Title: Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart.

Pairing: Luke/Han. Slash.

Rating: T, may become an M.

Summary: Luke's always had feelings for Han, but he deals stoically with Han and Leia as a couple. What happens when it begins to consume him, when he can't fight it anymore?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or parts of the story. They belong to George Lucas, regardless of how much I'd like to own Luke Skywalker. Haha.

Author's Note: This is not my first slash, but my first Star Wars slash, so bear with me.

Chapter Four

"This must be it, Han. It doesn't seem there's any other buildings in the area."

Stopping in front of a little home a little outside the town, we could tell there was nowhere else to go. This little home had to be where Cliegg Lars was living. Han looked slightly skeptical of going in, as if we should not trust the advice of that Toydarian who's name we never even learned, but I was fairly determined. I took a step toward the small home, and knocked on the door lightly. At first, there was little sound inside, but then I could hear shallowed breath and some rustling coming toward the door. An old man answered the door, a crutch at his side where, even though it was covered by pants, I could tell he had a bionic leg.

"What do you want?"

"Cliegg Lars? My name is Luke Skywalker, I'd like to talk to you."

The look on his face suddenly became one of wonder and fear, as if it scared him somewhat that I was there. Regardless, he ushered Han and I inside as quickly as he could, and motioned for us to take a seat in his small living room. I was wondering how he lost his leg, whether it had been because of my father just as I lost my hand, or something else. Han sat just beside me, and my body jolted inside as his leg rubbed against mine, but I managed to maintain my composure so nobody would notice. Cliegg sat across from us, looking weary and as if he was struggling with what to say, so I decided to begin.

"I heard that my father, Anakin Skywalker, and his mother were sold to you as slaves?"

"His mother was...I freed her though..."

"You had a son named Owen, right? Owen Lars?"

"You know of Owen?"

Obviously, he had no idea of my existence, or he likely would have known that I was living with Uncle Owen. It seemed that all the people who were aware of who I was knew, as if they all together had planned where Leia and I would be sent. I was struggling with what to tell him, because I knew he would be hurt that his son had never visited him, or mentioned raising me for nineteen years. On the other hand, the best way to get information out was to tell the truth, so that you could receive the truth in return. It was still hard for me, though, considering I never even got the chance to mourn Uncle Owen's death.

"Yes, he raised me. My father was...not able to."

"What happened to Anakin?"

He clearly hadn't been informed of what Anakin Skywalker had become. Not that I was surprised, many people knew the name Anakin Skywalker and many knew the name Darth Vader, but few knew that those names belonged to the same person. Even Vader had been hesitant to connect the two, hence why I had told him that I accepted that he was once Anakin Skywalker, as if he had become a new person. This would probably be another hard thing to say, because even though I performed the burning of my father's body, I hadn't had time to mourn him either before returning to Han and Leia, and the Ewok celebration.

"He went to the dark side. He became Darth Vader."

"That nice boy? Oh Anakin...what have you done?"

"He remained good, though...at the very end. He saved my life, sacrificed his own."

Cliegg's face had dropped and lifted at the same time. It was evident that he was upset over both the fact that Anakin had turned to the dark side, as well as he had died, but he seemed glad that Anakin had sacrificed his life for me. It was still hard for me to stomach, though it seemed as is Han realized it, since he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I was so glad that I had somehow convinced Han to join me, because I wasn't sure anymore that I could've got through this alone. Knowing me, I'd probably have got myself killed somehow before even reaching this town, but it didn't really matter that much.

"He was such a nice boy...always putting others before himself...he tried to save his mother..."

So Anakin's mother, my grandmother, had died. The thought hadn't surprised me, because otherwise she would've been around somewhere to speak to, but perhaps that had a lot to do with Anakin's transformation into Darth Vader. Had he gone to the dark side in grieving for his mother? Nobody would know, not even Ben knew the whole truth. The only people who would've known were my father himself, and perhaps the Emperor as well. Obviously there was more to the story regarding Cliegg as well, since he seemed upset about the death of Anakin's mother, as if she was more than a slave who was sold to him.

"Do you know if Anakin had been in love? I'm not sure who my mother was, you see."

"Love? I have no idea...brought with him a young woman, though."

"Do you know who she was?"

"A senator, I believe...of Naboo. She came when his mother died."

We had a lead now, at least. Though Cliegg Lars had no information regarding Anakin being in love, he ha given us enough information to search it out. A senator from Naboo, she perhaps could have been my mother. It would make sense, Leia was a senator of Alderaan before the planet had been destroyed, and she obviously did not inherit any political interests or skills from our father. It seemed that the next location we had to visit was Naboo, because even if this senator was not our mother, Anakin Skywalker clearly had connections in Naboo and someone may know. There was still one thing I wanted to know, though.

"What...what happened to Anakin's mother? My...grandmother?"

"She was my wife...horrible though, murdered by the sand people..."

That would've been why he freed her, because he loved her. That would also explain why Uncle Owen was even my Uncle, even considered my family. He would have become my father's step-brother, making him my Uncle, or step-uncle in the least. It seemed there was so much pain within our family, so much death and suffering, that for once I had wished that I was not a Skywalker. No, I had wished that once before as well, but had overcome that feeling. Nodding sadly to my great-uncle, or perhaps grandfather if you looked at it from that point of view, I stood up slowly, Han following my lead.

"Thank you so much, you've helped us greatly. We must go now, though."

"Oh, you can't leave! Tatooine is in for it's centennial rain storm tonight, it'd be too dangerous to go!"

Centennial rainstorm, that was something I had heard of but never seen. Considering Tatooine was a hot desert planet, it never rained, but every one hundred years, there was a great rain and lightening storm. I had never been alive for it, obviously, and had yet in my life to even witness rain. It was a concept which both intrigued and frightened me. The only reason it would be so dangerous to travel is that the immense amount of rain in the sand would make it difficult to walk, and one would get stuck or be sucked down, to never be found again. I was about to protest anyway, though, until Cliegg leaned on his crutch and stood up.

"No, you must stay here. Share this room if you must, but I cannot allow you to leave."

I respected that Cliegg was looking out for us, so that we wouldn't come into trouble while returning to Leia and Chewie, but I was unsure about staying. It wasn't that he worried me in any way, but rather that I figured I needed to hurry on with my mission. Of course, Han knew about traveling in dangerous weather, and kept me from protesting to staying. Our companions would understand, I was sure Leia didn't know how far we had gone, so she could be expecting us to come back days later. As Cliegg left the room, I made my way to the little window, looking up at the small clouds that were forming in the atmosphere of the planet.

"It's alright Luke, we'll just head back tomorrow. Then we can go to Naboo."

"Do you think she's the one?"

"I don't know, kid. We'll find out, though."

Nodding, I knew Han was right. I would be disappointed if this senator hadn't turned out to be our mother, because I was so interested in finding out, but I couldn't go forever without knowing. There was little space in the room where we could sleep, one of us would use the couch but the other would either have to sleep in a chair or on the floor. I was already incredibly tired because of all our traveling and walking through the day, and I lay myself down on the couch, ready to pass out. Han seemed to accept this and sat himself in the chair, making himself comfortable. The clouds were overhead and the sky had darkened slightly anyway.

The only thought I had before passing into unconsciousness was that Han and I would be sleeping alone together.