A/N: I DO NOT own Star Wars! That belongs to George Lucas and other professional authors.
Han got up and stretched. He wondered where Leia was and vaguely remembered her telling him she had a meeting, before he'd fallen asleep. He glanced at the chronometer and gulped. His nap had last four and a half hours! There was no way Leia was still in a meeting.
Han walked into the kitchen and noticed a blinking holo pad lying on the table. Picking it up, he read,
Dear Han,
I've gone out. Didn't want to disturb your nap.
You looked so cute. I'm either at Luke's or on the bridge.
Love,
LeiaShaking his head, Han put the holo pad down and decided to head off to Luke's. HE stepped outside and let the down close with a hiss. Turning into the main corridor he was greeted with the hustle and bustle of the ship. Han nodded in response to the greetings that followed him on his path. Being married to Leia and having Luke as a brother-in-law, meant you were noticed. It was a little disturbing to Han, who as a former smuggler, preferred to stay inconspicuous. He turned a couple of corners, rode the lift up two floors and walked down another corridor. His footsteps echoed softly as her walked in the empty hall.
Han punched in a code and stepped in. Luke and Mara's quarters were set up with an outer "meeting" room, that almost everyone had access to, and inner rooms with private codes. Oddly enough however, Luke and Mara's quarters were completely silent. ' Ben must be asleep.' Han guessed. He was just pondering on whether to see what Luke and Mara were up too or go away, when he heard a voice coming from the side room.
Unable to make out the sounds, and being Han Solo, Han crept silently towards the sounds, and stopped dead in the doorway at the sight of Luke. He was standing, facing a small shelf on which a handful of holos sat. There was one of Han and Leia sitting in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon; another of Luke and Mara dueling; a third of the twins. Han's heart clenched at the once that rested in Luke's hands; Anakin. Anakin, the son that Han had lost forever. Han glanced up and noticed for the first time the tears glistening on Luke's cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Anakin," Luke whispered. "I failed you. I sent you on a mission with no back up, no fully trained Jedi. A mission that sent many to their deaths, others into darkness. You were killed. Jacen captured. Tahiri and Jaina devastated. Jaina spiraled into darkness." The tears fell faster. "You were an apprentice, a nephew, a companion. You thought of everyone and wanted to save the world. You were daring and brave like your parents. But you also had so much of your grandfather in you. You were a Skywalker and a Solo."
Luke collapsed onto a chair, his head in his hands. Han stared at the Jedi Master. Luke wasn't weak. Han jumped at a soft hand on his shoulder, and turned; it was Mara. She motioned past Han and he stepped aside to let her by. She walked slowly over to Luke and settled next to him, her arms cradling him in a gentle embrace. Luke turned his face into Mara's shoulder and settled there, hugging her back. Han could tell he was still crying and felt awkward. There was also a lump in his throat; the one he knew stood for having lost his son.
He stayed there lost in his own thoughts until Luke calmed down. Then he quickly back away, not wanting Luke to know he'd eavesdropped. On the way back the bridge, since Leia obviously wasn't at Luke's, Han mulled over what he'd seen. Luke must've had a closer relationship to Anakin than I thought. Somehow this comforted him; the fact that he and Leia, Jacen, and Jaina were not the only ones in pain.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Should I add more? Like maybe Luke and Mara's point of view? Let me know by reviewing. I won't add anything until I get replies! While you're at it you can read my other story, I am a Jedi.
