Part II - (edited for grammar & typos)
5 Years after the battle of Yavin
Leia Organa glanced at her twin brother, who was returning from an intense meditation.
"Met anyone we know?" she quipped.
Luke's answer was only a mumble.
The princess' eyes narrowed as she studied him closely: he looked dazed, not-properly-back-on-planet. Her eyes narrowed further. "Did you meet him?'"
Luke blinked, wondering at her ability to load a single world with more meaning than an entire speech. "No, I didn't..."
"But you wanted to." Leia said. It was a statement, not a question.
Luke felt his ears heath up. "Yes, I did." He said almost challengingly. "But I...it was impossible."
It was his sister's turn to blink. "Why?"
"Weeell…" Luke started, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his tunic. "According to what Ben told me…his mother sent him to sit on the naughty stool." He rushed out.
One more blink. "You mean, our grandmother made him…"
"No, not her," he interrupted. "It's Ben's mother that…sent him there. And he's not allowed to get up until she says so."
Leia stared at her twin, gaping.
Then, a gurgling sound escaped from her mouth and escalated into unstoppable laughter. It filled the room from floor to ceiling, echoing loud and clear, going on and on until Leia ran out of breath.
The princess leaned back against her chair, gasping for air despite the odd chuckle that still shook her body. Her sides ached as if she had run for miles and tears of mirth leaked from her eyes.
"Oh, you just wait until Han hears that…" she grinned.
Some time later
"…and that is all I can say." Obi-Wan Kenobi concluded.
Luke Skywalker nodded slowly. "Thank you, Master." By his side, his sister nodded her thanks.
Old Ben smiled at the two siblings. He opened his mouth to say something, but another voice came from within the Force.
"Ben? Are you done yet?"
Obi-Wan turned to look at someone out of the twins' sight. "Yes, mom, I'm done. I was just saying goodbye." He replied in the half-affectionate, half-exasperated tone universally associated with mothers.
"Oh, good. Don't close the connection yet, there's someone here for the children."
The children in question exchanged a puzzled glance and turned back to the Force.
Next thing they knew, they found themselves staring and gaping as tall, thin, blonde-haired man dressed in traditional Jedi robes was dragged in by a much-shorter, slightly-heavier and utterly normal-looking woman.
Said woman also appeared to have a good grip on the young man's ear and was currently using it as a handle to drag him forward.
Luke repeatedly opened and closed his mouth.
Leia blinked.
The woman stopped, released the boy and glared at him. "Now, what do you have to say?"
He glared back, but covertly, as if afraid to get caught. "I'm Anakin. Your father." He muttered.
"Don't mumble. Now spit it out already."
He winced. "I wanted you to know that I know what an insensitive, stupid, idiotic…" the not-exactly-endearing adjectives went on. And on. And on. He declaimed the long list like one who learned it by heart from having it repeated to him.
On daily basis.
More than once a day.
"…utterly moronic jerk I've been to you. I know nothing I can say or do can make it up to you, but I'm….I'm…" He seemed to have problems with the following word – in fact, he turned to the short woman and hissed. "Do I have to say it? I mean it's clear that I'm…."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, come on! You know I have a problem with the s-word…"
She raised the other eyebrow.
"Ok, ok, I got it!" He turned back to them and awkwardly cleared his throat "Er….What I'm trying to say is that I am s…sorry. Really."
"And…?" the woman prompted, both eyebrows still raised.
"…And I wanted you to know I'm proud of you. For bringing me down and everything."
"Well done." Leena nodded approvingly. "See? It wasn't so difficult after all."
I'm not very satisfied with this chapter, but that's the best I could do. I decided to post it anyway to celebrate an exam (and cheer myself if the one I have tomorrow doesn't go well).
The other reason is that I love torturing Anakin.
Any suggestion for improvement is welcome: I might get some ideas to revise it.