A/N: This one-shot was inspired by Fekkat's own storyand general comments of Ben being mischievous as a child (as pointed out in the Joiner King).
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His parents had always said how mischievous he was. Ben didn't have a clue what that meant, but he guessed it wasn't anything good. His father always sounded stressed when he listed off the things Ben had done that week that obviously upset him.
Which sounded a bit like what he was hearing now.
"Ben!" His father hollered in distress.
Eight-year-old Ben Skywalker ducked his head. I guess he found it… Young Ben mused. Not that he could help it….it had been sitting there. He couldn't resist the impulse to tinker with it.
"Ben Skywalker, come to the front room this instant!" His father demanded.
Ben sighed wearily and got up from his spot on his bed and cautiously made his way out of his room. He poked his head out and called out, "Yes, Dad?"
Luke Skywalker turned toward his child, a frown line creasing his forehead, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth twisted in disapproval. He was seated on the living room couch, eyes locked with his young son's. On the table in front of him, lay an assortment of circuitry, plating, cylinders, and one distinct green crystal. In other words, what was left of his father's lightsaber.
"Ben, come out here."
"All right..." The boy slunk into the room, remaining a good ten feet away from his father.
"Ben..." Luke sighed and picked up the crystal between his thumb and forefinger." Can you tell me what this is?"
Ben looked up quickly, gnawing at his lip. "Looks like a crystal."
"And where does this belong, Ben?"
Ben fidgeted at the overuse of his name.
"Ben?"
"IN your lightsaber."
Luke sighed once more as he put the crystal down. "Ben…."
Ben groaned.
"Why does my lightsaber look like this?"
The boy fidgeted again.
"Ben?"
"I was bored…." He mumbled, chin tucked against his chest.
"Bored?"
"Yeah, and," He reached up to scratch behind his ear. "I thought it might be astral to see how a lightsaber worked."
"So you took it apart…"
"Yeah." He scuffed his shoe against the carpet.
Luke shook his head. "Ben..." He ran his hand through his hair, not sure what to say about his son's over curiosity. The boy's insane need to tinker with all things mechanical had his parents against the ropes.
"You're not mad are you?" Ben asked, taking a seat close to Luke.
His father stared at him for a moment then shook his head again, this time in reassurance. "I just….Is there really nothing else you can find to do?" An eyebrow arched as Luke hefted some of the lightsaber into his left hand.
Ben shrugged and Luke exhaled once more.
A laugh. "Oh, Ben, what am I going to do with you-"
"BEN SKYWALKER! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SITH IS THIS?" His mother's voice hollered in pure aggravation.
The expression of amusement dropped from Luke's face. He turned to face his son. "Ben, please tell me you didn't."
His son lifted his chin. "I wanted to compare them…since they're both different."
"I see…" He let in a hissed breath, putting the mechanisms back down, and let his hands on his thighs as he moved to rise. "Let's hope your mother is that understanding of your mechanical curiosity."
"I'm not going to hold my breath on that one, Dad."
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