Author: Lanna C email: dewlannaa@hotmail.com
Archive: ok
Catagory: PWP
Disclaimer: All characters except Mila are
borrowed and will be returned unharmed.
Feedback: "You may fire when ready."
Pairing: Q/f
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A wounded Qui-Gon Jinn takes refuge in a cave
and finds he is not alone.
Timeline: 20+ years before TPM

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Qui-Gon Jinn made his way carefully up the rocky slope toward
a crevice in the mountainside. He hoped it would be large enough
to provide him shelter for the night. Clutching his side he continued
his ascent. Every breath was becoming more and more difficult, more
painful. He knew he had some broken ribs. If he could rest he
could begin to heal himself.

The young Jedi looked back, no one followed. He reached out with
the Force searching for his pursuers. He felt nothing. Either he had lost
them or they had given him up for dead. It was then that he heard
the distant roar of an engine. He turned toward it in time to see a
ship heading for space. The Viken ship he supposed.

The last few steps before reaching the opening were a slow and
agonizing process for the young man. Although his climb was not
so steep that he could not walk, his lungs screamed in protest and
he doubted he could have gone much further.

Minutes later he reached his destination and peered inside. Darkness.
He could not guess at the size of the cave for there was no light. It was
more than large enough for him to rest in and that was all that mattered
at the moment. Bending almost double, he went through the opening.
The pain in his side was excrutiating. Once inside he began to stand
slowly upright when he sensed movement to his left. Movement and
fear. He was just turning his head when he saw a flash of brilliant light.

************

The intruder collapsed. The young woman dropped the rock she had
wielded, then retreated to a corner of the cave. She sat crouching, her
arms wrapped around her knees in an attempt to control her trembling.
She had never struck anyone before. She did not know if the man was
alive or dead. Silently she watched, trying to decide what she should do
next. She would have to step over him to leave the cave and she was
too frightened to do that. The thought of giving up her hiding place was
not very appealing and the Viken might still be out there searching for her.
No she would just have to stay here and find a way to secure the man
lying on the cave floor. If he was alive.

The young woman took a small glow stick from a pocket in her dress.
Activating it, she moved cautiously toward the prone figure. She would
use his own belt to bind him, if he had one. As she neared him she
noticed something shining at his waist. A lightsaber. She jumped back
frightened anew. She had attacked one of the Jedi!

***********

Pain. Terrible pain was the first sensation that returned to Qui-Gon.
He lay unmoving as the events that led him here were recalled. Peace
negotiations between the Diid and the Viken on this uninhabited rock
of a planet. The explosion. His Viken pursuers. The cave. Someone
had struck him. He reached out with the Force, searching. There
was another presence nearby. He sensed a great deal of fear. He
opened his eyes. It was still dark but he could just make out the figure
of someone sitting curled up holding a dim glow stick in their hand.

Qui-Gon craned his neck for a better look at his surroundings. The
movement elicited an involuntary groan. The huddled figure suddenly
sprang to life, hurrying toward him.

"You're alive!" Exclaimed a young woman's voice. "Thank the stars! I
thought I had killed you for sure."

"Not quite." Qui-Gon replied trying unsuccessfully to rise. The pain in his
ribs brought him crashing to his knees.

"I didn't know you were a Jedi when I hit you." She put his arm around
her shoulder and helped him to his feet. "I thought you were a Viken. Did
they do this to you?"

"I believe so." His voice was a whisper. Breathing was difficult again.
He had to rest. The young woman led him close to the spot she had
occupied moments ago. She helped him sit on the cave floor.

"I'm Mila." She said illuminating the cut on his head with her glowstick.

"Qui-Gon Jinn." He felt lightheaded, his eyesight seemed to be failing
as well.

************

When Qui-Gon woke he found that his ribs had been bound tightly
and his cloak had been draped across the front of his otherwise
bare chest. He was sitting upright, leaning against the cave wall,
his belt with his lightsaber still clipped to it was at his side. Morning
light shone through the cave opening. For the first time he was
able to get a look at his surroundings and the person who shared
them. The cave was far larger than he had imagined with a small
pool of water along the back side. The young woman, Mila, slept
nearby, her back against the wall. She was small with long reddish
golden hair that she wore in a single braid. She was dressed in the
style of the Diid women in a simple wrap around dress that tied on
the side. On her feet were sandals with straps that wrapped around
her ankles. She lay curled on the cave floor like a frightened child.
Her shins were scraped and bruised, probably from scrambling up
the rocky mountainside in those sandals.

"Good morning." She said suddenly awake. "How do you feel?"

"Better. How were you able to do this?" Qui-Gon asked
indicating his wrapped ribs.

The young woman produced a small vibroblade from a pocket
in her dress and walked over to him. "I used this to cut your
shirt into bandage strips." Mila stooped down to check her work,
tucking in loose ends hear and there. Then she looked at his
head, touching the lump tenderly. She looked suspiciously at the
Jedi before she spoke again. "Your head is almost healed. How
is that possible? After I struck you last night there was a deep cut.
This morning it is almost gone."

Qui-Gon couldn't help smiling. "A Jedi can use the Force to help
speed the healing process."

"I don't suppose you can use your Force to find us some food."

"That won't be necessary." Qui-Gon picked up his belt, opened
a small attached pouch and pulled out a small capsule. "If we
add some of that water back there to this we'll have enough food to
feed both of us. I have enough of these to last a very long time."

***********

"How did you end up in this cave?" Qui-Gon asked Mila as they
shared their meal.

"I was one of the spotters. It was our job to know where each of
the Viken were at all times. I followed one out of the building. He
met two others near the landing pad. They saw me and started
toward me. I panicked and ran. I kept on running, never looking
back until I heard an explosion. Then I saw a black cloud of smoke
over the landing platform. I climbed up the mountainside a short
way for a better look, but the smoke was too thick." Her voice caught
in her throat a couple of times as she spoke, the fear still not
releasing it's grip on her completely. She looked down at her hands
as she continued to speak. "There were more explosions and I saw
our ship take off. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do so I kept
going farther up the mountain until I found this cave."

"The first explosion was the republic cruiser we came in being
destroyed. Master Yaddle sent me back to the ship to start preflight.
I was nearly there when I felt a surge in the Force. I turned and hurried
from the ship as fast as I could, but was still thrown by the blast.
The other explosions you heard came from the negotiation
structure, which is where I need to go now." He stood slowly, testing
his ribs. They were sore but much improved from the night before.

"You can't!" Mila protested also rising. "You're still hurt."

"There may be people down there that need my help. I will be fine."
He attached his lightsaber to his pant waste then swung his cloak
over his bare shoulders.

"But what about the Viken? They might still be out there!"

"Their ship is gone too. I have to go!" She was holding onto his
arm now, terror in her eyes. "Mila try not to worry. You are safe here.
I'll be back as quickly as I can."

She let go of his arm, nodding wordlessly as he ducked down and
exited the cave.

***********

Qui-Gon was sorry he had to leave Mila. He knew her fears were
not unfounded. He had been briefed about the Viken raids. This
could not be helped though. He had to help the wounded, if there
were any, and see if he could find out what had happened to Master
Yaddle and Master Ch'uul.

His trip down the mountain was much more comfortable than his trip
up had been. The building itself was reduced to a useless pile of
rubble, as was the Republic cruiser in which he and the other Jedi had
travelled here. There were bodies scattered throughout the area. The
devastating loss of life hit the young Jedi hard. Never before had he
been faced with such large scale death alone. He longed for the
wise counsel of a Jedi master.

Qui-Gon began at once the grim task of disposing of the corpses. The
rocky surface of the uninhabited planet meant he had only one option,
fire. It was sickening work but it had to be done. Already scavenger
beetles were boring into the lifeless forms.

Hours later Qui-Gon was still hard at work. Small funeral pyres littered
the area. The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh. He cried
out in horror as he lifted the last wall section of the negotiation building.
Beneath it lay Master Ch'uul in a pool of blood. The back of her skull
crushed.

Qui-Gon carried the Jedi master from the ruins and placed her gently
on the ground a short distance from the structure. Struggling to control
his emotions, he tried to imagine life at the temple without her wit and
beauty. She was only about ten years his senior, yet she had the
wisdom and serenity usually found only in much older Jedi. Tears
streamed down his face as he knelt on the ground beside the fallen Jedi.

************

The morning sun rose quickly after Qui-Gon left and Mila soon found
herself in the dark once more. Using the dim light of her small glow
stick she stacked some of the rocks inside the cave into a pile. This
made it easier for her to move around in the dark and kept her busy
most of the day. She tried not to think about Qui-Gon and what might
be waiting for him out there. Jedi or not he was still wounded. What
bothered her most was the fact that she was more afraid for herself,
hiding here in a cave, than she was for an injured man who had gone
to help others. Mila felt ashamed and disgusted but still could not
bring herself to leave the cave. She knew first hand what would
happen if she were caught by a Viken.

As the day wore on the young woman became more and more
concerned about the young Jedi Knight. She could tell by the light
outside the cave that it would be sunset in a couple of hours. Mila
wrestled with the idea of stepping outside to see if she could locate
him. She was pacing in the darkness willing herself to go when a
sound outside caught her attention.

"It's just me, Mila." Qui-Gon announced as he slipped inside the
cave. She ran to him in the dark, throwing her arms around him
while sobbing quietly. He held her close, stroking her hair. The action
had a calming effect on both of them.

Mila had never allowed herself to be comforted by a man other than
her father before. She felt safe in his arms. For the first time in nearly
ten years Mila felt truly safe. It was a liberating experience for her.
Other feelings began to surface as well. Ones that had lain dormant
within her a very long time. Ten years ago she was just beginning to
explore these feelings and urges when her life was turned upside
down. Now as she stood in Qui-Gon's arms she was glad for the
darkness of the cave so he could not see her blushing. She pulled
away, embarassed.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I was frightened and worried about you."

"That was a much nicer welcome than the one you gave me
yesterday." Qui-Gon hoped he sounded better than he felt. He
found it hard to release her. The warmth of her body had helped
to soothe him.

"Are you okay?" Mila had just noticed the smell of smoke on
him. She took her glowstick from her pocket and activated it.
He didn't appear to have reinjured his ribs.

"I'm fine."

"I don't believe you." Mila could almost feel how tired and
depressed he was. "Sit down and I'll get you something to
eat."

************

Mila prepared to lay in her spot against the wall as Qui-Gon
was finishing up his attempt at washing at the pool in the back
of the cave.

"Here you'll need this," he said handing her his robe. "It's going
to be cold tonight."

"I can't take that. It's yours." She argued handing it back to him.

"I insist. I will not be bothered by the cold."

She thought for a moment then said, "We'll share it."

They huddled together on the floor of the cave covered with
Qui-Gon's robe. Both were secretly pleased with this
compromise. Qui-Gon lay on his back, Mila on her side facing
away from him.

"You were burning bodies weren't you?" Mila asked quietly.
She thought this the most likely reason for his depression and
his smokey scent. There were bound to be fatalities from the
explosions. The bodies had to be disposed of before they decayed.
Fire was the only option open to him.

"Yes."

"Many?"

"I'm afraid so." He sighed.

"Was Ambassador Ryhl one of them?" She asked, afraid to hear
the answer. He was a kind, optimistic man. Mila would hate for
anything to happen to him.

"No, he must have gotten to his ship." Qui-Gon answered.

Mila felt relieved to hear this. She was silent a few moments then
remembered something. "What about the Jedi who were with you?"

"Master Ch'uul was killed when the negotiation building was
destroyed. I believe Master Yaddle left with Ambassador Ryhl."

"I'm so sorry Qui-Gon." Mila turned to face him, squeezing his
arm sympatheticly. She wanted to ease his pain but knew only
time could do that.

"In the morning I will search through the wreckage of the ship and
the building for supplies. There were a couple portable thermal
units on the ship that looked in good condition." He said shifting
the topic of conversation.

"I will help you." Mila said yawning.

************

All the next day and into the night they worked. By the time darkness
fell Qui-Gon and Mila had made countless trips up to the cave laden with
supplies. They gathered everything they could carry that might be needed.
The thermal units both worked. Qui-Gon set one up in the center of
their now considerably smaller living space. It provided ample heat
and light. Mila was especially thankful for the light.

************

Qui-Gon stood just outside the cave entrance staring into the night sky.
Tiny flashes of color caught his eye. A space battle. Their rescue would
not come until that was settled. He folded his arms across his bare chest.
Mila had just removed his bandages. She had seemed a different
person today. Vibrant and confident instead of fragile and frightened.
Perhaps it was only that he perceived her differently. He had been working
on unbinding his ribs when she had insisted on helping him. She took
her time unwrapping the strips of fabric that used to be his tunic. He loved
the sensation of her hands on his chest, her breath on his bare skin. He
wanted to take her in his arms. He longed for the physical contact. He
knew it stemmed in part from his reaction to the massive loss of life he
had seen the day before, but he didn't care. He was attracted to her and
he believed she felt the same.

"What's up there?" Mila questioned when she saw him looking out into
space.

He put an arm around her shoulder and with his free one pointed
skyward. Mila settled close against him, resting her arm around his
waist. She felt comfortable with him.

"Those small flashes of light are a space battle." Her body was warm
against his. "I'm afraid no one will be able to look for us until that's over."

"I don't mind."

He looked down at Mila and suddenly they were kissing. A few seconds
later it was over and they returned their attentions to the stars. Qui-Gon
tried to will away an erection as Mila waited for the tingling in her body to
subside. She was certain her knees would buckle at any moment.

**********

They lay beside each other on a thick layer of blankets spread on the
cave floor. The thermal unit was set at it's lowest illumination point, giving
off only a faint glow of light. Qui-Gon found it difficult to sleep. His thoughts
were filled with the dead Viken and Diids and of Master Ch'uul. Try as he
might he could not release the anger he felt over her death.

Mila lay on her side studying Qui-Gon in silence. His eyes were shut,
but she did not think he was asleep. She watched his bare chest rise
and fall with each breath. She wanted more than anything to touch him.
He was so close.

**********

A loud noise woke Mila from a sound sleep. There it was again! It
sounded like an explosion. She jumped to her feet uncertain what to
do. Qui-Gon didn't move. Boom! Boom! Boom! Her whole body trembled
with fear. The Viken were trying to blow up the mountain! Something
touched her shoulder and she jumped, letting out a startled cry. It was
Qui-Gon standing behind her. Mila threw herself at him, hiding her face
against his chest.

"What's wrong?" Qui-Gon asked putting his arms around her shaking form.

"The Viken have come back to kill us!" She cried.

"What?" There was another loud boom and Mila jumped again. "Mila no
one is trying to kill us, that's thunder you hear. It's just a storm. Diid has a
controlled climate so you don't have thunderstorms."

"A thunderstorm?" Mila lifted her head up to look at Qui-Gon. Still shaking,
she felt quite embarrassed.

Wiping a stray tear from her face with his thumb, Qui-Gon smiled down
at her. Without stopping to think he kissed her. Her lips were soft and
inviting, and they tasted of salt. Mila returned his kiss with a fierceness
that took him by surprise. He held her closer, pressing her body against
his already straining erection. She left his lips to plant kisses on his neck.
Her fingers delicately traced a line along his shoulders. Her touch made him
shudder involuntarily. She trailed kisses from his neck to his chest. Her
tongue circled a taut nipple. Qui-Gon moaned softly, never wanting this
to end. Mila teased his nipples with the tip of her tongue. Her own nipples
were painfully hard and the throbbing in her center made her ache for him.
She was dizzy with erotic excitement as his hands roamed her body. She
left his nipples, returning once more to his warm lips. Qui-Gon slid a large
hand up the inside of her thigh. She was so warm and her panties were
wet. Mila cocked a leg around Qui-Gon's calf, giving him easier access.
His hand was rough and large as it slipped inside the damp fabric. Her
knees buckled but his other arm held her tight around the waist. Her
heart pounding and out of breath, Mila broke from his lips. She rested
her head on his shoulder, savoring his touch. Her hand found the fastenings
on his pants and she worked to remove them as Qui-Gon plunged two
fingers into her opening. She cried out in delight, working harder on his pants.
He moved his fingers in and out of her body expertly. Mila finally managed
to free his engorged penis from it's trappings and began stroking in earnest.
Her body was screaming to be filled by this man! Stepping out of his pants,
he removed his fingers from her body and placed them on her lips. She took
them in her mouth sucking her juices from them. It took nearly all of his
control to keep from shooting his load at that moment. Using his free hand,
Qui-Gon pulled the tie on the side of Mila's dress. The knot came loose, the
dress opened and he slid it off her shoulders and on to the cave floor. He
quickly took her in his arms and placed her on their bed of blankets. He tore
the panties from her body and settled between her spread legs, entering
swiftly. They groaned together as his huge organ plowed up her tight opening.

*************

Mila awoke truly happy for the first time in nearly ten years. Qui-Gon was
still asleep, his head resting on her chest. She could not help but smile.
They had made love over and over again last night. Mila had had her first
orgasm ever. Her first, second, third, she had lost count. She felt as if a
new world was opened up to her, a world she never thought she could be
part of. She stroked his soft hair. He would never know the impact he made
in her life. Her attraction to him had been stronger than her fear. No longer would
she think of herself as a victim! She had a life to lead when they got off this
rock and it would be good! Until then she would find something to do to
occupy her time. Perhaps Qui-Gon would have some ideas.

END