Author's Note: For this story I presume that Anakin/Vader never saw a dead Jedi's spirit (or ghost? Not sure the correct SW term) and that there is some type of bedroom on the Falcon.

Chapter Three: Luke

Luke Skywalker came out of one of the back rooms on the Falcon, yawning. "Han, what's all the noise out here?"

"I was just telling Pops here we're all going to move in with him." Han laughed, wishing he could see the expression on Darth Vader's face when he had blurted out that statement. It probably was priceless. Too bad he had to always wear that mask.

"Han, you can't be serious." Luke glanced from Han to his father, Darth Vader. What was father doing here anyway? And why in the galaxy was Han calling him 'Pops'? "Father?"

"I need to speak to you, Son."

"Yeah, you two get out of here." Han waved his hands at both of them in a shooing motion. "I got to fix my ship."

"All right. We can go talk in my room." Luke offered, still surprised by seeing his father aboard the Millennium Falcon.

"Very well, Son. But your room had better be cleaner than it is out here."

Luke lead Darth Vader to a small side room that was relatively clean and free of the debris that littered the main room. Once they were inside the room, Luke didn't know where to start. He had so many questions to ask his father and they all rolled around inside his head like clothes inside an old-fashioned dryer. So he decided to start with the simplest. "How did you get aboard the Falcon, Father?"

"I met General Solo in a bar and then followed him here." Darth Vader stated. "What is your opinion of Han Solo? He seems rather a sloppy housekeeper and possesses a questionable reputation."

"Han's my best friend." Luke stated, still not over the fact that Darth Vader was actually there. "He saved my life several times, Leia's too. Maybe he is a bit sloppy at times but the ship doesn't generally look this bad. You just caught him at a bad moment. What were you and Han talking about? I'm surprised he wasn't shooting at you."

"I believe General Solo has decided it unwise to shoot at his future father-in-law." Darth Vader glanced around the room. Except for the bed not being made, the room was neat and clean. "Since he is apparently attracted to your sister, I have decided to see if he is worthy of her. Which I believe is what a responsible father should do."

"You're really taking this seriously."

"Of course." Vader replied. "I want the best for my daughter. I don't want her marrying some space bum who can't support a wife or family."

"Han is great once you get to know him. I know the Falcon may look like some old scrap heap but she's the fastest ship in the galaxy. She even won the Keasel Run."

"I am glad that you think so, Son. Now we will discuss you."

"Me?" Luke stared nervously at Darth Vader's black mask. It was impossible for him to tell what his father was thinking. Normally you could tell by a person's facial expressions but the mask blocked that. Sure, he could sense a bit through the Force but that didn't help much at the moment. "I'm not going to join the Dark Side if that's what you're thinking."

"General Solo has expressed concern over your unusual hobby."

"What hobby?" Asked Luke, confused.

"He claims you talk to yourself as if someone else was in the room."

"Oh!" Luke laughed, relieved. "I talk to Ben sometimes and well, you know Han, he doesn't understand it. He kind of views the Force as some 'kooky old religion', as he calls it. I guess he really doesn't understand how it works. He views it as some type of magic or something equally mysterious."

"Son, Obi-Wan is dead."

"Yeah, I know." Luke agreed. He didn't want to think of how Ben had died. Under the current circumstances that might get a bit uncomfortable. "But that doesn't stop him from talking to me."

"So you claim he talks to you?"

"Sure." Luke gazed at his father's mask, curious why Vader was making such a big deal out of it. "He just pops in, we talk and then he vanishes again. We talked lots of times since he died. I guess it makes Han a bit uneasy."

"Son, once someone is dead, they're dead. They can't talk to anyone. In the long history of the Jedi Order no Jedi has ever come back from the funeral pyre to talk." The more he heard, the glad he was that Solo had mentioned this to him. Perhaps seeing Kenobi struck down by his lightsaber had been too traumatic for the boy. He had, after all, lived a peaceful if boring childhood on the farm. "I am sorry you had to witness his death, Son, but it was something I had to do. Creating fantasies will do you no good."

"But he really does talk to me!" Luke insisted, his blue eyes growing wide as he grew more excited. "I'm not making it up!"

"Perhaps you believe it, but it's unreal. I knew Kenobi all too well and I assure you he was a liar." Vader told his son. "It may be hard for you to believe, but it's the truth. Just because I belong to the Sith does not mean I will automatically tell you falsehoods. Kenobi belonged to the so-called Light and he lied and drank on a regular basis."

"But I really do see him!" Luke protested, as he grew more agitated. It was becoming clear to Luke that Vader had never seen a Jedi's spirit before. Luke had always presumed that seeing a Jedi's spirit had been a common and well-known occurrence. But perhaps it wasn't common at all. He knew so little about how Jedi had lived before the Empire wiped them out. And unless he proved it to his father, Vader would think he was having mental problems! "I'll prove it to you! I'll call Ben over and then you can see him for yourself!"

"Very well." Vader crossed his arms over his broad chest and waited. He will go along with Luke's game for the moment.

Luke closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. The problem was he didn't know if Ben would come since Darth Vader was in the room. Vader, after all, was the one who had killed him. "Ben, hear my voice. Come to me. I need you, Ben."

Obi-Wan's glowing spirit appeared in the corner of the small bedroom. "I'm here, Luke."

Luke opened his eyes, a broad smile on his face. "Ben, you came!"

"Of course I did." Obi-Wan smiled back.

"Who are you speaking to, Luke?" Vader asked.

"Ben. He's right there." Luke pointed to the corner.

"There is nothing there." Vader said. "It is as I expected, as General Solo told me. Do not worry, Luke. I will get you some help."

"But he's right there!" Luke protested loudly, his voice raising a notch. "Can't you see him?"

"I see only an empty corner and a son who has had a traumatic experience. If I had known Kenobi would have screwed up your head this badly, I would have killed him earlier. Unfortunately, he hid my wife on me and didn't bother to tell me I was a father. Otherwise I would have gladly raised you and your sister. All I ever wanted was a family. I couldn't see why a person couldn't be a Jedi and have a family."

"Ben, why can't he see you?" Luke asked the glowing ghost, who smiled as if the whole thing was quite amusing.

"Anakin and I haven't been close for a long, long time. I'm afraid it's unlikely he'll ever be able to see me unless he changes a great deal, comes back to the Light. And you know what my opinion of that is." Obi-Wan said. "Once a Sith always a Sith."

"Then I'll have to make him change!" Luke promised the ghost. Wasn't his father already showing interests in being a proper father, even if it was quite late? Surely that was a good sign that he could go back to being Anakin Skywalker?

"Luke! Stop talking to that corner! There's nothing there!" Vader spoke in his best command voice.

"But Ben is there! You're just too thick-headed to see him!"

"Then I will dispel him!" Vader grabbed Luke by his arm and yanked his son behind him. Pulling out his lightsaber, Darth Vader flicked the switch upward. The red energy blade appeared and Vader took several swings at the empty air in the corner. "Be gone, evil spirit! Haunt my son no more with your foul lies!"

Grinning, Obi-Wan moved out of the corner and went to sit on Luke's unmade bed. He laughed as he watched his former Padawan slash uselessly at the empty air. "He never learns, does he?"

"I guess not." Luke agreed.

Vader turned at hearing Luke's voice. "Who are you talking to this time?"

"Ben."

"I thought I got rid of him." Vader said as he held his red glowing lightsaber in the aggressive neutral stance.

"No, he's sitting on my bed." Luke admitted.

"Then get out of the way so I may finish him off for a second time!" Vader waited until Luke moved safely out of the way, then approached the bed cautiously. "I killed you the first time, Kenobi. I will kill you the second time as well!"

Vader began slashing at the air just above the bed where he was sure Kenobi would have been sitting if he had been there. Of course, he wasn't there at all. He hadn't been there. It was all in his son's head.

"Is he gone now?" Vader asked Luke.

"No, he's lying on the bed and laughing."

Vader deactivated his lightsaber and reattached it to his belt. Grabbing Luke firmly be his arm, he started to forcefully drag him out of the room.

"Hey! Where are we going?" Luke asked.

"To get you the help that you greatly need."

To be continued….

Leia will be in the next chapter! I hope you thought this chapter was funny!