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Dedication: To the Technical Gurus, Steve and Jeff!

Chapter Nine: The Inter-Years, Year Two

Han Solo, Corellian and all-around rogue, watched quite amused as Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi-Skywalker chased after Dashel Acwellen with their lightsabers. They were chasing after Dashel because they had caught him groping their youngest son, Luke (who by now was twenty and preparing for the trials that would take him into Knighthood). Han was sitting on top of the Millenium Falcon watching the show; ever since the Battle of Yavin almost two years ago, Dashel and Wedge have been vying for Luke's attention. Unfortunately for them, Luke was a little oblivious to the attentions that seemed to come his way; Wedge was patient, just being Luke's friend seemed to be the highlight for the younger Corellian. Dashel was a little more forward; something that was heavily frowned upon by some of the Eireannch Jedi. Apparently, according to Padriag, when Han asked, Luke was royalty because his great-grandfather, Odanodan, was High Chieftain, and Odanodan's brother was Holy Man. Several of Obi-Wan's relatives held high positions within their Tribes thus making Obi-Wan and his family royalty.

Also according to Padriag, Luke's Tribe, Maidin Gleann, had taboos against such forwardness. Especially toward someone of Luke's position.

"Why are my fathers chasing after Dashel?" came the familiar voice of Qui-Gon; Han looked at Qui-Gon who appeared from inside the Falcon. He had just come from treating a wound on Chewie.

"Oh, he just groped Luke" Han said, hoping that he could add Qui-Gon to the chase.

"He did, did he?" Qui-Gon said, "hmm…"

Qui-Gon turned and headed off down toward the living quarters of the Jedi Corps; Han sighed. So Qui-Gon wasn't as short temper as his parents.

"So, I heard Dashel groped you?"

Luke jumped and looked at his brother, who was standing in the doorway; Luke turned a crimson color before turning back to his Lightsaber katas. "Dad and Papa didn't do you any favours by coddling you" Qui-Gon said.

Luke looked at his brother. "Qui, they haven't coddled me" Luke replied, "Papa turns read everytime Dad does something to him… I'm like Papa". Qui-Gon hmmed and looked at the ceiling.

"What do you think of Dashel?" Qui-Gon inquired.

Luke sighed and turned off his lightsaber; "I don't know" Luke replied, "he invokes so many emotions that I doubt I could honestly tell you". Qui-Gon sighed; instead of his parents actually talking to Luke about Dashel and about any other male or any female that seemed interested in him, they chased them away. "But it feels different with Wedge."

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.

"Cody says what I'm feeling is love" Luke said.

"Wait… you actually talked to Cody about this?"

"And to the others… they're the ones that gave me the sex talk" Luke said, "Papa was… well, he tried to say the least. Dad… Dad acted as though I didn't even need to know about that sort of stuff".

Qui-Gon cracked; he doubled over laughing. Luke raised an eyebrow before smiling himself. "Oh, Force, that brings back memories" Qui-Gon said, "I can't believe that our own parents never ever gave either of us the sex talk". Qui-Gon sat down and shook his head; Luke sat across from him.

"Who gave yours?"

"Aleyn" Qui-Gon replied, "I was twelve… and curious about how you and Leia and all babies came from. Aleyn, twenty-two, stammered and blushed his whole way through it… it was hilarious. Course, Aunt Bant also added in her own digs". Luke laughed at the thought of their Papa's best friend, the Mon Calmari that he and Qui-Gon referred to as Aunt. She was a real character; loving moments when she could embaress the hell out of anyone. "So how did Cody and the others tell you? Use a lot of acromyns for things you really didn't understand? And how old were you?"

"I was nine" Luke replied, "and Cody and the others were blunt and to the point… you can only assume what my face was like". Qui-Gon laughed; while their parents had been busy with the Rebellion when they had been kids, Qui-Gon had always looked out for Luke, despite there only being three years difference between them. Neither brother really blamed their parents but they couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if they had been properly raised by their parents. In Qui-Gon's earliest memories, he remembered being in the care of either Threepio, a strange yet doting nanny, or anyone of his Papa's honor guard. Luke had only been a few months old before he was given into the care of this great-grandfathers. "You know… I'm getting annoyed with Dashel; whenever I want to speak with Wedge, he's always there".

"You know… I just thought of something" Qui-Gon said. Luke looked at his brother, curiously. Qui-Gon leaned over and began whispering in his brother's ear; a very evil smile crept over the younger blonde's usually angelic face.

Obi-Wan and Anakin walked into the common area of the Jedi Corps; just as they entered, Dashel Acwellen came running out.

"Wait, Dashel!" called their youngest son, who came prancing out. Obi-Wan gapped at his youngest son, who was stripped of his tunics. Anakin was looking very very red; Obi-Wan raised his hands and slowly backed away from him. Anakin was truly terrifying when angry; Luke glomped onto Dashel, who was frantically looking for a way out of this mess. Before Dashel could find a way, Luke cupped Dashel's face and kissed him full fledge on the mouth. Obi-Wan's eyes rolled up into his head and fainted backwards into a gapping Aleyn, who appeared from the hangar. Dashel waved his hands, comically, as he attempted to get free; Luke pulled back from the kiss and Dashel went running. Luke had to fight a smile but quickly dissolved into laughter as Dashel bolted away. Anakin watched as his son doubled over, laughing; Anakin was beyond confused.

"Alright, what did you do?" Aleyn inquired.

Luke wiping at his eyes, looking at his brother-in-law but was soon rolling on the floor at the sight of Obi-Wan's unconcious form.

Qui-Gon peeked out and grinned.

"It worked, didn't it" Qui-Gon said, then noticed his unconcious parent. "Say, what happened to Papa?"

Wedge Antilles looked up as someone looked at him from over head; it was Luke. Wedge scrambled up so that he was no standing. "Luke… uh, hi" Wedge said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Hi… uh, listen, would you like to… uh… get some lunch with me?" Luke inquired, nervously poking his fingers together. Wedge felt a grin appear on his face before his quickly sobered.

"What about Dashel?" he inquired.

"Oh, you mean about the other day" Luke replied, "it was a plan that my brother and I created to get Dashel off my back. Sure it was a little over the edge but it worked. Dashel hasn't looked at me twice". Luke grinned up at the taller and older man.

Wedge laughed. His rival for Luke was gone.

"So, how about that lunch?" Luke questioned. Wedge grinned and nodded, allowing Luke to take his arm and lead him back to base.

"Wait… there's something I've always wanted to do" Wedge said, bending down a little bit. "Luke… Can I kiss you?"

"Yes… yes, you can" Luke replied, smiling.

Wedge leaned in and, gently, kissed Luke; the Jedi threw his arms around Wedge and they went tumbling backwards into the soft grass. Wedge looked down at the Jedi, who was impishly grinning at him. "So, you want to kiss me again?" Luke asked.

Wedge laughed but leaned down and kissed Luke again. They spent the afternoon together, laying in the soft grass and getting to know each other better and kissing. It was quite clear to Luke's family that he was seriously considering Wedge as his Life-Mate.

TBC