Disclaimer: There is no way in my wildest dreams that I own these characters… so please don't sue!
Author's Note: My first attempt at a Star Wars fanfic, so please, be gentle with me… AU, based on some of the Corellian book series (Although I tinkered quite a bit). Please R&R, I'm eager to know what you think!! Will be continued…
The Woman of His Dreams
"Swing it in a wider arc. Start high and then swing it low… no- keep both hands on it." Luke sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed to the pulsating light of his sister's lightsaber, his ears tuned to the throbbing that emitted from it. Standing up, he approached Leia, "Look, I'll show you…"
Surprised by his silent approach, Leia swung round, the lightsaber gripped firmly in her hands, following her movement. Luke dropped to the ground suddenly, a grunt escaping his lips as the blue beam floated low above his head. "Luke! My God…" Leia switched off the lightsaber, dropping it into the holster on her hip.
"How about…" Luke began as he stood up, straightening out his tunic shirt, "We leave the lesson for today huh?"
Leia sighed heavily, dropping into the chair that Luke had vacated. She took the lightsaber out and fingered the handle, "I wish I had the power over the force that you do." She looked up at Luke, a look of desperation in her eyes.
Moving beside the chair, Luke knelt beside it, taking her hand in his. "You do have that power; it flows through your veins. Leia, it took me years to fully understand the force within me, sometimes I wonder if I have even reached my full potential yet, but take my word for it, you will get there." With his last words, the door to the study opened and Han Solo walked in, two small children eagerly hanging on his hands.
Standing, Leia moved to her husband, pecking him quickly on the lips before kneeling in front of the children, a broad smile on her face. "Did you enjoy your day with Uncle Chewie? Did he let you fly the Falcon?" Releasing the kid's hands, Han moved over to Luke, patting him on the arm in greeting.
"It was fun," Jaina, the smaller of the twins answered, her hands spread out in measurement, "It was like this big!"
"Uh huh!" Jacen, her twin brother exclaimed hotly, "It was a lot bigger than that!" He stretched his arms out a little wider than his sister's, his eyes lighting arm. "It was this big!"
"Really?" Leia asked, mock surprise on her face. "That big? Wow." She stood up, passing the lightsaber back to Luke. She had accidentally left it out one morning, only to come home from work to find Han pale on the floor and blood on the carpet. First reaction had been the kids had begun to play with it, but part of her always liked to believe Han had been the one playing with it. Either way, she had never asked.
"Hey Uncle Luke!" Both of the twins called out in unison, their eyes following the lightsaber as it was exchanged. "Is that a new toy?"
Hiding the 'toy' in his robe, Luke smiled at the eager youngsters, "This is a grown up's toy, but maybe when you're older…" Luke's words drifted off as the twin's attention did. They watched as Han wandered slowly into the other room, his demeanour weak. "Han?" Luke called after him, his voice falling on deaf ears. Turning to Leia, who shrugged, Luke began to follow Han into the other room.
"Perhaps it's best-" Leia began, grabbing onto Luke's shoulder. Her carefully took her hand off and smiled affectionately.
"If something's bothering him, I'll be able to sense it." Luke replied to her hurt look, which began to soften as he continued. "I promise if it's important, I will let you know. I'll help open him up."
Nodding to her brother, Leia stepped back and took the children's hands, a forced smile on her face. "How about we get some blue milk?" With that the twins yelped in excitement before detracting from her, making their own way to the kitchen. "Good luck," She threw back at Luke before he vanished to meet Han. "You're gonna need it."
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Sitting in a recliner, Han rubbed his stubble carefully, tracing the scar on his chin, his mind running riot in his memories. He thought back to the night that he had received the scar in a fight at home. He tried not to think much about his parents, especially their final night together, but the feeling of the smooth scar brought him back to his cousin, Thracken Sal-Solo and the woman that he had seen today, and how she had captured him with one forlorn glance…
"Han?" A quiet voice echoed in his thoughts. Thinking it was Leia, he quickly wiped the tear that had managed to escape him and stood up, to find Luke stepping out of the shadows. "You ok?"
"Oh," Han muttered, "It's just you kid." He sat back down, pointing at another seat, "Take a load off."
Sitting, Luke stated, "Look Han, I know something's up. If you want to talk about it, I'm here."
His trademark crooked smile filled his face, all apart form his eyes. Luke was sure he could see tears there, but didn't say. "Kid, I'm okay. Really. Just been a long old week. Repairs on the Falcon still need to be completed, the twin's birthdaysare a couple of days away. You know me, I'm not a family guy." He gave a short laugh, the light in his face now gone.
Nodding his head slowly, Luke stood up, his face etched with worry for his old friend. Han recognised this and, although he hated to admit it, he rolled his eyes and motioned for Luke to sit down again. "Okay, you got me, but I don't want Leia to know." Seeing Luke prepared to protest, he added slowly. "Not just yet. In my own time."
Luke nodded his agreement slowly, and sat back deep into the armchair, only to be brought to the edge of it once again when Han revealed the cause of the pain Luke had been sensing. "I had a sister." He smiled gently at Luke, feeling his throat wanting to close up with the mention of her name. "She was called Jaina."
A/N – Hi, I originally wrote this with the background in of their final night together but decided to leave it out and come back to it in the next chapter. Good idea? Bad? You tell me . R&R I'd appreciate any hints or help.
