AN: Back here again. Little Han and Anakin are so cute together. Makes me really wonder what it might have been like if Han was actually Force-sensitive and Anakin was his big brother figure. Oh well, this is the Shift!verse. We'll find out.
Cheers,
Eastonia
Drabble 3: Parallels
Crèche, Jedi Temple – Coruscant.
A ginger haired bundle rested in… wait, not that story. Fast forward please.
Agricorps HQ – Bandomeer.
A mother placed her blonde, 8 month old son… not that one either. Fast forward again.
Crèche, Jedi Temple – Corellia.
The crèche could almost be called quiet. Padawan Suteqin had finished off his shift and was preparing to leave and the shift attendance chart had Padawan Skywalker on the night call.
'May you have an interesting life.'
A blessing few ever received. A blessing that the recipients cursed at times. What they didn't understand was that without that blessing, no measure of protection could be given to them. Without that blessing, they would not have the tools they would need to weather the storm ahead in their lives.
Little Han Solo – he should call him Alon now, they had to protect the last of the House of Solo – would realise that one day. As would Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. There the Padawan came now – just as Han was beginning to cry.
Poor Han, not even a night old before his parents had to struggle to hide him.
"Hush now little guy – you're safe here. I promise you."
Ah. Anakin Skywalker. If he wasn't careful he would have another brother-bond to deal with. But little Han was quieting down now. The Living Force is the moment. And the one after that. And the one after that. But it too can bring premonitions. But it is the Unifying Force that shows the connection between the two now.
Three Years Later…
"GET BACK HERE HAN!"
"AHHHH!"
A brown blur zipped behind a 17 year old Anakin as he fought to regain his balance while other younglings came charging at him
"Hey there! Easy, now, easy… What's going on here?"
"Han was mean!"
"Yeah!"
"He took the jet and… and…"
Anakin sighed and turned around, squatting and bending over to come to eye level with the little brunette boy.
"What have you got to say for yourself Han?"
"Sorry."
"And?"
"I should have shared the toys with all of you."
"Good."
A low, warm chuckle was heard from one of the archways that surrounded the corridors
"Well, this looks really familiar…"
"Ob…Master. What are you doing here? You're back early."
"Mission was successful, debriefing was short. I told you it would be."
"There's still that 20 percent when your intuitive deduction is wrong."
"My bad feelings have got us out of countless messes."
"And my premonitions are always 100 percent accurate."
"But never in context."
"Pssh. Who needs it to be in context? Well okay, the Knighting thing might…"
"You're the Sith-killer!"
The other younglings had long since drifted off as they retrieved the missing toy. Han would have as well but Anakin's firm hand – although he seemed to have quite forgotten about it – kept him from running off. And was he glad he didn't. He whirled around to face the Padawan again
"And you're the Technician."
Obi Wan and Anakin looked at each other incredulously. Obi-Wan was hailed as the 'Sith-killer' due to his striking of the final blow that fateful day. Anakin on the other hand knew nothing of any titles he might have had, and neither did Obi-Wan for that matter
"Whaaaa?"
"You know? The guy that repaired the hyperdrive – from scratch! And destroyed the enemy in space, without ever leaving the planet! You are awesome!"
"Uhhh… Thanks?"
Han grinned brightly at Anakin.
"You are my hero."
Obi-Wan chuckled again
"Whoa, déjà vu. Reminds me when…"
"Oh you shush."
Over a Thousand Years Ago…
"Your line is blessed milord. One of the Six will be your son – the son of Corellia."
