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First Floor Garage, Tuesday Evening

Sam was drafting plans for a cloaking device and trying to figure out how to graft it onto the swoop bike. The swoop bike itself was taunting her--it was sitting there, practically begging to be flown, and flown fast, but she couldn't take it with her (no matter where she ended up after graduation) if it was going to be visible. The technology was simply too advanced and too alien.

She also occasionally glanced at the rough sketches Luke had made of his speeder, and was wondering if she should start over and install the cloak on the speeder.

"Hmmmm."

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"I'd tell you to grab a helmet, but we're going to be flying thousands of feet above the ground at hundreds of miles an hour, so it's not like a motorcycle helmet is going to save us from crashing or protect your head if you fall off," Sam folded up her sketches and locked them away in her drawer then beamed at Jack. "You want to get a jacket?" She pulled her leather one on, practically bouncing with excitement.

"Give me two seconds," Jack laughed and dashed off, taking the steps two at a time, callling back over his shoulder, "No leaving without me!"

Sam put her tools away while she waited and started wiping down the bike, turning it on to check the engine, then turning it off again.

Jack came bouncing back down the stairs and ran across the garage to swoop Sam into a hug, now wearing his long black coat. "And you'll let me fly it?"

"I'll let you fly it," she laughed, giving an appreciative whistle, "But first, a lecture."

And she proceeded to give him ~~an incredibly detailed and tech-heavy~~ a short and pithy lecture about steering and flying a swoop bike. "You ready? I'll ride pillion and hold the handlebars, but everything else is all you."

Jack listened very carefully, because he wasn't going to risk screwing up if it meant Sam would get hurt, and nodded when she was done. "I'm ready," he said, flipping the tail of his coat out of the way as he mounted the bike. "Grab the doors, hop on, and lets see how this goes."

Sam opened the doors and climbed onto the bike behind Jack, leaning forward to reach around him and grab the handlebars. "Ready when you are. Don't forget to throttle."

Jack followed Sam's instructions to the letter, and didn't forget to throttle, not able to stop himself from grinning as the bike roared to life. "Oh this is just too damn good," he muttered, stomping on his urge to open it up, keeping it slow as they left the garage.

"No buzzing the town," Sam reminded him, enjoying the breeze through her hair, "It makes the troopers grumpy."

"Beach?" he suggested, glancing back to ensure they were clear, then gunning it and heading towards the water. You could probably hear his woohoo half way across the island as he leaned into the wind, trusting Sam to pull him up if he went too far wrong.

Oh yeah, this was just too damn good.

Sam laughed when she heard Jack's woo hoo and waited for the wheeeeeee when they shot out over the open water. She leaned forward when he did and made sure that the bike was still under control.

The only thing better would have been if she was flying it, not that she was a control freak or anything.

No, not at all.... Speed, Sam, and the sea. Only way Jack could think of to make it even better would be to add another word starting with 's' to the mix, but even he wasn't crazy enough to try it on a swoop bike.

Probably.

He tilted his head so his words wouldn't be torn away by the wind and yelled, "How far out can we go?"

"No further than the edge of the causeway, just in case," Sam yelled back, feeling her hair and Jack's coat whip around her.

He nodded, disappointed but not surprised, and angled to follow the curve of the island, amazed at how damn easy the swoop bike was to fly - though he acknowledged having Sam co-piloting was probably a major factor in that - and glanced down to watch the waves whipping past. "I want one!"

"You can't have this one!" She yelled back, leaning in as they curved around the island. Next time she'd be able to relax more and hang onto Jack's waist, but not yet.

"Awwwww!" Jack grinned at her over his shoulder then leaned farther forward as they swept over the causeway, hoping no one was underneath them. "Show me how to build my own!"

"I'm not sure there's time, or parts! Some of them came from Anakin's home planet." And she wasn't sure he was welcome back there any more, not that she was going to mention it to Jack. "But we'll see!"

He nodded, a bit sad at the reminder of how little time was left, and throttled back, slowing as he headed towards the garage. "Thanks for this, Sam," he said, just loud enough to be heard over the wind, as he leaned back against her.

"You're welcome," she wanted to just ride with her arms around his waist, but they were coming up on the garage and she wanted to make sure that they didn't come in too fast or run into anything. She began reflexively tightening her fingers over Jack's on the brakes.

Jack responded to the pressure, easing down on the brakes to slow them nearly to a crawl as they arrived back at the garage. "Next time we'll go for longer," he said, eyes stinging from the wind but he didn't care, because that had been a blast. "I don't want to push my luck on a first go. Want to swap?" He flashed her a wicked look over his shoulder. "Or I might have an alternative suggestion."

"Not on the swoop bike," Sam said immediately, putting her feet down as soon as they pulled to a stop.

Jack quickly turned the bike off and swung around so he was straddling it backwards, facing Sam. "No?" he asked, looking innocent as he too planted his feet.

"No," she said firmly, but with a grin. "So your choices are either another trip around the island or going back to the dorms."

"Can't I have both?" Jack slipped off the bike and kissed her, hands laced behind her neck. "Around the island then up to my room?"

Sam kissed him, then immediately scooted forward in the seat. "You getting on, or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?"

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