A?N: Okay, this is going to be intense..this will be a two chapter story.

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After Ben had been severely scolded, he was sent to his room for the night. Mara Jade Skywalker looked at the spread out parts—realized something, much to her horror. This was not her lightsaber—it was Luke's father's.

Her heart sank. Luke would be crushed if he were to find out. His father's lightsaber which had rested on a top shelf in hers and Luke's bedroom now lay in pieces. She sighed and looked at it, what in the devil was she going to do?

Well, she could fix it and keep mum on it... She shifted her shoulders...but she didn't like keeping this from her husband, it would be deceitful.

She sighed.

Even if she did decide to go that route, she had no idea where to begin…. She sorted through the pieces…this was not her lightsaber. It had been constructed thirty plus years ago. A lightsaber was a unique weapon, constructed specifically to meet its wielders needs and form.

Mara got up, leaving the mess on a table in the family rec room. She made her way to her son's room, casting a quick look around for Luke, and then entered it.

Ben Skywalker was seated at a small table in his room, lightsaber parts strewed about.

"Ben, didn't I tell you not to tinker with anything?"

The boy didn't respond.

"Ben." Mara stalked over, peering over the boy's head.

"Shhh…Fixing dad's lightsaber."

"Ben..." She sighed. "I know you took it apart, but there's no way you can put it back together; let your father do it."

He turned his head over his shoulder, giving his mother a patronizing look. "It's not hard, Mom. All you do is put the pieces back like they were when you took it apart. Reverse the process."

"Is that so?" She placed her hands on her hips.

"Yeah…" He began to make work on the lighthsaber—and stopped suddenly. "Mom…I can't do it with you over my shoulder."

"Oh, sorry." She backed off, watching him from the doorway. A thought occurred to her. "Does your father know you have his lightsaber?"

"Yea, I told him I could fix it."

She waited a beat. "And he said, okay?"

"Yea," He sighed and looked over his shoulder. "Mom, this is going to take longer if you keep talking to me."

She raised her hands in the air in mock surrender. "All right, I'll go." Mara turned to leave the room then paused, another thought occurring. "Ben….can you fix the other lightsaber?"

He stopped his work.

"Can't you?" He asked, eyes still fixed on the table.

She folded her arms over her chest.

"I could if it was mine to begin with."

He turned around and gave his mother a perplexed stare.

"Ben…the lightsaber you disassembled, did you find it out the top shelf?"

"Yeah…"

"That was your grandfather's lightsaber."

Ben's face fell as the reality of his mother's words dawned on him.

"Oh, no." His eyes dropped back to the table, a look of horror on his face. His head whipped back to regard his mother, eyes wide. "What'll I do, Mom?" He picked at the pieces absentmindedly. "Dad's….gonna go nova if he finds out."

"Probably."

A distressed look came over his face. "What am I'm going to do…" He moaned.

"That's pretty obvious, young man. You're going to have to face the piper."

Another look of horror. "You mean tell-tell dad."

"Bingo."

"I can't."

Mara shook her head. "Sorry, that is not an option." She frowned. "I hope you understand how very disappointed I am with you."

He gnawed on his bottom lip.

"Not only did you violate your father's and my privacy, you tampered with a very special memento of your father's. Ben, that lightsaber wasn't just some lightsaber, you ought to know that. That lightaber was technically the first present your father ever gave me; he entrusted me of all people with his father's sword."

Ben was feeling lower and lower with each word his mother spoke. He willed himself not to cry.

"And don't start with the waterworks." Mara warned. "It's not going to help you this time." She sighed. "Ben, don't look at me like that…your father is not some monster that's going to gobble you up. I can't understand why you have this ridiculous fear of him."

"He's going to be mad."

"Probably." She conceded. "But that doesn't mean he loves you even less."

He turned back to the table and began to cobble the lightsaber back together once more.

"Do I have to tell him now?" He murmured.

"Yes. Trust me it's better to do it now, than wait." She walked over and crouched down next to her son. "You'll feel better."

He considered this."All right…let me finish the lightsaber then we'll go."

"All right…finish up. No stalling."

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