Title: A Changing Destiny

Author: Alan  (A.K.A:  Qurinas)

Disclaimer: The Star Wars Universe and characters belong to George Lucas and
Lucasfilms.  However, I am writing for my entertainment and the
entertainment of others. I am making no money from this.

Setting:  Story takes place shortly after Luke has formed and been given
command of Rogue Squadron.  The Squadron has taken up residence with other
Alliance personnel at their newly occupied secret base.

Rating:  NC-17.  For:  Consensual sex between adults and adult situations.

Spoilers:  "Star Wars Tales" Comic series.  I recommend that the reader has
read the first couple books of this series.  However, it is not required to
understand my story.

Authors Note:  This has been posted at ff.n and the Luke/Mara list.  If you
have read it in either of those places, it si the same story.  Thanks for
reading!




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Luke tossed and turned in the bed, soft moans escaping his lips.  Still
caught in the throngs of his slumber, his tossing increased and his body
stiffened as a look of pure ecstasy played across his features.  He held
himself there for a moment, his back arched, before his body relaxed with a
sigh of total satisfaction.


He barely had two minutes of peace when the chrono alarmed signaled it was
time to wake up, if he was to make his briefing on time.  However, his
dreams still held his attention.  Without even realizing it, Luke shut off
the alarm, rolled back over and quickly reentered a blissful slumber.




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Commander Luke Skywalker staggered into the briefing room at the hidden
rebel base on Ord Mantell.  He was panting from his frantic run down
numerous stairs from his quarters near the top of the structure to the
briefing room, which was on the bottom level near the hanger.  He was
dressed in his flight suit, which was wrinkled from spending the night
balled up at the foot of his bed.  It was also obvious that he had no time
to hit the refresher since his hair was mussed up and ungroomed.

The only person left in the room was Wedge Antilles, the Executive Officer
of Rogue Squadron.  Luke looked around at the empty seats and groaned.  He
turned to look at Wedge, "Did I miss another briefing?"

Wedge didn't even need to answer the question.  He simply shook his head
then said, "Sithspit, Luke.  You look worse than the Emperor."

Luke nodded weakly.  "I don't know what is wrong with me," Luke sighed.
"I've been going to bed early enough but I just seem to toss and turn all
night."

Wedge leaned back a bit folding his arms across his chest, a grin creasing
his lips as he gave Luke the once over.  "Maybe you've been entertaining
that cute x-wing tech that keeps giving you the 'Wow, Luke Skywalker, Rebel
Hero, eyes'.  Or maybe it was one of the other thousand women who have
thrown themselves at you since the trench run."

Luke sighed, the shy farmboy in him coming out.  His cheeks flushed deeply
and he cast his eyes towards the floor.  "Wedge, come on.  You know I could
never do that."

Wedge sighed, and shook his head.  "Well, maybe you should.  It might help
you sleep."  He grinned devilishly and added, "It's been helping me fall
asleep at night."  Capping off his statement with a wink.

Luke shook his head in response and attempted to change the subject.  "Well,
let's try and get some work done."  Luke turned and started walking towards
the exit.

"Yes, Sir," Wedge responded as he followed Luke out of the briefing room. 

They worked their way through the stone corridors of the ancient castle the
rebels were using as their base. They ascended the several flights of
stairs, eventually reaching the floor Luke's makeshift office was on.  All
previous banter forgotten, the two officers sat down and began to wade
through the stacks of paperwork that needed to be processed while there was
a lull in the action against the Empire.



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Finally back in his quarters after what seemed like an eternity of
paperwork, Luke finished undressing and crawled into bed with a heavy sigh.
He kept on the tank top he wore under his flight suit and a pair of loose
fitting silk boxer shorts.  "I seem to spend a lot of time doing this," he
muttered to himself, thinking about sleep.  "But, I still wake up
exhausted."

Luke sighed as he snuggled under his light blanket.  He felt the cool, humid
air on his face and smiled contentedly.  'At least it's good sleeping
weather tonight' he thought.  Luke drifted off to sleep just as R2-D2 shut
down fully and began recharging. 

As with many other nights over the past few weeks, Luke would find this
night to be another without sleep.
But unlike those previous nights, it would not be because of his dreams.

A soft blue glow began to coalesce in the center of the room.  The light
transformed into a humanoid shape - that of a human woman surrounded by a
pale soft blue glow.  She was dressed in the dark brown robe of an Old
Republic Era Jedi Master.  Her long, straight hair had long since gone gray
and was pulled back from her face by a leather tie.  She had thin and
delicate facial features with deep worry lines around her eyes.

Luke tossed restlessly, almost as if he could sense the presence in the
room.  His eyes open slowly and he sat up in shock as he noticed the glowing
form.  "Ben?" Luke stammered in confusion.  He stared at the ethereal form,
blinking his eyes until they had adjusted enough for him to see.  "You're
not Ben," he offered lamely.

She smiled at him reassuringly, "I, most certainly, am not.  However, he was
a good friend of mine." Her smile continued, encompassing not only her mouth
but her whole face, especially her eyes.  "A very good friend."

Luke swung his legs over the edge of his cot.  The smooth cold stone of the
old castle felt nice on his bare feet.  He stood and tentatively walked over
towards the ghostly woman.  He stood there obviously in deep thought, trying
to think of the right thing to say, but no words were forthcoming.

The figure chuckled softly, "It is alright, young one, we have until the
dawn.  I am sure you will find the words eventually."

Luke nodded shyly and looked into her eyes.  He pushed himself to relax as
he opened his mind to the Force.  He could feel almost a wave wash over him,
as the woman eyes seemed to bore past his flesh to explore directly into his
soul.  The sensation was rather odd and left him feeling slightly
vulnerable.

"You have come further than I had expected.  It appears that you will be
able to garner more from my teachings than I had originally anticipated,"
she commented.  Luke squinted just a bit as he tried to comprehend the
meaning behind her vague statement. 

She gestured for him to move into a more comfortable seated position on the
bed, as she began to pace the outside of the room.  As she walked her right
hand absently traced vine-like patterns along the wall.  The patterns glowed
with the soft blue aura that surrounded her, but faded a moment after her
passing.  She walked a bit, seeming to enjoying the feeling as her feet
carried her gracefully around the room.

"Do you know why it is I have come to you?" she asked as she continued her
fluid dance-like walk around the room.  Luke shrugged and looked down at the
gray stone, trying to hide his embarrassment. 

"Come, come now.  There is nothing more unbecoming than a man who lacks
self-confidence," she scolded mildly.  "You are a hero of the Rebellion and
the predominant heir to the Jedi Tradition."

His cheeks blushed as she spoke.  "I....I..." he stammered.  He glanced up
at her, but quickly cast his eyes back down.

She sighed putting her hands on her hips.  "Luke Skywalker, what ever will I
do with you?"

The teasing comment made Luke feel very uncomfortable but he couldn't come
up with a reasonable explanation for that.  Instead, he shrugged again while
keeping his blushing cheeks hidden from her view by tilting his head further
downward.

"And, what do I need to do to make you stop doing that?" she chuckled.

Luke joined in with a bit of nervous laughter.  After the chuckling had died
down, she returned to her pacing around the room.

She swung her arm to extend her cloak behind her as she turned to face him
and stopped pacing.  As the cloak billowed out behind her, Luke got a much
better view of the body underneath.  He studied the lines of her body
intently, looking over every inch.  He stared longingly at her supple
curves.

She looked over at him and grinned as she discerned the depth of his
appraisal.  Luke gasped and cast his eyes at the floor, shifting
uncomfortably under her gaze.  "Ummm...sorry," he mumbled, not knowing what
else to say.

"It is only natural," she said cryptically, but reassuringly.  Luke nodded,
though his eyes remained cast down as she slowly walked over to sit on the
bed next to him.  The soft glow emanating from her cast itself over his
boyish features.

Luke turned to look at her and his bright blue eyes sparkled as light from
her aura shined in his eyes.  His features softened and he smiled softly as
he gazed at her.  His heart began to beat heavy in his chest as ran his eyes
over her beautiful and delicate features.  This woman was incredibly
beautiful to him, even though she was probably more than thirty years his
senior.

She continued to smile warmly as he looked at her, remaining confident and
relaxed under his yearning gaze.  She allowed him to continue his
observation in a silence that was electrifying and anything but awkward.
She watched Luke's eyes glisten as he licked his lips, running his tongue
over his slightly trembling lower lip.

Realizing that he had been staring rather rudely, Luke shook his head trying
to clear away the fog that had risen up from his heart to obscure his
thoughts and obviously, his manners.  "What, what is happening?"

She reached out slowly and placed her hand over Luke's, which rested on his
knee.  Luke felt a great sense of peace and warmth from her ghostly touch.
"This maybe hard for you to understand," she began.  "But, you are beginning
to realize your destiny.  Your teachings have been cut short by the death of
Obi-Wan.  While there will be others in your future that will act as Masters
and Teachers, I am one of the few who can instruct you in the teachings that
were my special gift from the Force when I was alive."

Luke's brow furrowed as he listened, trying to understand what she was
saying before potentially looking foolish by asking an inappropriate
question.  "Your destiny in this is intertwined with two others.  Tonight,
you will take the first step onto that path," she said, her voice becoming
somewhat husky.

As she spoke, Luke felt heat rise to his cheeks.  His heart was beating
faster and harder, sending blood rushing through his body.  He felt the rush
in his temples and in the stirring of his loins.  After a moment, reality
seemed to hit him.  "I am not sure how to say this, but how is that
possible?" he asked looking at her non-corporeal form.

The Dark Woman smiled at him, "Have no fear, you will see in due time, young
one."

Luke nodded, signaling his compliance before she continued.  "This matter
was complicated greatly by a man now known as Darth Vader.  I am sure you
are familiar with him."

Her words took the edge off Luke's desires and sobered him a bit.  "Yes, he
is the man who murdered not only my father, but Ben too," he said sullenly.
The Dark Woman's eyes almost gave away her surprise, but luckily Luke was
not looking at her.  She had no idea why the boy thought Darth Vader had
murdered Anakin, and did not know that he was, in fact, Anakin Skywalker.

"The list of people he has murdered is long and fairly distinguished, with
mine among them.  He is the reason that I come before you as an apparition,
not as a living being that could teach you the way you should be taught,"
she said, trying to make it as light as possible, but still drive home her
point concerning Darth Vader.  "It was my every intention to seek you out.
To be able to teach you properly over a much longer time," she sighed
heavily.  "Sadly, that is no longer possible, so we are left with only
tonight."

"The future is always changing, and we must be mindful of that.  Your
destiny changed greatly the day I was felled by Vader.  Now, that destiny
has fallen to another," she concluded.  A slightly sullen look replaced the
look of peace and contentment that had been there before Darth Vader's name
had been mentioned.

Luke looked as if smoke was going to billow from his ears.  It was obvious
that the information she was giving to him was beginning to overwhelm him.
He started to speak several times, but stopped himself each time.  Finally
giving up, he sat in contemplative silence.

The Dark Woman stood and made her way to the center of the room, where she
gracefully lowered herself to the floor.  She sat with her legs crossed and
her back straight.  The look of peace and happiness she had first appeared
with had returned to her face.  Luke slowly looked up and when his eyes fell
upon her he stared fixated.  The aura that surrounded her began to glow
brighter.

Sensations rushed over him as he stared.  He felt feelings of kinship and
love flowing off her like water as well as a fiery feeling of lust that
seemed to engulf him.  The light brightened until it threatened to blind
him.  He looked away as the aura collapsed in on itself in a brilliant
flash.  When he turned back, the Dark Woman again sat before him.  However,
she had shed her ghostly visage for one of flesh and blood.

Luke's jaw just about hit the floor as he stared at her.  He sat paralyzed
in shock as she slowly stood from her position on the floor.  She walked
slowly and seductively over to him.  She placed her open hand under his jaw
slowly closing his mouth and gently guiding him to his feet.  When they
stood face to face they were nearly the same height, Luke just a hair taller
than she was.

When she leaned in close to whisper in Luke's ear, he could smell the
pleasant scent of her hair.  It reminded him of wild flowers that grew in
the deserts of Tatooine after the rare rains.  He felt a previously unknown
passion that started in his heart and rushed throughout the rest of his
body.  Luke had never felt anything like it, and yearned to find out what
she had planned for him.

"We have but one night for me to teach you the Tantrik Force.  It is a piece
of the puzzle you will come to know as the Living Force.  It has to do with
the passionate side of love, lust, passion, sexuality and procreation," she
breathed huskily in his ear.

"I am your eager and willing student," he moaned as her breath touched his
ear.  She placed her hands flat on his chest, softly stroking as she leaned
in and their lips met.  At first Luke wasn't sure what to do, he had
certainly kissed girls before, but those kisses had been nothing like this.
He tried to control himself and yield to her, parting his lips slightly.
She pulled back slightly as her tongue crept out of her mouth as she ran in
lightly across his top lip.  He followed her lead and their tongues met and
danced as their lips held the lightest contact.

Soon these light touches were no longer enough and Luke pushed hard against
her lips and their kiss deepened.  Luke felt a cool rush of air brush his
exposed cheek and whip at his hair as a gust of wind rushed in through the
window.  They continued their passionate kiss as the wind rose to a frenzied
pace, rushing about the room.

Luke felt his feet leave the floor as he tightened his arms around his
teacher's back.  The pair floated a few feet off the ground above the bed as
the wind buffeted them and pulled at their hair and clothes.  Luke felt a
sense of movement and broke the kiss to look around.  As soon as he did, he
felt her lips softly kissing the soft skin of his neck before latching onto
a spot near the base of his neck.

Luke gasped as he felt the pressure of her insistent kiss on his neck and
her teeth bite him teasingly.  His rolled back in his head as the pair
floated through the air towards the window leading into temperate night sky.
In the very back of Luke's mind, he felt as if he should have felt some
apprehension at floating through the air, out a window that was twenty
meters above the ground.  However, he felt no fear only desire and
contentment.

As they cleared the window, Luke returned his attentions to her lips,
kissing her hungrily and running his hands firmly but gently through her
hair.  Once their feet softly touched the ground, they hesitantly broke
their kiss and embrace.  The Dark Woman took his hand and led him off into
Ord Mantell's dense forest.

Once they could no longer see the lights from the Rebel base, she led him
off the trail into a wooded grove.  Flowering vines edged the clearing,
which was overhung by a sparse canopy allowing the night's bright starlight
to shine down.  She led Luke to a large willow tree at the northern edge of
the grove and guided him so he stood with his back against the tree.

They stood staring into each other's eyes before she reached out her right
hand to softly caress his cheek before running her fingers through his hair.
Luke resumed his role as student by placing both his hands behind her head
at the base of her neck.  He then began softly running his nails across her
soft skin and allowing his hands to roam to her back.

Luke felt a sensation brush against his consciousness.  Even though, he had
little practice or training touching the Force, he instinctively knew that
is what had touched him.  He tried to calm himself to mimic what she had
done.  As he did, she lunged for his ear catching it between her lips and
kissing it roughly, allowing her breath to escape as she did.  Luke
shuddered under her kiss, just as he was reaching out with the Force.  He
was unable to stop himself as his blood seemed to boil under the attention
his ear had just received.

The Force seemed to erupt from him to crash into the Dark Woman.  They were
both so open to the Force that he could see the patterns being created.  The
feelings Luke had sent at her appeared as a red smoke that danced in
rivulets around her body.  A throaty moan escaped her lips as the sensations
Luke created danced over her body.

"That's it," she moaned as she softly dug her fingernails into Luke's chest.
She quickly dropped her hands to the bottom hem of his light tank top and
whipped it over his head in one fluid motion.  Luke followed her lead and
took her hand, slowly spinning her around so that she was facing away from
him with her back against his stomach.  Luke moaned as she gently pushed her
hips against his, softly grinding against his arousal.

He curled his fingers around the collar of her robe, swiftly drawing it down
and spinning her in the process, she whirled on her toes away from him.  The
pair chuckled lightheartedly as she quickly leaped back to embrace him.
Their lips met and she rested her hands on his shoulders, with her arms
completely straight and her back arched.  Luke took the hint and dropped his
hands to the belt holding her pants and tunic in place.  He quickly undid
the three buckles holding it together and allowed the belt to drop at their
feet before grabbing the bottom of her tunic.

Luke broke the kiss to allow her tunic passage over her head.  He did not
wait more than a second after its removal to reinitiate the passionate kiss.
Luke brought his hands to her chest and softly caressed her breasts.  She
sighed as he stroked her soft, sensitive skin.

Luke decided it was time to take some initiative and ran his hands down her
back until he came to the waist of her pants.  He hooked his thumbs in the
band and slowly eased them over her hips.  She placed her hand behind his
head and broke their kiss.  Slowly kissing down his chest she stopped at the
nipple over his heart, which she took between her lips drawing a gasp from
Luke.  "Initiative, I like that in a student," she said huskily.

Luke pulled at the fabric covering her hips until it fell to pool around her
ankles.  She stepped out of her pants then lowered herself to the ground,
keeping her hand on Luke's neck to direct him to follow.  Luke quite
willingly followed as she guided him to place his head on her chest.  He
marked his arrival by placing a soft, wet kiss directly in between her
breasts before running his tongue and lips in delicate patterns across her
chest.  Occasionally, he paused to nibble gently or increase the pressure to
evolve it into a yearning kiss.

The Dark Woman squirmed under his caress as her breath quickened, punctuated
by sharp intakes of breath.  Luke felt her place the palm of her hand on top
of his head.  He felt a gentle pressure guiding him to slide lower down her
body.  He instantly knew what she wanted him to do and a spike of fear
seemed to stab into his mind.

"Shhhhhh...." She soothed, sensing his apprehension.  "This is no time for
fear.  Fear is of the Darkside, and the Darkside has no place in a union of
love."

Luke felt her soothing caress both physically and from within the currents
of the Force surrounding them.  Her touch eased his fear and reassured him.
He looked up at her, and smiled sweetly, yet provocatively before lowering
his face to kiss her navel.  He placed a hand on her knee and eased her legs
apart.  He slid his body down to rest on the forest floor, with his head
just between her thighs.

As Luke brought his lips in contact with her already quite aroused center, a
deep moan escaped her throat seeming to emerge from the very center of her
being.  Luke kissed and caressed her with his lips and tongue as his hand
slipped beneath the band of his shorts.  He ran his hand along his erection
teasing himself and increasing his passion.  As he felt his pleasure
building, he used the Force to channel that energy to her.

Luke could see the red tendrils emerge from himself to slowly wrap
themselves around the Dark Woman's body.  The instant they first came in
contact with her, a moan that lasted nearly a minute erupted from her.  Luke
continued the assault upon her senses with his lips and mouth, aided all the
while by the Force.

Luke watched as the muscles in her stomach tightened and listened as her
moans became louder and more hurried.  He made one last push with the Force
trying to stimulate every nerve in her body as her body tightened and she
dug hers nails into his shoulders.  Her body slackened as a near scream of
unadulterated pleasure echoed through the glade.

Luke shimmied up, a smug grin on his face.  She took his head in her hands
and met his lips in a soft, sensuous kiss.  The Dark Woman broke the kiss
and softly caressed his cheek.  She smiled warmly as Luke felt something
first brush against his leg before wrapping itself around his ankle.

Luke gasped in surprise as he looked down to see the flowered vines wrapping
themselves around his ankles and wrists.  At first, he resisted them until
he felt a wave of reassurance from his teacher then he yielded to the vines.
He allowed them to lift him from his face down position to a few feet off
the ground, where they turned him over to lay flat on his back, pinning his
arms and legs to the forest floor.   Once he was held in place, the soft
pedals of the flowers began to caress his body as the vines continued their
sensual swaying.

Luke saw the Dark Woman lean over him and begin kissing his chest and neck.
The stimulation created by the flowers as well as her lips were nearly
unbearable.  Every time something touched him, he inhaled sharply or moaned
with pleasure.  He felt his control nearly shatter as her lips came in
contact with his aroused member.

Luke opened his eyes, looking in awe at the Force energy she was emitting.
He could see his body, as well as the vines and her body bathed in a
lavender fog that seemed to cling to everything.  He leaned his head back as
his eyes slammed shut.  Pleasure from the attentions that her mouth was
paying to him, drove him to the edge of release.  As the sensation began to
overwhelm him, he felt a pressure from an area inside his body.

The pressure within his was coming from the Force itself.  The Dark Woman
had applied it to a very sensitive part of his anatomy dampening the
sensation of climax.  She lifted her head to look up at him.  "Not yet," she
breathed.

Luke moved his arms only to have them held firmly in place as if the vines
were steel cables.  He relented and the pressure retreated, but they still
held him in place.  The Dark Woman crouched above him, holding herself mere
inches from his loins.  She slowly eased herself down onto him and a loud
moan erupted from both of them.

As they looked at each other, they could see the lavender fog billowing
around them.  Each caress of the fog created such a yearning and feeling of
love that Luke thought his heart was going to burst.  Slowly she began to
move, building both of their passions.

Luke reached for her again, but the vines held him firmly in place.
However, this time he struggled against them.  His blue eyes flared with
passion and desire.  *I long to touch you*, he sent telepathically, not even
sure how he had done.

*No*, she sent back firmly while holding him securely in place.  She
increased the pace steadily.  Luke moaned and thrashed as she ran her hands
over his chest and the flowers caressed the rest of his naked body.  Luke
felt his climax building in his loins, and felt and saw her stomach muscles
contracting.

They both screamed, their slowly built passion erupting like a volcano.  The
vines slackened their grasp as the Dark Woman slumped forward, burying her
face against Luke's neck.  Luke brought his arms up to embrace and hold her
close.  The two held each other tightly as they snuggled until their
breathing slowed.

Reluctantly she pulled back, eased herself off him and lay down beside him.
They both continued to run Force currents along each other bodies, the
sensations touching their very souls.  The Jedi Master nestled herself into
the crook of his arm.  Soon his body relaxed and he fell asleep with her in
his arms.




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Luke snapped awake when he heard someone pounding on his door.  He groggily
threw himself out of bed and stumbled toward it.  "What is it!" he snapped
as he keyed the doors open.  They slid apart to reveal  a slightly amused
Wedge Antilles.

"You're gonna be late if you don't get up.  Your chrono has been going off
for almost an hour..." he stopped suddenly, leaning forward to get a closer
look.  As he stared intently at Luke's neck, Wedge chuckled, a huge smile
playing across his lips.  "Way to go," he said slugging him in the shoulder.
"She still in here?"  Wedge asked, leaning in trying to see into Luke's
quarters.

"Who?  What in the name of Old Republic are you talking about?"  Luke asked
sleepily.  Wedge placed his hands on Luke's shoulders and steered his not
quite awake Commander over to the mirror hanging against the wall.  Luke
rubbed his eyes and leaned in towards the mirror.  He saw a black and blue
mark right at the base of his neck.  It almost looked like he had been in a
fistfight.

Wedge laughed even harder as recognition came to Luke's face.  "A love bite.
You have a love bite!"

Luke groaned as Wedge continued his verbal assault.  "So, who was it?  It
was the x-wing tech, wasn't it?"  Wedge accused.  Luke only shook his head,
praying he wouldn't start blushing.  "It was!  I knew it!"  Wedge shrieked.

"Enough, enough.  Ok?"  Luke pleaded.  He sat on his bed and scratched his
head, the events of the night before still quite cloudy in his mind's eye.
He sighed as he attempted to order his thoughts.  After a few moments, he
asked Wedge, "Do me a favor.  Get the morning briefing going.  I'll be there
in a bit.  Ok?"

Wedge considered renewing his attack, but decided against it after seeing
Luke's puzzled expression.  "Ok, Boss.  You got it."  Wedge was going to ask
if everything was all right, but changed his mind.  Luke was already donning
his clothes as Wedge turned to exit his quarters.

Luke threw on his boots and took off in a trot down the path he recalled
from the night before.  He quickened his pace as more details came to his
mind.  He skidded to a halt as neared the glade, his jaw dropping at what he
saw and felt.

The glade was overflowing with flowers from the blooming vines.  There must
have been ten times as many flowers as he remembered from the night before.
As a result, the area throbbed with life, which he felt through his
connection to the Force.  'The Living Force...' he thought to himself
recalling the phrase his teacher had used the night before.

Luke smiled weakly and closed his eyes, bringing up warm and pleasant
memories of the previous evening.  He turned his face to the sky, feeling
the rays of the sun caress and warm him.  As he stood, his mind whirled as
he thought about the woman he had shared his first night with.  A woman,
whom he had known for not even an hour.  A woman, a Jedi Master whom had
passed to the Force, who's name he didn't even know.