Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Star Wars characters. I just made up the plot and Umber. Please, please bear in mind that I wrote this a while ago, and it is not my best writing.

Luke Skywalker grinned over the holo board at Han.

"Checkmate."

Han leaned back and laughed. "Not bad, kid. Now let's play sabacc and you can learn how to lose."

"Or you can get better at losing," Luke teased, even though he knew Han was the best sabacc player around. He had won the Falcon in a game of sabacc.

"Pardon me, Master Han."

Han looked up at Threepio, who had just entered and was standing beside his stumpy counterpart.

"What is it, Goldenrod?"

"Well," Threepio began. "Artoo and I have been running pre-req. tests, which, by the way, have not been run is over eight standard years—" Luke tried unsuccessfully to stifle his laughter. Han shot him a wounded look. "—anyway, Artoo is insisting that there is an intruder on board."

"What!?" Han jumped up, proposed sabacc game forgotten. For the first time, Leia looked up from the book she had been reading.

"I'll go ask Chewie to run extra checks," she said and left for the cockpit.

Han reached for his blaster. Luke put a restraining hand on his arm.

"I don't sense anything," he said, bewildered. Artoo was never wrong about these things, but his Jedi senses rarely failed him.

"Weird," Han said. "But I'm not knocking Stumpy's sensors. He's never been wrong before."

Artoo whined at being called a name.

"Quiet Artoo," Luke urged, putting a hand on the handle of his lightsaber.

Han's forehead crinkled in concentration, and then he motioned to Luke. Together, they pulled a tile up, off of the ship. Huddled in the corner of the secret smuggling compartment was—

"Jacen!?" Luke gasped as Han hauled the boy out by the collar of his tunic.

Jacen hung his head as the two adults looked at him, quite angrily.

"I can't believe it," Luke murmured.

"Believe it," Han said grimly.

"No, I mean I couldn't sense him. Leia obviously couldn't either."

"Look," Han said. "It's not time to bicker about who sensed who." Jacen didn't like the look on his face. Not at all. Uncle Luke's face wasn't any more promising.

Luke was looking at him sorrowfully, just as he'd predicted. "I thought I could trust you, Jacen," he rebuked gently.

"What's going on?" Leia demanded from the doorway. Chewie filled the whole doorway behind her. Leia rushed in. "Jacen!?"

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "Jaina would've done it."

Han glanced at his wife. "I'll take care of it."

She nodded and Jacen gulped.

The door to the cockpit slid shut silently. Jacen was left alone with his father. At least he only had to face one of them and only once. When Jaina had pulled this stunt, she had to face all of them, separately. He wished she were by his side. Whenever Dad punished the two them, Jaina had a way of talking around the issue and getting them out of trouble. Mom said she got it from her father, who could talk his way out of anything.

"Jacen?" It was a question.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"I'll bet you are."

"Really. I'm just worried about Jaina."

"I wish you could've 'just worried' back on Yavin 4."

"Dad—"

"No," Han said tiredly. Jacen was surprised. Usually, Dad was the one to blow up and yell, while Mom and Uncle Luke made you feel guilty. Now Han was acting like them. Jacen was suspicious. What was the catch? "I don't want to hear your little excuses anymore. I wanted you safe, Jacen. Your mother wanted you safe. She wanted at least one of her children to be able to make it."

Jacen was shocked at his father's forwardness. "Dad, I—"

Again he was cut off. "You will listen to me, Jacen. If I had my way, I'd put you in an escape pod programmed for the nearest planet. However, the planets around here are mostly Imperial-friendly, and that would not be the safest thing. So you have to come along. But when we get back to Yavin 4, you and I are going to have a little, ahem, talk."

Jacen gulped again. There was the catch. Han's threat was a true one, he was sure. One that he had good reason to be afraid of.