Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters. I just made up the plot and Umber.

Jacen had followed Uncle Luke back into the main room of the ship, at his uncle's request. But now he was here, he wished he had stayed in the freezing control room. Han and Leia looked up at his arrival. Chewie grumbled something unintelligibly.

Luke looked down at his nephew, seeing without sensing the boy's strong determination overpowered by his sense of guilt and embarrassment. Without the Force, he looked somehow younger, more vulnerable. Luke could begin to see why Leia and Han had wanted him to stay on Yavin 4.

Han pointedly ignored his son and instead asked of Luke, "We're getting close on the far reaches of the galaxy, kid. You want to use your Force stuff to get us to the right place?"

"Yes," Luke ignored the sarcasm. He also ignored the 'kid;' it made him feel embarrassed to be called that, especially in front of his niece or nephews. Of course, Han knew that. That was why he did it.

"Okay, come on up to the cockpit with me and Chewie, and we'll see what we can do to accommodate your mighty presence."

Luke took a deep breath and shook his head gently. "After you," he said to Han and followed his brother-in-law and Chewie up to the cockpit.

Jacen watched this exchange silently. Leia watched him. He became aware of this and turned to her. Looks like he would have to face all three adults like Jaina. But they didn't seem mad per se, but more thoughtful.

"Have a seat," Leia said to her son. He sat. "Honey, I—"

Then to Jacen's surprise, she burst into tears.

"Mom?" he asked quietly.

"I'm sorry—I just—"

"It's okay. I promised Uncle Luke I'd listen to you from now on. I mean it. I'm really sorry. It's just—Jaina—"

"Jacen, sweetheart. Something's wrong. It's—I don't know."

"You can't sense me? I've lost contact with the Force. I can't sense Jaina, you, Uncle Luke, anything. And no one seems to be able to sense me. It's strange."

"I know," Leia said, over her sudden emotional burst. "It is strange. But I'm sure it will clear up. And we'll find Jaina."

Jacen nodded, refusing to let himself think about what would happen if something went wrong. Nothing could go wrong. For Jaina's sake.

Han sat back in the pilot's seat, watching Luke in silence, a rare event. Luke, in the copilot's chair, was just sitting, his arms crossed over his chest, his brow furrowed in thought, and his eyes lightly closed. Chewbacca had grumbled about giving up his place in the cockpit to Luke, but now he sat, also in silence, behind Han.

Luke slowly opened his eyes, to see the other two staring at him. He swallowed and met their gazes.

"Pick anything up with that Jedi radar of yours?" Han asked, sarcastically.

"We're closing in," was all Luke said.

"What do you mean by that?" Han asked, losing his edge, truly curious.

"Well," Luke began. "I don't know how much you'll like this idea, but I think it would be best if you let me take over the controls." He put up his hand to stop Han's angry response. "I can land the Falcon safely, Han, and you know it." For some reason, Luke felt exactly like he was back on the farm on Tatooine, trying to convince Uncle Owen to borrow the skyhopper for some reason or another. He shook the feeling off.

"Right, kid. I'm going to let you pilot my ship out to the far reaches of the galaxy!? I don't think so!"

Luke hated using Jedi techniques on his brother-in-law, but the situation called for it.

"I will take care of your ship," Luke said with a slight wave of his hand.

"You will take care of my ship," Han repeated.

"You can trust me," Luke continued.

"I can trust you," Han said after him.

"Full control to copilot," Luke said. As a response, Han typed in a few commands and Luke was suddenly in control of the ship. Chewie growled, but wisely said nothing of the incident.