Thanks to everyone who read this story and followed it. To those that reviewed it or didn't. I hope you enjoyed it. I always wanted to know how Luke and Leia felt about Padme, more than Anakin…and also what might happen had they known what happened to their mother.

The end of this story is meant to leave an opening for the documented AU/EU stuff written about in comics and books. Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.

Chapter 12 New Beginning

The sun was just coming up when Han went to prepare the ship for take off. Leia and Luke were done with their packing and were headed out of their ancestral house. With ghostly visions gone from before their eyes, the siblings were leaving.

"We wish you'd stay a bit longer," Jobal said.

Leia turned to her and smiled as best she could. They were leaving. Happy, excited and slightly worried, Leia took a breath.

Luke shifted the pack on his back then shook Ruwee's hand. His grandfather responded with a hug.

"We'll miss you guys." Leia looked to Sola who stood behind everyone who'd come to say goodbye. She nodded to her.

"Your mother would be proud of you two," Sola said with a sniff. Leia blinked.

"I think she's happy you don't blame our father," Luke added. The family could only shrug. Though they couldn't claim they weren't still bitter, having gone through the trauma they did, they could try and please their newly-found relations.

With one final glance, the group went inside the Millennium Falcon. Han was followed into the cockpit by Leia. She shut the door behind them, much to Chewbacca's dismay. Han turned quickly.

"Woah, what is it your worshipfulness?"

Leia grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard once on the mouth. Leaving him stunned, she sat down on the seat beside him.

"Well, I'm waiting."

"For what?"
"Your proposal, dummy."

Han bended down on one knee, still stunned. "Well I'm flattered your highness…" then he stood. "But I pick the time and place not you."

"Why you-"

Luke only managed to catch a couple words through the door and decided to leave them to their quarreling. He had much to think on himself. He had much to do in the days to come.

But he couldn't help wondering, in all that he needed to accomplish: his own Jedi training, Leia's training, and re-establishing the Jedi tradition; would he ever get to find a love as deep as his parents. Something told him he might, but he wasn't sure he was up to the challenge just yet.

With a sigh, Luke pulled his light saber off his belt and walked into his own cabin. There he sat, and studied his new light saber, green in color, not like his fathers'. He ignited the blade then blinked. He'd need a blue one. One to carryon what his father left behind…one that the Jedi had left behind. A legacy of protection, but he'd do it differently this time. He'd do it his way. In a way taught to him by his parents, his sister, friends and aunt and uncle. The way of love.

If that eventually led to a different path, so be it.

END