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A/N: Okay, this chapter had me in hysterics as I wrote it, I can only hope it will be the same for you all! Thanks to my beta Toni for whippin' me into shape and commanding me to write more!

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Chapter Five: Seeing Red

If anyone had seen Anakin Skywalker at that moment, they would have laughed. He had thoroughly prepared himself for his daytime snooping expedition. When Padmé had left that morning, he had urged both Luke and Leia to accompany her to the spaceport on Theed, which left Anakin alone in the house with Han for a while.

He had put on his darkest colour Jedi robes for camouflage. The guest room didn't have a lot of light and Han most likely would have the shades drawn.

He knew what he was doing was wrong.

It was deceptive.

It was untrustworthy.

It wasn't the proper Jedi thing to do.

But Anakin was going to do it anyway.

He crept along the familiar hallway as quietly as possible. Looking in, he saw that the room had already been turned into a mess. While this annoyed him, it was hardly enough evidence to convict the man. He needed something concrete about him to tie him to whatever deeds his children had been doing.

A small bag sat on the wooden chair in the corner of the room. It was opened and had the clothes Han had worn yesterday in it. Curious, he searched through the bag. Only more clothes. He dug deeper and a smaller item caught his attention. He lifted it out.

It was small, red and lacy with a thin fabric. Bringing it closer to see more clearly, Anakin was suddenly very mortified.

It was a woman's thong.

With a horrified look on his face, he flung the offending item in shock and disgust. What on earth was Captain Solo doing with women's underwear in his bag!

Turning, he discovered he had accidentally flung it onto the bed where Solo was currently sleeping. He didn't want to be here any longer, Anakin decided. But he had to put it away to hide his snooping.

Silently cursing, he tiptoed over to the bed. Solo had kicked off half the blankets and currently was drooling on his pillow. Anakin moved closer and used the Force to pick up the red number and put it back in the bag.

Silently thanking the stars on his success, he turned to leave. He wasn't sure he wanted to delve into Solo's personal life much more at this level. Unfortunately, in his snooping Anakin's lightsaber had fallen off his belt and onto the floor.

It was pure luck that he tripped over it on his way out of the room, causing a crash loud enough to wake up Owen and Beru on Tatooine.

Busted.

Han Solo rapidly sprung up in bed. The noise had woken him. Glancing around the room, he tried to remember where he was. It was when he saw the tall man wearing Jedi robes standing in the middle of his room that he remembered.

It was Leia's father. But why was he in his room?

"Hey! What are you doing in here!" he demanded.

Think fast, Anakin thought to himself- except no explanation came. So he had to rely on something else.

"I'm not doing anything in here," he said, while waving his hand.

Good old Jedi mind tricks!

Except for some reason this one wasn't working. Han's face got redder.

"Excuse me, Paps?"

"Go back to sleep," Anakin tried again. Still to no avail.

Sith…

"Get out of here!" he ordered furiously.

Sheepishly, Anakin made a quick exit from the room, remembering to pick up his lightsaber.

So much for Jedi stealth…

By the time Han had managed to make himself presentable, both Luke and Leia had returned from the Theed Spaceport. He was still pretty angry at having found the Princess' father snooping in his room this morning.

She sure had one overprotective daddy; and a Jedi no less! Han had heard all kinds of stories about the Jedi during his travels. Since he was a smuggler, most of the stories came with a bottle of Corellian whiskey and the odd game of Sabacc.

Han thought it was all ridiculous. The Force didn't exist in his opinion and the hokey religion was used to scare off petty criminals like him and his friends. So in short, Han Solo wasn't afraid of any Jedi. What Han Solo was uncomfortable with was a hypersensitive father.

Anakin Skywalker had been giving him frightening glares ever since he had arrived. He suspected it had something to do with the fact that Han was obviously attracted to his daughter.

But how did he know? Ever since he and Chewbacca had met the twins in a shady bar in Mos Eisley, he and Leia had bickered non-stop. At first he thought her to be a spoilt and stuck-up girl, obsessed with the fame that came with being a Skywalker. Slowly, as they had begun to help each other she had shown how passionate a woman she was.

A blush crept up the infamous Han Solo's face as he remembered the kiss they had shared in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. That girl sure could kiss!

Han grimaced as he repeated that sentence in his head. Girl. Was he a complete idiot? He had gotten involved in a couple of kid's escapades and with the promise of a reward for his efforts, had followed them to their family home.

Han Solo wasn't one to back off a challenge, especially when there was money involved. But he was close to it. There was something about Anakin Skywalker that made him shiver.

If he had anything to say about, he'd be collecting his money and leaving the Skywalker family homestead as soon as humanly possible.