Please see first chapter for disclaimer and other info

A/N: I am here to deliver another chapter into your waiting arms! I'm telling you, this is definitely NOT the end. I have big plans for this baby and I think it's the time to unveil my plans for a trilogy :D So from this moment on, Meet the Skywalkers is now the first story in the Fathers and Smugglers Trilogy. Enjoy.

Chapter Ten: Sabacc

They had wasted no time in organising the Sabacc game to start. This was where Han was in his element. In the bag of mystery, he had pulled out his overused cards and his pouch full of credits. If they were going to play, they were going to do it properly- Corellian style. For the moment, Han chose to ignore the fact he was playing Sabacc with a Jedi. He chose to picture himself in a shady bar, much like the Mos Eisley cantina, with a glass of strong Corellian whiskey in his hand, and a rich Las Tella cigar in his mouth.

They had moved out onto the back balcony and set up what Han liked to call the "gaming arena". Anakin had gruffly obliged, obviously still annoyed. Luke and Leia, while openly berating their father had apologised to Han in the meantime. They too were seated in the gaming arena to ensure there was to be no more cheating.

Laying out the cards on the table, Han leaned back in his chair. Propping his feet on the probably very expensive table, he grinned. This would ensure him the win. There was no possible way he could lose a Sabacc game. He was the great Han Solo- people all over the galaxy feared his skills.

Okay, so he had lost a fair few games. Lost quite a few ships; lost even more credits. He had won many a bruised eye during his time as a smuggler, but none more than his brief stopovers in Corellia. When he had won the Millennium Falcon from Lando, he had received one of the biggest black eyes. He was actually quite proud of it. At the moment, the Falcon was being babysat by Chewie on Coruscant. Han had let him take the ship on his own when he hitched a ride with Leia on Bail's Tantive IV to Naboo.

The man of the house, Anakin, had yet to show his face. Typical, Han thought. To his side were Luke and Leia. Leia was obviously nervous, which was a sight he had never seen before. Then, to interrupt Han's thoughts, Anakin sauntered in and took his seat at the opposite end of the table.

"Ready to lose, Paps?" Han asked the man sitting across from him. Anakin chuckled in response.

"Can't you think of a better insult, Solo? It's getting quite old to tell you the truth."

This time it was Han's turn to chuckle. He could smell the fear radiating off Anakin. It was the smell of the knowledge that he was going to lose to Han Solo.

"I'm assuming you know the rules?" Han questioned, eyeing Anakin as he dealt out the cards. Anakin didn't say anything as he picked up the cards.

"Solo…" he said evenly as he shuffled through his cards. Han grinned as he stared down at the backs of his own cards. He had deliberately bought the ones with pictures of scantily clad women- of all races. Han watched Anakin take one of the cards and turn his head sideways. "Tasteful playing cards you have here," was his only remark.

"I won them from my last opponent. The cards themselves were the last thing he owned." Han boasted, warranting an eye-roll from Luke, who watching on. Leia sat emotionless.

"So what are we playing for Solo? I assume the previous arrangements are off…"

"Yeah, you got that right!" Han interrupted. "I say we play for credits, just like a real game. Man to man. If I win, I want you to pay me what Leia promised me plus a little extra for the emotional distress I've suffered these past few days. I also want an apology!"

Anakin couldn't help himself. He laughed. "Me? Apologise? When banthas fly, Solo!" Han shrugged.

"I guess you'll never find out how your beautiful, responsible, politician daughter ended up in the Millennium Falcon with a mercenary like me," he said, in an almost song-like voice.

Daggers nearly shot out of Anakin's eyes.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There are no idiots, except for Han Solo.

He'd get his money. "Let's play."

It had been a tense game. Han had taken pity on Anakin and let him have a few practice runs before the real game started. They had to alter and bend the rules a little since Anakin was adamant that the twins would not play.

"Padmé would kill me if she found out I let the twins gamble," he had mumbled. So here they were, two grown men playing Sabacc. The sight was ridiculous- Luke and Leia were sitting off to the side, bickering. Han and Anakin were both hunched forward, their foreheads scrunched in concentration. This was the big game. It was all or nothing.

Han and Anakin looked at each other, eye to eye. They both had great Sabacc faces- neither knew what the other was hiding. Admittedly, Anakin had tried to cheat. Using the Force, he had tried to see what cards Solo was hiding. He had even tried to use a Jedi mind trick- that had also failed miserably. He was on his own for this one.

But looking at his cards, he smiled. He was sure he was going to win. He had a Pure Sabacc. There was no possible way he could lose now. He laid down his cards on the table. "Looks like we have a winner here, Solo. And it isn't YOU!" Anakin gloated.

Han chuckled and shook his head. He laid down his own cards on the table- Idiot's Array. Anakin froze and his blood nearly ran cold. He had lost!

"Read 'em and weep, Paps! You LOSE!"

Anakin was at a loss for words. He, the grand Jedi Master HAD LOST TO HAN SOLO! He felt the anger pulsate through him. It took all the strength he had not to reach out with his hands and Force-choke the smuggler, who was parading around with that cocky grin on his face. Enough was enough.

Anakin knocked over the table using the Force and stormed over to Solo.

"I guess you'll be apologising right about now, Paps!"

Anakin frowned and threw a handful of credits at the smuggler.

"I'm sorry I ever met you, Solo. I'm sorry that my innocent children got caught up with the scum of the universe! I'm not sorry that Leia will NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Han's cocky smile disappeared. He'd had enough of the Skywalkers. No stubborn politician was worth this. He had his money. It was time to leave.

"Fine by me, Skywalker." He grabbed his bag which Threepio had conveniently packed and left for him. "Nice meeting you, kid," he said on his way out to Luke. He marched through the house, not looking back.

To hell with these people, he thought. None of this was worth the credits Anakin had given him.

"Han, wait!" That voice made him stop in his tracks and turn around. It was Leia.

"Please, Han. Don't leave like this! He didn't mean it!"

Han was shocked. The great Leia Skywalker was actually begging him? Her big, brown eyes looked into his own. Could it be true- that maybe she did have feelings for him? Her dad wouldn't allow it anyway. He was better off without her.

"Goodbye, sweetheart," he spat at her. She stepped back, obviously hurt. "Don't forget to tell Daddy dearest what little Leia and Lukey were doing in the big, bad Mos Eisely cantina. You were one tough job, Your Worship."

With that, Captain Han Solo left the Skywalker residence.