A Worm/Star Wars Crossover. Taylor might be slightly TINO, at least in the beginning years of the story – her mother is, after all, in the picture, and bad crap that usually follows her hasn't happened. These little chapters will be ~1.5k words long each.
Also, this is an AU. If I get things wrong from the SW Universe, assume it's all part of the plan.
It was vast and deep. It surrounded all life, all universe – even now it ebbed and flowed throughout galaxies and worlds, connecting and binding everyone and everything living to it. It existed in all realities, passing the boundaries often left unpassed. Life and death, time and space, and the physical and mental were all intertwined together through it – through the Force.
In a galaxy far, far closer than you'd expect, one could find a small system, comprised of a single, bright yellow dwarf, and eight planets with their moons surrounding it. A normal, simple system bearing resemblance to many others, seemingly nothing out of the ordinary.
For this system held a planet, the only planet of the system which had life, and it held Force. All beings had it, and that was the case in this planet of dirt, water and infrastructure. The powerful entities had it, though warped and twisted to their needs. Their creations had it, suited to a single purpose.
And perhaps, most importantly, a woman and her small daughter had it. They weren't as strong as the powerful entities or even as powerful as some of the entities creations, but they were pure, not tainted by the Dark Side of the Force. And in a world so filled with pain and suffering, Light was not easily found or obtained, for the Dark bloomed in such an environment.
The soft patter of steps could be heard in the house, all lights off and most residents asleep. A siren could be heard from further away in the city, and a group of youth was frolicking outside on the driveway, doing what the young do. It was a clear night, with no clouds, and while the light of the city was bright, the stars in the sky could be seen with the moon.
The steps in the sleeping house belonged to a little girl, suffering from nightmares. She was holding on to a soft plushy bunny, squeezing it against her chest and determinately keeping the tears away from her eyes. Her steps took her through the house, little legs carrying her as fast as she could, and soon she arrived at her parents' room.
She tried opening the door slowly, trying not to wake the two up. She was a big girl, and big girls didn't wake their parents up even if they really wanted to. But the door creaked, and soon the girl could hear shuffling in their bed. Her mom had probably noticed. She noticed everything.
"Taylor?" came out the voice. "You should be asleep."
Taylor stopped the door halfway. She really shouldn't be bothering her mother. Nightmares were just dreams, and they weren't true. She could just deal with them herself, and not worry her parents. Taylor started closing the door, hoping that her mom would not notice her. She did.
"Come here, Taylor," she called out. "Tell me what's wrong."
And like that, little Taylor burst into tears and ran inside the bedroom jumping to her mother's grasp. She extended her small arms and grabbed hold, sobbing against her mom's pajamas.
Annette murmured assurances, stroking her hair gently. "Don't cry, youngling. Don't cry. Mommy is here."
"Do you want me to…?" started the husband and father, having just woken up by the crying. He had an early day tomorrow, and so his wife waved him off. She stood up, picking up her sobbing daughter, still whispering reassurances.
"Try to get some sleep, Danny." she said, and walked outside their room to the silent house with her child.
She went outside with Taylor, sitting down on the grass in their backyard. Taylor had stopped crying and had calmed down, only sniffling occasionally. She still held her close to her, giving her warmth on the chilly autumn eve. A plane flew in the sky, leaving a trail of condensation behind.
"Did you have nightmares?" asked her mother. Taylor nodded, wiping her eyes using her bunny. "What about?"
"So many lights," she muttered softly against the bunny. "I dun' remember."
Are you sure? That you don't remember anything?" asked her mother, a small frown on her face. Taylor knew that dreams were sometimes important, not always – her mom had always said that if she remembered any dreams or nightmares she had she should tell them to her.
This time Taylor didn't remember anything, not like some other times. So she shook her head, starting sobbing again. What if her mom wanted her to see something? What if something bad would happen if she didn't remember? The last time she hadn't told anyone about her bad dream, mommy had been disappointed.
And now she couldn't remember anything.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay," Annette cooed, gently squeezing Taylor in a hug.
Her mom then laid back on the ground, holding her against her chest. Taylor could feel the slight evening breeze ruffling the grass around them. A rare silence had fallen over the whole city, only the far-away echo of cars disturbing the otherwise serene night. A flock of birds flew over them both, all heading south to warmer climates.
"Look at the sky, little owl," said her mother, still stroking her hair. "What do you see?"
"Lots of stars," murmured Taylor, blowing her nose on her mom's pajamas. Annette made a face, thinking about her daughter's horrible manners, but didn't comment.
"Well, one day all what you can see here will be yours, and-"
"Moom," she giggled, curling up even closer to her. "You're not Simba's dad! You're not even a dad!"
"No, I guess I'm not," said Annette, smiling at her. Then she turned her attention back to the sky. "But while they're not yours, I can show you them. Pick a star, Taylor. Any star. There won't be any nightmares up there."
Taylor peered at the sky, squinting her eyes trying to see better. At first look, there wasn't that much to see – only a couple of bright spots, some moving, some static. But the longer she looked the more she could see, and while many of them looked the same, some were brighter than the others.
"I dun' wanna bother you, mom," she said, a bit sheepishly. "You said Mirage was broken."
Her mother smiled softly at her. "I think I can fix her before your naming day. I just got new parts, and- well. Don't worry about it. Just pick a star you'd like to go to."
Taylor smiled, nightmares almost forgotten. She really liked space, and whenever mom had taken her flying, it had been so cool. The last time she had gone was more than three months ago, and she was itching to see more.
"That one!" she said, pointing upwards at a star. Mom would know what star she was pointing at.
"Capella?" Taylor nodded. "I don't know about that, technically it's not a star – it's actually four stars, so-"
"Moom!" the little girl interrupted, smacking her small hand against her mother's. "You promised!"
"Yes, yes. Calm down, youngling. Don't let your emotions take a hold of you. I'll take you there," mom said, a soft smile on her. "But now we should go back to bed."
Taylor was soon enough bundled up in her mother's arms, and she didn't complain while going back. She had just gotten promised a trip to outer space, and no nightmares would damper her happiness. Annette smiled back at her, joy bounding through their familial bond. Taylor's innocent happiness often was infectious.
Annette glided through the house, making little sound. She kept Taylor on her arms, her daughter smiling with her eyes closed, serene and calm. A dirty pajama was worth this view.
She was soon at Taylor's room (the girl had demanded one a week ago, since she was now four and a big girl – although she slept in her parents' room half of the time), and opened the door. The hinges were fixed a couple of days ago, so it made little noise. Taylor was soon tucked in the bed with her bunny, breathing softly.
"Good night, little owl," Annette said, and closed the door.