I know it's been a while but here it is (a spinoff of my spinoff) if you guys don't like I won't continue with the story.

I was living in a dream, or was it nightmare?

Xach was sitting next to me in silence.

We usually never spoke on the Falcon.

"Mom, are we almost there?"

"Yes, we just need to go to light speed."

Xach rolled his eyes.

"What?" I snapped.

"You've asked that like eight times now."

My lip twitched, looking for a remark.

"Don't give me your dad's scowl."

"I don't do that."

He got up. "Yes you do, you do it all the time."

He walked up to where my mom was piloting.

I folded my arms, huffing. Xach was twenty-five and my parent's favorite.

He was perfect in every way and was supposed to be the example.

I was nineteen. I remember kids used to wonder how I was my parents child, thinking he was instead.

I feel like I am a mix of both of them. I have Mom's smile, Dad's eye color but that's about it. I don't like to find resemblances.

Xach had been living with us since he was seventeen so my dad could teach him some tricks and now it seems like he's a part of the family. I hate it. He was also my Great Uncle's apprentice. What happened to "he'll just stay with you for a bit"?

He was taller than me by a head and had dark brown hair that seemed to thicken every time he ran his hand through it. When he first came, his hair was short and spiked; now it was almost at his shoulders. His little Jedi used to stick out under his ear but now it was nowhere in sight.

I fixed my dress that my mom chose out, shifting uncomfortably. This was one of the longest trips Dad took. He's been gone for three months and we were finally seeing him.

Mom landed the Falcon and stood up from the pilot's seat.

I got up when she began walking towards me.

"Oh, I love that dress on you."

I gave her a smile and dropped it the second she turned around. This damn thing was constraining my last bit of air-and patience. Ruffles and lace were making it impossible to move.

My hair was up in its usual twisted ponytail, with three ties to hold the length. I was never allowed to have my hair down as long as it was nighttime because my Dad thought it was distracting and got in the way of training.

Xach was the first to step off the ship followed by my mother and I.

My father was waiting, smiling.

He walked over to my mother and kissed her. "I missed you."

"I know."

He looked up at Xach and hugged him and began discussing the Force training he last spoke to him about.

I looked away awkwardly.

I noticed over my Dad's shoulder a woman of shorter stature with a complicated braid on her head walking over to us.

"Grandmother!" I cried out.

I ran over to her and she opened her arms to me.

"Padmé, I've missed you. You always seem to grow every time I see you. And I-wait, what're you wearing?"

"Mom chose it out."

Grandmother smiled. "That makes sense. Let's go inside, hm?"

Surprisingly, my grandmother understood me more than my own immediate family.

She's been through it all and that may be why she understands me so much. Having a General and a Princess as a grandma is kind of awesome. She's also known the Force for years.

"I know what you're going to ask and please don't."

"What?"

"Great grandchildren. Ask Xach. Not me. Ever again."

Xach was like the child my parents never had. The child they wanted.

My grandmother sat down. "But what about-"

"Nope. Don't, please."

My family walked in and my Dad was looking directly at me.

My grandmother got up and walked up to my mom and Xach. My father strode up to me.

"You look...great."

"Thanks."

He chuckled. "Your mother?"

"Yes."

I tried to not look him in the eye. Usually if I avoided his gaze, he wouldn't know.

"That won't work."

Crap.

"What's wrong now?"

I looked at him disgusted. "What do you mean 'now'? Was there a problem before?"

I knew my father suspected something wrong with me, that I wasn't his perfect child. His perfect Xach.

"No that's not what I meant. Tell me what's troubling you."

I relaxed and turned away. "Nothing."

"Padmé-"

"I'm just not feeling good. It was a long trip."

He got to my ear. My blood went cold.

"I know when. You're. Lying."

I bit the inside of my cheek and shook my head a little.

He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, pulling me into his arms.

"You can tell me anything that's troubling you. I'm your dad, you know?"

I hugged him back. "I know."