[TWO]

Jon opened his eyes slowly, seeing a sun shine through the glass window above him. He heard a chirping sound outside, one he was not familiar with. He listened to it, and tried to keep his breathing quiet. A crash broke his train of thoughts, and he stood up to see Threepio stepping out of a pile of rubble.

"Oh my," the golden robot said, pulling the hose off of its arm. "This planet is dangerous. I believe it is more dangerous than the sand pits of Tatooine!"

Jon smiled faintly, and glanced around the small room he was closed in. There were objects in this room that were new to his eyes. He had never seen anything before like what he was seeing now. But... it all seemed familiar to him. Somehow, he felt he knew where he was, and what he was seeing.

The wooden door behind him crept open slowly, and he turned around to see Monica step inside. She was carrying a basket, filled with an aroma of different smells new to his nose. He watched her as she moved through the room to join him at the table he was lying on. With a small, gentle smile, she walked over to help Threepio untie himself from the hose.

Jon reached into the basket slowly, pulling out something he had not seen before. Looking at it with confused eyes, he opened his mouth, and took a very small bite from the corner.

"It's called a sandwich," Monica told him, pulling out some more from the basket as she joined him again, Threepio watching them as they ate. "There are different kinds, I hope you like them. That one is roast beef."

Jon examined it, turning it around and around to get a better look. There was brown meat inside, with green vegetation, both trapped by two slices of white bread. He knew what bread was, but not this... roast beef. He took another bite, this one bigger, and got another taste of the food. He nodded his approval of the strange food, and slowly continued to eat.

Monica watched him as he ate, holding her own sandwich in her hand, but too tired to eat. She had stayed awake all night to make the garage a more comfortable place for Jon and Threepio to sleep in. Later, after he had fallen asleep last night, Monica had to carry him inside, which was a harder task than she imagined. He must have weighed around two hundred pounds, although not looking the size. Threepio had turned himself off for the night, and Monica knew he would be of no help to her even if she had turned him on.

Jon's cut on his head was healing, and there were a few scars left on his arms and face. She had given him medicine while he was sleeping, and he had slept for hours. He wasn't immune to pain killers, as she thought he might have been. Perhaps they had something, back where he came from, that was similar. Monica closed her tired eyes for a second, but that second turned slowly into a minute, then into more.

"Monica!" Jon cried, shaking her arm. "Monica, are you awake?"

Monica opened her eyes, and looked around the room. The basket of food was empty, and the sun looked as if it was lower than when she had closed her eyes. "How long have I been asleep?" She asked, feeling drowsy.

"For a few hours," Jon told her, handing her a wet rag he had made for himself earlier. "I didn't want to wake you. You were up all night, so I let you sleep."

She smiled up at him and took the rag to wash her face. "Thanks, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that. I guess my medication was stronger than I thought."

He nodded and leaned back in his seat, eyeing her as she dabbed herself with the rag. Threepio was examining a power tool on the shelf, talking to it as if it were a long lost friend.

Monica turned her head to him, "Threepio, that's a lawn mower. It doesn't talk, all it does it cut the grass."

Threepio looked embarrassed, and if he were human, she would be able to see him blush. "Oh dear, pardon me."

Monica smiled and shook her head, turning her attention back to Jon, who was waiting for her. "What is it?" She asked him.

"You said you knew of me, and Threepio," he said. "I want you to tell me all that you know."

She let out a sigh, and let her shoulders drop. "I can tell you that I know little. I don't know how to explain it, but I brought some things that might make you believe me in how I know you." She reached into her basket, and pulled out a few movies and books. She handed them to Jon, and he looked at them, remembering his learning of Basic language.

"Star Wars?" Jon asked, eyeing the movies.

"Yes, that one is the first one made. It's a movie on Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and Leia Organa. It's their story and how they stopped the Galactic Empire."

"The story is true... that was what happened..."

"Yes, and the other movies, those are of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amadala and how they helped with the Clone Wars."

"Those are true as well."

"The books are of Thrawn and Mara Jade and many other adventures your family has had."

"All of these are true..."

Monica looked at Jon as he flipped through the pages, read through the movie summaries, looked at the pictures. This was his life, and at first she thought it was all fiction, but this was all true.

"Jon?"

He looked up at her. "Yes?"

"Was Han Solo your grandfather?"

He looked down, "yes."

"And who was your father?"

"Jacen Solo..."

"Was that Han's ship? The Millennium Falcon?"

"Yes."

"How did you get here?"

Jon let out a sigh, putting the books and movies down on the table. "I was sent on a mission for my father. He asked me to travel to the Out Region, to try to find my sister. But, I was attacked. Pirates came out of hyperspace right on top of me, and fired at random. I was unaware of the ship at the time, and besides, it's an old model, I was not used to the computer.

"After the Pirates left, we were thrown into a meteor shower. Our only chance was to go into hyperspace. But, we were heading in a direction we didn't know. That's how I came to crash upon this planet."

Monica sighed, "I see... so you did not mean to land here? You just did?"

"That's how I see it."

Her heart ached. It was as if she had felt him coming just for her. It was like he was meant to come down to save her from something. She mentally shook the thought away, and tried to keep her mind at the matters at hand.

"I'm sure we can find a way to get the ship fixed. I'm sure your father is looking for you now."

Jon nodded slowly. "Yes... I just wish my sister is not in any danger..."

"Who is your sister?"

"Her name is Leia, named after my grandmother. Father said she had striking resemblance to her."

She nodded her head slowly, her eyes drifting down to the table. "Why would she be in danger?"

"She was taken away... A pirate group raided my father's station. Leia had no clue as to what was happening, but they took her as hostage for my father. The pirates had no knowledge of me, for I was unannounced from everyone during my birth. So, my father sent me to look for her, and try to save her."

"Maybe the pirates found out about you on your journey? Maybe that's why they attacked you?"

Jon shook his head, "if they knew I was my father's son, they would have brought me aboard their ship like they did my sister. We are too valuable for them to kill."

"Why is that?"

He looked up at her, a look on confusion in his eyes. "That... I don't know..."