So I'm just doing the initial meeting here, there'll be more about this in another one shots, but I'm brushing against the subject in this one-shot haha.

So here's Chapter Four!

Han Solo...

This should be interesting hahaha

Review and Enjoooy!

Luke Skywalker stood with his father in the shadows of the Jedi Temple Hanger, talking in lowered tones over his sister Leia's most recent mission with his uncle Obi-Wan Kenobi. Apparently the two had hit some sort of snag in the course of getting off of the planet of Nar Shadda, though they hadn't given many specifics after that. All Leia had said was that they were going to be arriving in a junk heap of a YT-1300 light freighter sometime soon. That announcement had been followed by an angry, protestant male voice that Luke did not recognize, though he did recognize the unmistakable sound of his sister's voice rising for a heated argument. Thankfully, the communication link had been severed after that.

"I wonder what got her so upset," Luke wondered out loud, his eyes searching what was visible of the horizon beyond the entrance to the hanger. Anakin was leaning against the wall, studying the many different types of starfighters that littered the hanger while he waited.

"There's no telling," Anakin said with a wry smile. "For all we know, Her Royal Highness could have simply placed her hand in some mysterious substance if this ship is as much of a junk heap as she claimed it is."

Luke snickered. "Let's just hope her bad mood hasn't survived the entire trip and has simmered down for her arrival."

"Yes, let's; I'd rather not have a grouchy daughter on my hands whenever she does arrive."

"Maybe we can get away with leaving her as Obi-Wan's problem if she is in a bad mood; Mother's been grouchy enough as it is with all these debates in the Senate recently."

"I don't think Obi-Wan's going to allow us to con him into that if he's already had to deal with her bad mood for the entire trip. There's a reason he's called The Negotiator, son."

"Just like you're called The Hero with No Fear? The titles you two had in the Clone Wars doesn't necessarily mean anything; I've seen you cower before Mother's wrath before."

Anakin frowned. "That's beside the point. Anyway, haven't you seen your mother on the war path before?"

"Touché. At least we know where Leia gets it from; though I'm sure part of it was you too."

"Me!" Anakin said in a mockingly defensive voice. Luke grinned.

"I've seen you get miffed before Father, don't think I haven't noticed. I'm sure Leia gets her temper from both you and mother."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this blasphemy right now," Anakin said, his grin matching his son's.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Sure Father; just keep living in your world of denial."

"I'm pretty content living in my own little reality, thank you Luke."

The conversation ended as the pair saw the YT-1300 light freighter appear outside the hanger, growing steadily closer. They couldn't quite see if Leia's claim of the ship looking like a pile of junk had merit or not yet, but they did see that it was coming in fast. That had to count for something…unless it was a crash landing of course.

Luke set off in the direction of the ship, stopping a few meters short of where the trash bin of a ship touched down inside of the hanger. The ramp lowered as the ship powered down, and voices could be heard from where Luke was standing; his sister's voice, and the male voice from earlier. Luke was startled to hear a Wookiee growl inside as well, but he didn't get long to dwell on the fact as his sister appeared at the top of the ramp, the pilot of the ship close behind.

The pilot—and also the male his sister had apparently been arguing with this entire time—was a tall brunette that was definitely taller than Luke. He wore scuffed boots, a black vest and black pants, a white, slightly dirty shirt, and a blaster holstered at his hip in plain sight that warned onlookers not to mess with this particular pilot.

His sister seemed to be an exception to that warning.

"—nearly got us all killed!" she was currently yelling at the man.

"I'm sorry Your Worshipfulness; what I was doing was saving your hide! Don't everybody thank me at once," the man snapped back.

Leia scowled. "If you would have just let myself or Master Kenobi talk to them—"

"Those were pirates, Princess, they weren't going to listen to a word you had to say. Also, let's get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person: me." the man said shortly, cutting her of.

"It's a wonder you're still alive," Leia said acidly. The man was already continuing.

"Why don't we stop the arguing and get down to the real heart of the problem, hmm?"

"Oh, and what would that be? The fact you're a laser-brain?" Leia said sarcastically. Luke could see Obi-Wan appear at the top of the ramp, descending at the best point of this interesting argument. Anakin was a few paces behind Luke, watching the fight with amusement.

The man smirked, standing at his full height. "You find me attractive."

Leia paused. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me Your Worship; you're drawn to me," the man said with a cocky grin.

"Why you half-witted, scruffy looking, nerf hearder!" Leia exclaimed sharply.

The man frowned. "Who's scruffy looking?"

"You are the daftest—"

The man had already recovered. "Am I? Then why are you still talking to me? Afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a goodbye kiss?"

"I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee," Leia said acidly. Over by the edge of the ramp where the Wookiee and Obi-Wan were watching the argument, the Wookiee roared in protest at being dragged into the conversation.

The man pointed a finger at her threateningly. "I could arrange that! You could use a good kiss!"

Leia gave a huff of frustration, turning away from the man before her eyes fell on Luke.

He really did not like the glint that appeared in her eyes.

Leia turned back to the man, standing straight and tall. "You're right, I could!"

Before the man could come up with a witty comeback, Leia turned on her heel and marched up to Luke, grabbed both sides of his face, and kissed him full on the lips much to everyone in the hanger's shock.

Unfortunately for Luke, his sister took her own sweet time in pulling away, stepping back from Luke and giving the man a brief nod before she turned and stormed out of the hanger.

Luke stood in utmost shock, his face turning red from the gazes that he could feel burning into him, including the jealous face of the pilot. Said pilot approached him, studying Luke up and down with an expert eye before extending a hand.

"Han Solo," the pilot said tersely. Luke shook Han Solo's hand firmly, noticing the slightly excess pressure that the man was applying in the handshake.

"Luke," Luke said confidently, realizing the pilot was sizing him up as competition. He might not be competition, but Luke was still Leia's brother and wanted to be thought of as a force to be reckoned with.

Han sized Luke up one more time before he finally spoke up. "So, you and her…"

"Are related," Luke cut in quickly, cocking an eyebrow. "She's my sister."

Han reared back in slight shock. "Your sister? Then what was—"

"I'm guessing that was her getting you off her back; I wish she would have done it some other way though," Luke said with a sheepish grin.

Han made a point of looking down at Luke, who stood a whole head shorter than Han. "So, you're the one I have to go through when it comes to her?"

Luke's eyebrows raised in slight surprise at Han's straightforwardness. "Well, there's still our father to go through."

Han circled to just behind Luke, sparing a glance back at his junk heap of a ship. "Oh? And who would that be, the crazy old man still standing by my ship with Chewy?"

"No, that would be me," Anakin rumbled in his deepest, most serious tone as he clasped Han's shoulder in a firm grip from behind. Luke smirked, recognizing Anakin being an intimidating, protective, possessive father to the best of his abilities.

It helped that Anakin was even taller than Han and was much more built muscle wise than the cocky pilot.

Han turned, eyes riveted on Anakin's intimidating form as he subconsciously took a step back. "Ah…pleasure to meet you…"

"Anakin; Anakin Skywalker," Anakin said, shaking Han's hand in what Luke suspected was a near bone-crushing grip. To Han's credit, the pilot didn't even wince.

"Han Solo," Han said, sounding much more confident than he looked. He seemed to shrink a little when Anakin put an arm around the pilot's shoulders, already starting to lead the poor man away.

"How about you and I take a short walk? I'm sure you have a lot to tell me about Captain Solo," Anakin said lightly. Luke chuckled slightly.

How he wished he could be a fly on the wall for this conversation; Anakin was notorious for his 'stay away from my daughter' talks, and Luke was absolutely sure that was what Han was about to hear.

The smile slipped off of Luke's face as he looked back in the direction Leia had run off in.

Now to find his sister and set some ground rules to keep her from kissing him like that ever again; especially in front of everyone to deter another male…

If you wan't to see the Anakin/Han Stay Away From My Daughter conversation...

You just have to ask nicely mwahahahahaha!