four lengths!"

"I see 'em," Luke grumbled, yanking up on his controls so that he completed a loop-the-loop. Now, he was positioned behind the squadron, and he could open fire.

He could hear your staticky voice again. "I'm going to intercept from the front," you said, and sure enough, Luke watched you swoop into position.

The TIE-Fighters exploded in a flash of flame and debris. Luke could not see through it, and when your X-Wing protruded from the fiery cloud, he had little time to swerve away. They were going to collide.

"Watch out!" Luke shouted. He painfully watched you through your pilot's window in slow motion as you tugged hard to the right. Your eyebrows raised in terror, and you let out a disgruntled scream as the front of your Fighter collided with his left wing.

The pair spiraled to the ground, crashing into the sand. Luke nearly passed out from the impact, but he managed to keep awake from the fear of losing his girlfriend. You had crashed, too. Were you hurt? Were you alive?

Luke scrambled out of the X-Wing as fast as he possibly could and over to your landing site as fast as he possibly could. There was bent metal and explosive fuels all over. In the center, however, was an intact cockpit with a shadowed shape slumped against the control panel.

"Baby, baby, you gotta wake up," Luke pleaded, tearing open the door. There was his girlfriend: bloodied and bruised and unconscious. He reached out two arms to pluck you from the wreckage, succeeding only in dragging you through the scorching sand. Once Luke was far enough away, he tumbled forward to his knees and brought your head into his lap. Your nose was bleeding, and there was a shallow gash on your hairline. "Come on, babe."

You didn't stir.

Luke heard the Rebel Fighters still shooting at the last of the Empire's forces, and wreckage was raining down around him and his girlfriend. Luke pressed his lips to your forehead before glancing up at the sky to see a medical ship nearing them.

And then you were coughing. You were alive, and that was all he needed.

"Hey, baby. I'm here, and I've got you," Luke promised, grabbing your hand in his. It was warm, a good sign, and you were squeezing it back.

You blinked opened your eyes. "We're both incredulously dumb."

Luke could only laugh through his tears and bring you closer to his chest as help arrived.