"Join me, and together we shall rule as father and son!"

Vader was reaching for him, grasping desperately, offering help that was un-characteristic of the man who killed Ben Kenobi.

"I'll never join you!"

"I am your father!"

"No that can't be!" He did not wake up from his bad dream. Another bad dream, he was getting used to it by now. He would move himself from a trance to deep sleep, and sure enough, the visions would follow. They showed him his past. The dream changed, and he felt himself cringe in the pain that came with it.

His arm was bleeding, what was left of it, anyway. He was hanging off the weather vain on, no, more like under Cloud City.

"Leia, hear me."

And a good thing she did; she rescued him just in time. He fell and smacked against the shields on the Falcon. He bounced down toward the man—Lando, Leia had called him. He was descending into the Falcon, into darkness. The dream changed.

He was above the moon of Endor, in the throne room of the second Death Star. He was being held hostage and presented to the Emperor, his father's master. Luke was going to strike him down and ended up fighting his father, returning the favor of appendage removal. His father sacrificed himself, throwing the emperor down the shaft and frying all of his systems.

"Don't leave me, Father."

"Don't leave me," he moaned, still trapped by unconsciousness. This time as the dream changed; it was different. He felt darkness coming, but it was not the same; he knew it still was not something to encourage. A feeling in his stomach told him what was coming.

"Callista, I love you, I want you forever."

"I love you, Luke but I can't I just," she said, starting to move away." Not without the Force as a guide."

"Shhh, it's okay," he coddled. He pulled her against him and looked into her eyes.

"You're just so beautiful," he said.

He kissed her passionately, feeling himself growing warm. Their tongues locked inside one of their mouths. He could not tell whose it was, and it did not matter; he would love her forever.she pressed up against him grinding her hips into his. He looked into her eyes again, so beautiful, the grey turned to black that radiated across her face her body all over, until…

"Don't leave me! No! Come back!"

"Luke? What's wrong?" came Mara's voice from next to him on the bed. He felt her reach for her blaster. Typical Mara: shoot first, ask questions later.

"Nothing, just go back to sleep; its okay." He only said it to comfort himself. She was already easing back in a peaceful trance. She was so beautiful, breathing shallowly, her chest rising and falling steadily. No way am I lucky enough to get a decent night's sleep, I guess. Oh well, that's what I get for being a Jedi with a family.

He got up and went to the kitchen. Maybe some hot chocolate can help. He hit the button on the food prep unit aimlessly. Why am I having these dreams? Did I do something wrong? I'm so confused.

"So, what is bothering you?" Mara had woken up and followed him into the kitchen. Her hair was a mess and showed evidence of the other reason he hadn't gotten all that much sleep.

"No, no, nothing. I'm fine. You, ah, startled me." in more ways than one.

"A likely story." She smiled, moving toward him. "What's is on your mind?"

"I've been dreaming lately"

"I know about the nightmares."

"A Jedi does not have nightmares, Mara."

"And Skywalker men don't have a temper, either, I bet."

"That's not very nice, you know," he said, hugging her lightly. Her skin, the warmth she radiated, gave him comfort. Something, anything, was real, not a dream, a vision, just there, existing.

"You can talk to me, Luke. I think I can handle anything."

"I know." Suddenly the earnestness from his farm boy roots was shining through like the Tatooine suns. "It's just from so long ago."

"Come on, Skywalker." She placed her hand around his waist and felt him jolt at the touch. He could be so immature some times. That was what made him cute. She felt his thoughts flowing towards her. The beginnings of his dream were coming to her but he pulled out of her hand and went to the door.

"Out with it." she said. he shook his head no but she knew he would fess up eventually.