"BeeYoop!"
"Don't even think about it," he warns the blue and white tin can. "If you tell mom I'll turn you to scraps."
"BeeYooooo…"
"It's not like they said I couldn't." Ben climbs the faded yellow ladder and worms his way on top of the transparisteel canopy. "They just told me I couldn't balance on the railings in the hangar. They never said anything about this."
"Wooooah…"
He harrumphs when the droid tells him again to get down. Despite the order, Ben balances atop the craft making his way over the back and onto the wing. One foot after another leads him slowly across, and he wobbles only a little. A smirk forms on his lips since it's much easier than trying to balance on the railing. Plus, it's nice his mom isn't around. Her gasps are always distracting, and he's fallen several times because of it.
A disgruntled growl sounds, and he sways to the left. Slipping, he grabs the laser barrel of Uncle Luke's X-Wing and holds tight.
"Why'd you have to do that?" Ben grumbles with a pointed look at the Wookiee. Slowly, he stands back up on the barrel. Stretching his arms out, he regains his balance. "I wasn't going to fall until you intrupted me."
He growls again.
"I said intrupted, Chewie!" He makes it to the end of the gun and beams from ear to ear. Turning around, he steps forward on his return journey.
There's a low grumble before Chewie plucks him from the wing.
"Lemme go!" He says, arms and legs flailing around. When the Wookiee gives a low roar, Ben crosses his arms. "Uncle Luke wouldn't care, and Mom would like that I'm off the railing."
Chewie grumbles.
"Dad would, too. He would let me balance on the wing," he objects.
His lips pull down in a frown as the Wookiee brings him back in the house. He lets out a frustrated sigh as Chewie carries him down the hall.
"You always spoil things," Ben grumbles as the wheels in his head beginning spinning. Maybe someone would buy him. Does Dad really need him?
When Chewie reaches his bedroom, the door opens, and he places Ben inside. Lowering to one knee, he looks at Ben and growls.
"Uncle Luke caused problems, too. He still became a Jedi Master," he counters and moves to sit on his bed. "Plus, he balances on things."
The Wookiee gives another growl.
"Six is not too young to be balancing! I know the stories. Jedi were taken from birth." He looks away. Too bad I wasn't.
There's a long sigh from the Wookiee before he exits the room and the doors swishes closed.
Ben pauses for a few moments waiting to see if Chewie will come back. Satisfied the Wookiee is gone, he walks to his dresser and digs through the drawers before coming across his datapad. His grin grows.
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Sitting at the dining table, he picks at his pasta. He's told it's something his dad likes at some smuggler's place. Maybe that's why he's always gone.
"How many times do we have to tell you no, Ben?" his mother asks. Her I-said-no gaze pins him to the chair.
Ben refuses to look at her. It's one thing he's in trouble for his balance beam. If he looks at her, he'll fess up to what he did after the Wookiee sent him to his room. That is something he doesn't want them to know about.
"Ben, your mother asked you a question," his father asks in that You-better-tell-mom-the-truth voice.
He looks at his dad. Heart pounding, he focuses on the problem they know about. Rubbing an eye, he responds, "I wasn't in any danger. All I was doing was balancing."
"On an X-Wing," his dad replies. His father's slightly raised eyebrow lets him know he's in trouble.
Uncle Luke coughs into his glass. When Ben looks over, there's a twinkle in his uncle's eyes. His lips purse to the side. Is he all right?
Blinking, Ben looks back at his dad. "It's like you climbing on the Fall-con."
"It's Falcon, sweetie," his mother corrects and flashes a loving smile.
"That's what I said. Fall-con." Ben shakes his head and looks at his dad. "You get on top of that old ship."
"Old ship?" his dad questions and straightens up. He looks around the table as if he doesn't understand what was just said. "Old ship?"
Ben watches as his uncle continues drinking from his glass. The corners of his eyes wrinkle and there's something loving in his gaze. Movement grabs Ben's attention. Turning to his mom, he sees her cover her mouth, but there's a sparkle in her eyes as well.
"Chewie," his dad says turning to the walking carpet. "A little help."
Instead of saying anything, the Wookiee starts laughing. It's loud and fills the kitchen, but it also has his mom and uncle laughing as well. A smile grows on Ben's face as his dad rubs a hand over his weary face.
Looking to the Wookiee, Ben watches as Chewie laughs. When the Wookiee looks at him, a warmth spreads inside his chest. Chewie's always found him funny. Chewie really does care about him. And he always tries to protect me.
The warmth fades as he looks at the table. A frown pulls his features downward. I'm not showing I care about him, though.
Ben gives a cough and looks up at his mom. "Um… I have something to tell you."
His mom turns to him, and her smile fades. Brow raised, her lips purse together with that oh-no-Ben look.
Before he can open his mouth, there's a knock at the door. Heat floods his cheeks as his eyes begin to sting.
His mother simply shakes her head.
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I hope you enjoy. I wanted something light and funny (and probably a little dark). It's a jaunt into Ben's hinted past, and Luke's as well. While it is an exploration of why Kylo's a bit...yanno, I do consider it AU. Or UA, depends on your point of view.
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