A small, insistent voice interrupted Bail Organa's dreams.

"Daddy."

He felt a light tap on his shoulder, which soon grew into an almost vicious shake.

"Daddy."

He felt a much gentler touch on his other arm and heard a whispered "Bail!" from Breha.

The two women Bail loved most in the whole galaxy, who happened to also be the two most-strong willed women in the galaxy, were ganging up on him. Again.

He rolled over in bed, opening his eyes in slits just wide enough that he could see the slender figure standing at his bedside, looking like a ghost in her white nightgown. She was clutching her doll, which had been stripped of its dainty frock and dressed in bounty hunter garb immediately upon Leia's acquisition of it about a year back. "What's wrong, Leia?" Bail groaned.

"I had a bad dream," the child said. "Can I sleep with you?"

He sighed. "Leia, you need to sleep in your own bed."

"But it was scary. There was a Sith with a black and red face," Leia murmured, hugging her doll closer. "Please, Daddy?"

"Fine, but no more holodramas before bed," Bail said, as Leia happily crawled in between him and Breha.

"I wasn't one who told her she could watch just one before letting her watch two," Breha mumbled from under the warm nest of covers. Bail ignored her and shut his eyes, drifting back to sleep.

A half an hour later, he was prodded out of it by a persistent tugging on his elbow. "Daddy. I had another dream."

"A bad one?"

"No, it was a good one. I think. There was a lady who was beautiful and kind- but she was sad." Leia then described in great detail the figure she had seen in her dream.

Sleepiness forgotten, Bail and Breha propped themselves up on their elbows and stared at each other in shock. After Leia had dozed off again, they conferred in whispers.

"You know who that was."

"It sounded like she was talking about Padme Amidala to me."

"But Leia was a baby when she passed, and she only saw her for a few minutes! How could she remember Padme well enough to dream about her?"

"Then you think- it was a Force vision?"

"It's not improbable."

The next morning at breakfast, Bail and Breha were still in awe of what had happened the past night. Bail stirred his bowl of food and asked casually, "So, Leia, did you have any other dreams last night?"

"One," Leia nodded. She shoveled a last mouthful of her breakfast into her mouth and hopped off her chair. "I married a smuggler," she added cheerfully over her shoulder.

As she raced off to grab her bag for school, the two parents exchanged horrified looks.

"Just because one dream was a Force vision doesn't mean the rest are," Bail said into the silence. "Or else we'd be in trouble, with that dream she had last week about Jedi Banthas singing in a cantina."

"You're right," Breha agreed. "Every crazy dream concocted by a child's sleeping mind can't be a vision, and thank goodness for that."

"You don't approve of Leia's future husband? I happen to think our Leia would get along famously with a smuggler," Bail said with a mischievous grin.

Breha shook her head fondly and stirred her tea. "She probably would. Nonetheless, I am content to rack that one up to a simple dream."

"Me, too."

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"Uncle Owen," Luke whispered. "Uncle Owen, I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?"

"No, Luke, you need to sleep in your bed."

"Okay," the little boy sighed. He tiptoed hesitantly to the door, then stopped to look back longingly at the security of his aunt's and uncle's bed. There was a pitter-patter of bare feet, then the child's small figure disappeared in the darkness.

"He's only four-years old. It wouldn't have hurt to let him sleep with us," came the reproach from Beru's side of the bed.

Owen winced. "Yes, it would have. Don't you remember how much that boy kicks in his sleep? Besides, it's better for him this way. It will only make his fear seem more real to him if we act like whatever he fears truly exists." Owen pushed back the blankets and lowered his feet to the floor.

"Where are you going?" Beru murmured sleepily.

"To tuck Luke in."

Beru smiled to herself and snuggled back down under the blankets. Meanwhile, Owen padded down the hall to Luke's room. He smiled when he stepped inside and saw a quivering lump of blankets lying on the bed in his nephew's place. "Luke," he said gently, and a tiny opening appeared in the mound of blankets. Two wide blue eyes peered cautiously out. "Y-yes?"

Owen knelt beside the child's bed. "What was your dream about?"

"Tusken raiders," Luke said in a small voice. "The shadows on the wall- they look just like them."

Owen glanced at the wall and realized that his nephew was right.

"They're just shadows, Luke. They can be anything you want them to be." As Owen looked back at the ominous shadows, an idea hit him. "Luke, I'll be right back."

When he returned, Luke was curious enough to peel back enough blanket that the tip of his nose could be seen. They were already making progress.

Uncle Owen activated the glow rod he had fetched and twitched it back and forth, making the shadows flicker on the wall. Luke gasped and retreated a little further into the blankets. "Stop, Uncle Owen! They're moving!"

"It's not scary. Look, Luke," Owen said. He balanced the glow rod on his knees and raised his hands, flapping his fingers back and forth. The shadow danced on the wall.

"It's a bird!" Luke exclaimed.

"It certainly is. Do you want to try?" Luke's small arm extended from the blankets, fingers wiggling in front of the glow rod. Two ears and a mop of sandy hair appeared from the mound.

"Can you make a speeder?" Luke asked. Owen produced his best imitation and sent a shadow speeder zipping across the wall.

"What about a Gungan?"

"Now that's scary," muttered Owen, but he obliged. Luke gave a contented giggle as he watched the long-legged shadow jiggle and dance. The blanket line had receded to the boy's shoulders, and Owen gently smoothed back the now static mop of blond hair out of his nephew's eyes. He adjusted the glow rod to its dimmest setting so it wouldn't disturb Luke's sleep and laid it on the mattress. "I'll leave the glow rod here with you, Luke, until you fall asleep," he promised. "The shadows are whatever you think they are; Sometimes, you just have to change the way you look at them."

Luke's fingers were moving more lazily now in front of the glow rod, creating a shadow that obviously meant something to the child but held no meaning for Owen. The boy's eyelids were starting to droop closed, and he yawned. "Good night, Uncle Owen," he whispered.

Owen kissed him. "Goodnight, Luke."

Thank you for reading! Again, please leave me a review if there is a certain milestone you would like to see Luke and Leia experience. Have a great day, and may the Force be with you!