Author Note: I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't really make much sense guys, but I had writers block and was just desperate to post something before you all got bored and forgot about it...which would probably never happen with you guys, i'm sure. But it has happened on one of my other stories...oh well...hope you enjoy my little surprise! lol!

Sola was in the kitchen with Chewbacca and C-3PO making dinner later that evening when Leia stormed in and demanded "Why did you lie to us? Why didn't you tell us that you knew - No, that you were RELATED to our mother? Did you think we were stupid? Did you think we wouldn't figure it out!"

There was the sound of a bowl falling to the floor, a loud smash, and then several awkward moments of silence before at last Chewie gave a soft moan about his fur being covered in mushed fruit.

"Oh shut up, fur ball!" Leia snapped, and someone let out achuckle from behind her. Leia spun on the spot to see Luke and Han standing in the doorway, Han grinning like mad. When he saw the look that Leia was giving him, however, he diverted into another room and Chewie followed, moaning about how women could be so touchy at times.

"I'm sorry," Sola said at last. It was all she could think of to say.

"Sorry? Sorry isn't good enough! how long were you going to keep that from us? Huh?"

"Leia, give her a chance to explain. I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason," Luke said quietly as he stepped beside his sister.

"Well, there'd better be!" Leia snapped, but she did allow Luke to gently guide her to a nearby chair, where she slumped down and folded her arms, glaring at Sola and making her aunt feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Luke kicked Leia's ankle, breaking the eye contact, and she at last stopped staring.

"Like I said before...I'm truly sorry that I had to lie to you...but it was what I had been ordered to do...for your own safety as much as your mother's."

"Is this to do with the fact that our father was our mother's bodyguard?"

"How do you know about that?" Sola asked in amazement. She hadn't thought anyone else knew...well except for the chosen few that Padme herself had told.

Luke explained how he and Leia had been using the clothing to find out little bits of information about their parents.

"So what else do you know?" Sola asked after a moment of careful consideration.

"Only that our mother was killed by Darth Vader...our father..." Leia said at last, and all the anger and frustration from earlier had melted away, leaving a sadness in it's place. It seemed to Luke that Leia was struggling to come to terms with what she was discovering, and she was covering it up with anger, which she always did.

"Well, that's not strictly true...Anakin, the man my sister had loved, had been consumed by Vader. It was Vader that killed her, not Anakin...and..."

"And there's no truth in that statement at all, is there?" Luke guessed, reading the awkward expression on Sola's face, that had once again been replaced by shock.

At last, however, she shook her head again.

"No. Vader didn't kill your mother either..."

"Then who did?" Leia asked in confusion.

"No-one..."

"She died of natural causes?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"Leia, don't you understand what she's trying to say?" Luke asked in surprise. He'd completely forgotten that Leia wasn't as intune with the force as he was, and probably couldn't feel Sola's feelings as well as he could.

"No, I don't. Why are you both talkingsuch nonsense?"

"Leia...our mother is still alive," Luke said. He couldn't put it any clearer than that, and it seemed that he wouldn't need to either.

"Is...is she?" Leia asked in a shaky voice, and Sola nodded her head. There was a loud thump and Luke dropped to his knees beside his unconscious sister.

He knew she'd probably faint. There was so much for her to take in that it would have been impossible no to. He was using the force to channel his emotions and keep him calm, but she wasn't nearly as experienced as him.

"I'll get a cold cloth," Sola suggested and Luke nodded. A moment later, there was a loud shout and Han dragged Luke to the side, cradling his darling wife in his arms. Luke just stepped back and let everyone else get on with it.

He went out onto the balcony and looked out over the beautiful lake. Suddenly everything seemed to be going right for him again. He'd found his aunt, and was soon to find his mother...all he wished was that his father could be here to share the moment with him.

"Oh Dad," Luke sighed, flexing his mechanical arms as he muttered it. The sun was setting on the horizon and a slight breeze was blowing past his ear. If Luke listened hard enough, he fancied that he could hear his father's voice in it.

Luke, I'm so proud of you...you have become a great Jedi...train your sister as well as you were trained by Obi-Wan...

And then Luke really heard his father's voice. Spinning on the spot he came face to face with the spirit of his father, who looked just the same as in the vision Luke had seen of him on Mustafar, except that now he had brilliant blue eyes again, not the evil Sith yellow.

"Luke, what Sola speaks is the truth. You're mother is still alive, but was well hidden so that I would never find her. She made a vow to keep Padme's location a secret until the very last threat from either myself or the Emperor was eliminated..."

"Do you know where she is now?" Luke asked, leaning on the balcony. He should have found it weird that he was talking to a dead man, but he was used to it by now.

"Yes. A small moisture farm on Tatooine, very close to where you grew up. She no longer goes by the name of Padme Amidala, but that is all I know. The rest is up to you, my son."

"I'll find her Dad...I'll find her and bring her home, I promise!"