Chapter Four
Destiny walked into her home that night with a grin that could swallow Coruscant. General Antilles had complimented her flying and had told her if she wanted a spot with the Rogues, it would be waiting for her when she graduated from school. Not to mention he had offered to let her train in the sims with the other Rogues.
She jumped on her father from behind his chair. "Dad, guess what?" she exclaimed.
Han laughed and looked at his daughter. "You fixed the hyperdrive on the Falcon so it will never blow out again?" he asked.
Destiny giggled. "No, Dad." Her father always made her laugh.
Han looked at her expectantly. "General Antilles let me take an X-wing out for a spin," she announced. "And was so impressed he told me I could have a spot with the Rogues when I'm done with school!"
Han smiled at her. "That's great, kid," he said. Then he looked closely at her. "You know that anything you want to do would make me proud," he said. "Are you sure that is what you want?"
"Dad, as General Antilles put it, I was 'born to walk the sky'," she said.
Han paled, just a little bit, but recovered quickly. "Then go with it, kid," he told her. He broke out into a grin that mirrored hers. "Don't say you never got anything from your old man," he said.
Destiny giggled and threw her arms around her father. Suddenly Leia walked into the room, frantically searching around for something. "What's going on Mom?"
Searching for those darned papers.
Without even knowing how she knew, she replied, "They're in your desk on the second shelf, Mom."
Leia turned sharply and looked at Destiny, her mouth wide open. "How did you know what I was thinking, Destiny?" she asked.
Destiny just stared at her mother. "I - I don't know," she stammered.
After staring at her daughter a few seconds, her face grew angry. "You must have hidden them from me if you knew what I was looking for," she said. "That's not funny, Destiny. Go to your room."
"What?" Destiny shrieked. "Why would I do that?"
"I don't know!" Leia yelled. "Go!"
Tears streaming down Destiny's face, she ran out of the living area and into her room, and slapped the door control. Her parents started yelling before the door even shut.
* * *
"Leia, you can't do that to her," Han said. "She can't help it."
"What would you know Han?" she yelled. "I've helped it. I've never done something like that, even after I knew."
Han glared at Leia. "I may not have what you have or what he had, but I know she can't do anything about it, Leia," he said. He looked at her pointedly. "And what will you do if Jacen and Jaina start showing it too?"
Leia gasped. "I won't let the same thing happen to my children as what happened to my brother," she said.
"Leia - Luke willingly gave his life to save his only child," Han said softly. "He didn't die because he was a Jedi."
Leia stared at him coldly. "And who would train her?" she asked. "Do you want her to become another Vader?" she demanded. "Why don't you go tell her who her father really is, and then tell her who her grandfather is?"
"Leia, she has to know something isn't right. That dream she had the other night." Han said.
Leia suddenly interjected, "I needed to be at that meeting fifteen minutes ago. I'll be late. Don't wait up for me." She turned on her heel and headed for the door. It quitely closed behind her.
Han leaned back in his chair and sighed. He loved Destiny as his own daughter. He saw so much of himself in her it was almost hard to imagine she was Luke's daughter, and not his own flesh and blood.
Except for those laser-sharp blue eyes.
He knew why Leia was afraid. She had lost everything. Her home planet, her family. and then the brother she had only known about for a few short years. She was afraid if Destiny discovered her powers, she would leave them, and ultimately be lost too.
Han was also afraid, but not of the same things.
He was afraid Destiny would discover her powers, yes. Because if she discovered her powers, he knew she would be angry that she had been denied her heritage.
Han could not feel the Force, but he remembered what Luke had said many times.
"Anger is of the Dark Side."
Destiny walked into her home that night with a grin that could swallow Coruscant. General Antilles had complimented her flying and had told her if she wanted a spot with the Rogues, it would be waiting for her when she graduated from school. Not to mention he had offered to let her train in the sims with the other Rogues.
She jumped on her father from behind his chair. "Dad, guess what?" she exclaimed.
Han laughed and looked at his daughter. "You fixed the hyperdrive on the Falcon so it will never blow out again?" he asked.
Destiny giggled. "No, Dad." Her father always made her laugh.
Han looked at her expectantly. "General Antilles let me take an X-wing out for a spin," she announced. "And was so impressed he told me I could have a spot with the Rogues when I'm done with school!"
Han smiled at her. "That's great, kid," he said. Then he looked closely at her. "You know that anything you want to do would make me proud," he said. "Are you sure that is what you want?"
"Dad, as General Antilles put it, I was 'born to walk the sky'," she said.
Han paled, just a little bit, but recovered quickly. "Then go with it, kid," he told her. He broke out into a grin that mirrored hers. "Don't say you never got anything from your old man," he said.
Destiny giggled and threw her arms around her father. Suddenly Leia walked into the room, frantically searching around for something. "What's going on Mom?"
Searching for those darned papers.
Without even knowing how she knew, she replied, "They're in your desk on the second shelf, Mom."
Leia turned sharply and looked at Destiny, her mouth wide open. "How did you know what I was thinking, Destiny?" she asked.
Destiny just stared at her mother. "I - I don't know," she stammered.
After staring at her daughter a few seconds, her face grew angry. "You must have hidden them from me if you knew what I was looking for," she said. "That's not funny, Destiny. Go to your room."
"What?" Destiny shrieked. "Why would I do that?"
"I don't know!" Leia yelled. "Go!"
Tears streaming down Destiny's face, she ran out of the living area and into her room, and slapped the door control. Her parents started yelling before the door even shut.
* * *
"Leia, you can't do that to her," Han said. "She can't help it."
"What would you know Han?" she yelled. "I've helped it. I've never done something like that, even after I knew."
Han glared at Leia. "I may not have what you have or what he had, but I know she can't do anything about it, Leia," he said. He looked at her pointedly. "And what will you do if Jacen and Jaina start showing it too?"
Leia gasped. "I won't let the same thing happen to my children as what happened to my brother," she said.
"Leia - Luke willingly gave his life to save his only child," Han said softly. "He didn't die because he was a Jedi."
Leia stared at him coldly. "And who would train her?" she asked. "Do you want her to become another Vader?" she demanded. "Why don't you go tell her who her father really is, and then tell her who her grandfather is?"
"Leia, she has to know something isn't right. That dream she had the other night." Han said.
Leia suddenly interjected, "I needed to be at that meeting fifteen minutes ago. I'll be late. Don't wait up for me." She turned on her heel and headed for the door. It quitely closed behind her.
Han leaned back in his chair and sighed. He loved Destiny as his own daughter. He saw so much of himself in her it was almost hard to imagine she was Luke's daughter, and not his own flesh and blood.
Except for those laser-sharp blue eyes.
He knew why Leia was afraid. She had lost everything. Her home planet, her family. and then the brother she had only known about for a few short years. She was afraid if Destiny discovered her powers, she would leave them, and ultimately be lost too.
Han was also afraid, but not of the same things.
He was afraid Destiny would discover her powers, yes. Because if she discovered her powers, he knew she would be angry that she had been denied her heritage.
Han could not feel the Force, but he remembered what Luke had said many times.
"Anger is of the Dark Side."