Luke stood atop the Falcon with Chewie, making some hasty repairs/upgrades. Mostly the latter, but the ship had taken some considerable damage landing on Starkiller. Pausing for a moment, Luke looked up from the engine and gazed across the bustling landing bay. Only two days had passed since his returning to civilization. and he admitted Leia had thawed off towards him much sooner than he had expected.

"Hey! Kid! Pass me the wrench."

Luke picked up the tool and tossed it over the edge, not paying much attention to where he threw it. A startled yelp from the receiving party gave him a quick reminder, though. Luke grimaced slightly. "Sorry!"

Grumbling, Han picked up the wrench, which had come two centimeters close to whacking him in the foot. "Yeah, sure you are," he muttered.

Chewie growled in amusement, and Luke couldn't help but smile. So far, the day had gone pretty well. Granted, it wasn't even noon, but Luke could tell from experience that most bad things for him tended to happen in the morning. So far, so good.

Han reappeared from under the ship, wiping his greasy hands on an even dirtier scrap of once-grey cloth. "Alright, I think we're done here. You can come down now."

Luke easily hopped off the ten-foot drop, Han looking on with pretended indifference. Chewie went around the other side and used the ladder.

The two men stood next to each other, able to forget the hectic morning for just a moment. About ten yards away stood Rey. busily chatting with Poe and Finn.

Luke exhaled slowly. "That's her, isn't she?"

Han slowly nodded, hands pressed tightly together. "Yep. That's my niece, all right."

Luke bit his lip. "Does she know?"

Han heaved a long sigh and shook his head. "Nope. Leastways, I didn't tell her. Pretty sure Leia didn't, either. Are you . . .?"

Luke looked over at Han. "Don't you think you should? After all, you are her unc-"

"No, I think you should, kid. You were always better at explainin' things, anyway. Better that she hears it from you."

Luke looked back at the girl. This was certainly her, all right.

Luke cleared his throat and looked back up at Han. "So . . . how much do you want me to tell her?"

Han hesitated a moment before answering. "Not all of it, that's for sure. Just . . . tell her who her parents were, and who we are an' stuff. Don't tell her about her grandparents or anythin' like that yet, though."

Luke nodded, already picturing the conversation in his mind. Han smiled, knowing that look better than anyone. It was the 'I'm making a reckless plan that nobody better mess up or else look'.

Oh, how Han had missed his friend.

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Luke hesitated for a moment outside of the plain, grey, metal door, and then knocked.

He was rewarded with a 'you may come in.'

Slowly he entered the code, and then stepped inside. Immediately a million thoughts began to flash through his mind, the main one of those being please don't let my sister kill me.

Leia stood up when he entered. Luke noticed that she wasn't glaring at him, but she wasn't exactly smiling, either.

"Luke. Why don't you take a seat? The way she said it, it sounded more like a command than a suggestion. Luke carefully lowered himself into one of the small grey chairs, (seriously, why was everything grey?) and Leia took the one opposite him.

A few uncomfortable seconds passed before Leia began to speak. "Why did you come back?"

Luke glanced up at her, startled. "What?"

Leia repeated her question. "Why did you come back?"

"I-I don't . . ."

Leia sighed and brought up a hand to rub her face. Luke was suddenly struck by how old she had gotten. So have I.

"Well," she sighed," obviously you didn't come back for me, otherwise you would've returned sooner. Now I want to know. Why did you come back?"

Luke winced slightly. So that's what she wanted to talk about. His leaving her to handle all of the galaxy's problems by herself. A good cause for guilt, either feeling or giving it.

Luke chose his next words carefully, conscious of the fact that she probably already knew, what with her knowing the prophecy and all that. "What do you want to know?'

Leia paused a moment before blurting out, "Is it her?"

Though it wasn't the question he expected, it wasn't a total surprise, either. "Yes. Yes, she is."

Leia leaned back in her seat, nodding slowly. Her expression betrayed nothing, but Luke knew his sister much better than that. "So it's coming, then."

Four simple words, but to two certain Force-sensitive twins, they meant everything. Luke didn't reply. How does one answer to imminent destruction already foretold by generations of people?

By saying, "Yes. Yes, it is."

That's how.

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Rey stood with Poe and Finn by Poe's X-Wing, making small talk and swapping life experiences. The only one who really had anything interesting to say about the latter was Poe, though. Rey and Finn listened intently while the pilot described in great detail the adventurous life of a Resistance fighter. Rey found herself captivated, and not just because his stories distracted her from him.

After Poe concluded recalling an exciting battle between just him and a dozen TIEs, Rey excused herself to go and look for Luke, who had promised to teach her a bit about the Force the other day. Striding quickly through the bustling Resistance traffic, she did her best to keep her mind preoccupied.

Eventually, after about ten minute's worth of searching, she finally found the Jedi master, gazing thoughtfully at the setting suns. For a moment she hesitated, wondering if she should bother him, then boldly walked up.

"Luke?"

Said Jedi spun around, but not in surprise. "Rey."

The girl nodded slowly, slightly worried at the way he said her name. "Is . . . something wrong?"

Luke shook his head quickly - nervously, Rey though. "No, not at all. Is there something you needed?"

Rey paused, wondering if this would be a good time to tell him about him, then decided against it. "You promised to teach me a bit about the Force."

"Yes, of course. Why don't we sit down?"

The two Force sensitive's seated themselves on the damp grass, sitting cross-legged and facing each other. Rey kept her spine erect and thoughts on the present. Soon enough Luke began to speak, though in a hurried voice, as though he had only so much time to talk.

"Do you know who your parents are?"

The question took Rey by surprise. 'M-my parents?" she stammered, barely able to register the information. For as long as she could remember, that had been one of the foremost questions on her mind. Now Luke Skywalker, the very man who she believed to be a myth, was asking her The Question.

How very ironic.

Rey took a deep breath. Breathe. Stay focused. "No, I don't."

Luke smiled sympathetically. "When I was your age, I didn't know who my parents were, either."

Rey nodded slowly. Now this was something she had never heard before. Now that she thought of it, all the stories she had ever heard of Luke Skywalker never mentioned his childhood. Luke's voice snapped her out of her musings.

"I was from a desert planet, too."

This time, Rey felt more prepared. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want you to know that you are not alone."

Silence ensued.

"Do you know who my parents are?''

Luke glanced down at the ground, then back up at her. "Yes," he admitted. "Yes, I do."

Immediately Rey's attention directed itself to him. "Tell me! Please," she added as an afterthought.

Luke closed his eyes briefly. "Your mother's name was Jillian Solo, sister of Han Solo."

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