Please see first chapter for disclaimer & other info

A/N: Wow, it seems lots of people wanted Anakin to win! Remember, not all is as it seems...oh, and on another note, if anyone wishes to 'read' Obidala fics for the Star-Dreamz Awards (SW Fanfic ones), please let me know. Someone asked where the MF was and why Han didn't fly it. That's answered in the next chapter. So until next time...

Chapter Nine: Rematch!

Han Solo was pissed off. In fact, he was more than pissed off. He was seeing red. As he thought of that phrase, he got even angrier. The old man had cheated! He had bent the rules they had agreed on and cheated his way to victory!

Okay, fair enough, Han would have done the same thing given the opportunity. Cheating was a smuggler's way of life. It was how he had shifted Lando out of the Millennium Falcon. But Jedi were not supposed to cheat!

He gruffly stormed into the living room, where Anakin was sitting in his favourite chair. Luke and Leia were also in the room, congratulating him on his win Han assumed. Leia in the room or not in the room, Anakin was going to cop it.

"You!" he exclaimed, pointing his finger straight at Anakin. With a feigned look of surprise, Anakin shrugged.

"Yes, you! You lying, cheating Jedi scum!"

Once again, Anakin pretended to not know what Han was talking about.

"Wait a second, Han. I saw what happened. Dad won fair and square! You lurched and he took the opportunity!" interrupted Luke.

No way was this kid gonna show up Han Solo. No way was Anakin Skywalker gonna get away with cheating and snooping!

"Oh yes he did, kid! And Leia, don't you even think about defending him!" he shouted, pointing once again to Anakin who had taken the liberty of standing up from his chair.

"I guess you're not accustomed to losing, are you Solo?"

"I guess you're not accustomed to having real competition, Master," retorted Han. He casually ran his hand through his hair then pointed at Anakin.

"You cheated. You didn't win fairly. I want a rematch!"

By this time, Leia had positioned herself between the two men.

"Han, be careful here. Luke would have felt it through the Force if Dad had been cheating. He didn't. Now maybe it felt that way to you because you aren't Force-sensitive but…"

Han really didn't want to do this, but Leia was giving him no choice.

"YOUR FATHER WENT SNOOPING IN MY ROOM AND USED IT AGAINST ME!" he bellowed out.

flashback to the race

The Star Dreamer and Coruscant Wings were ready. Anakin smiled as he prepared for take-off. He had a plan he was dead sure would work. One would think a Jedi like himself was above petty cheating.

They would be wrong.

Anakin had a certain amount of pride he wanted to keep- all of it. Obi-Wan had often called him arrogant in his youth. An attribute he never truly lost. There was no way he was even going to risk losing this race. He didn't think for a moment he'd actually be in trouble but if he was, he needed something good. Something that wouldn't look like he was breaking the rules.

The first few legs of the race went by fine. They did the obligatory piloting tricks. Anakin could see the captain was getting a little too cocky for his liking. Picking up the inter-ship comlinks, he paged Han.

"Hope you're not getting scared Solo."

The comlink crackled.

"Not a chance, old man!"

"You so sure about that?"

Anakin spun around for the last stretch, the Star Dreamer following close behind.

"You're about to lose Paps!" came the reply back over the comlink.

Not likely, Anakin thought. They were about neck and neck now and through the Force, he could feel Luke's watchful eye on the race. It was time to bring out the big guns.

Raising the comlink to his lips, Anakin smiled. This was ingenious.

"So Solo, tell me. How does that sexy little red thong you keep in your bag look on you? I always thought red was your colour!"

end flashback

Leia turned to Anakin, horrified.

"Is that true!"

Suddenly, Anakin found the ground quite interesting. "Well it depends on how you look at it."

Han was enraged.

"Depends! You won by TRICKERY! Cheap, Jedi trickery! I want a REMATCH!"

Luke took his place next to his sister. "Hold on here. Han's right, sorry to say it. You won by default."

"But I still won!" Anakin protested. He wasn't about to get shifted out of his title. No way. Not by Leia, not by Luke and certainly not by Han.

"Dad, that's not the point. You won unfairly," Leia replied through gritted teeth.

"Damn straight he did," intervened Han, earning him a kick in the foot by Leia.

"Let's settle this calmly. You two should have a rematch BUT…"

But? But what?

"Not at racing," finished Luke, for his twin.

Anakin was puzzled. If not at racing, then what?

"Sabbac," Han suddenly said.

Anakin began to panic. He was a Jedi with many great skills. That's why he chose piloting. He'd blown up a droid command centre at age nine, for Sith's sake! But gambling…he'd stand no chance. No chance in seven Sith pits. But once again, his pride took over. Anakin Skywalker was never one to back out on a challenge.

"You're on."