Piper Halliwell2, TriGemini, Mei fa-chan, Dark-Angels-Tears, Kal's Gal,thefragile7393

StarClipper01: About the mythology: I hate it when I read: "by the Force" or "by the Gods," It sounds dumb to me. So I chose a random character and inserted it. The others sound weird; just a personal preference.

I think Darred was the actual name of Sola's husband, rather than Damian: Uh, I searched the archives on and elsewhere, I thought Darred was a made-up name, so I made up my own. Sorry if it's confusing.

Where's C3PO? He was in from the very beginning: He's at the ship with Chewie! They'll be coming up in this chapter.

Jokerisdaking: The reason I have Leia blame the destruction on Alderaan on Vader is because of the way Leia feels about him right now. He's partly responsible because he isn't objecting blah blah blah…yada…blah…basically her hate runs deep right now so she can't see past that to the real facts. He was on the side that destroyed it, therefore he's responsible in her mind.

On to chapter 8 with a reminder to my fellow writers. SAVE YOUR WORK ALL THE TIME. I lost half this story due to an error with my computer.

Chapter 8: Breaking it Down

By the time Luke, Leia and Han reached the ship, C-3P0 was waiting outside for them. He was waving his arms wildly and chattering on about something. R2 whistled loudly at him as he went into the ship.

"What do you mean, be quiet? I'm just glad they're back. Chewbacca has been very-" Han came up to him and put a hand over his mouth.

"Shut off, or I'll do it for you."

Leia walked in before Han and Luke and went directly to her own cabin on the Falcon. Han tried to run up, only catching a glimpse of her hands wiping away tears, before the door closed in his face.

"Oh, c'mon princess." He pounded his fist on the door. Luke came up behind him.

"Not now, Han." Luke looked at him sadly.

"Not now? Then when? I'm just trying to look out for her!" Han turned on Luke and pushed his chest. "I'm tired of all this. We should just leave this place. It's obviously upsetting you both."
"We have unfinished business here. Besides, you know as well as I do, that Leia needs to get over this. I need to get over this."

"Yeah…" Han walked way, bumping into Chewbacca. Chewbacca growled in response and shrugged.

"It's not you Chewie." Chewie growled and moved back down the hall.

Luke sighed and hunched his shoulders. He moved down the hall to a room he'd been using to meditate. When he entered and shut the door, he sat on one of the cold metallic benches and attempted to clear his mind. When that didn't happen, he balled his mechanical hand in a fist.

Back home on Tatooine, with Aunt Beru and Owen, he'd had a family. A strange, mixed up, boring family, but a slightly normal one. There was no Darth Vader…no Senators…Queens…only the hero worship of a father who he'd thought of as a truly great figure in the Clone Wars. His uncle, his aunt…and even Obi-Wan lied to him.

Luke wondered why he never thought much of his mother. Occasionally, he'd ask Beru what she was like, more often as a small boy than the headstrong teen he'd been. Beru would smile and say she'd only met her once, so she didn't know much. She never answered him, though. He'd shrug it off and bug Owen, but he'd change the subject as well.

When Leia had told him about his mother just before he confronted Vader, she'd reiterated what he already expected. "She was very beautiful, kind-but sad."

But why'd she have to die? Why couldn't Anakin have just left her alone? What did she do that made him turn on her, or her turn on him? With these thoughts running through his mind, he pounded his fist in the bench. How could his mother just give up on him like that?

"Your mother did the best she could." Anakin stood in the room, translucent as ever, with a sad expression.

"Father," Luke spat out. He looked up, a lock of hair fell over his face, he swiped it out of his eye quickly.

"Luke, there are many things you don't understand."

"Of course not, not when no one will tell me the truth, or give me a straight answer." He stood up and paced for a moment.

Anakin went and sat on the bench his son had just left. He put his hands on his knees and showed a ghostly tiredness.

"Many things can't be revealed or else the outcome of your destiny might change. If you had known for instance, that Leia was your sister when you'd gone to save her, you might've been killed then."

"Yes, by you!" The men looked up quickly, as Leia entered the room, mid-sentence. Her simple white gown swayed around her as she swept in.

"Leia. I chose the wrong path, I'm here to make sure you don't as well. I'm not here for my health, you know." Anakin smirked. "I'd rather be joined back with the Force…back with Padme again." He sobered. "But Leia, believe me, if I could, I'd go back. But that wasn't my destiny."

"You're destiny? What about when you tortured me? What about trying to kill us, repeatedly? You tried to resurrect our mother? You're supposed to be this, all powerful Jedi or Sith, or whatever you are, and you can't sense your own children?"

"I thought you were both dead. I didn't even know Padme was carrying two. The dark side clouds everything. I believed that if I had her body, and the dark side, I could resurrect her. But once I got to her grave, I knew it was impossible." He glanced sharply up. "And just because someone has the Force, doesn't mean that it reveals everything to you. It is not a toy to play with nor is it a magic to be used to your own advantage. The Force wills what it wills, the Jedi must obey it and serve it."

Luke nodded. He sat on the bench next to Anakin. "I understand that, but can you understand how we feel? Finding out that you killed our mother, your wife? You took her away from us, and from yourself."

"Luke, I don't know what you want me to do."

Leia stiffened. "We want you to go. Leave us alone. I can't stand to look at you!" Leia began crying.

"Maybe you're right. You need to find all this out for yourself. This is not what your mother would've wanted," He said this all to himself. He stood. "When you're ready."

He disappeared. Luke stood up. "Wait, father!"

"Let him go, he only brings pain." She wiped her tears away. "We should go. I'm tired of Naboo. I'm just…tired." She folded her arms.

Luke caught her look of vulnerability, just before he was about to snap. She was crying. His sister was crying, and he was ready to yell at her. She was feeling what he felt, he could sense her deep despair. She'd had a mother and father, she'd lost them to her real father. How messed up could you get? Not to mention falling in love for the first time with a smuggler and creating a shield of protection around yourself so hard, no one could crack it. She was crying.

Luke walked to her and put his arms around her. "It's alright Leia."

Leia sobbed into her brother's chest. She couldn't stop. She needed it.

Han walked into the room and folded his arms across his chest. He nodded at Luke, and Luke nodded back. Leia glanced up, having sensed his presence.

"Han." Her broken voice made him come over. He wrapped his arms around her, after Luke had surrendered her. "It'll be alright, Princess. I…I'm here now." He uncomfortably stroked her back and watched as Luke left the room.

"I wish I'd known her."

"Who? Your mother?"

"Yes, she sounded wonderful." She sighed shakily, then stepped back.

"Han…I love you."

He blinked. "I love you, too."

Is this a weird place to stop? Hope not. Hope you liked it.