Author Note: Hey guys, sorry this is such a short chapter, but I finally found time to write another, and the ending just seemed like a natural place to end it...thanks so much for all your great reviews. Its such a wonderful feeling to know that someone out there admires...or at least likes your work. Thankyou all so much...I would say that we're coming to the end of this story, but that would be a lie, because it's only just beginnning! HA! So on with the story!

"So where do you reckon we start?" Mara asked Luke as they arrived back at their ships. Artoo obediently went and attached himself into the x-wing, leaving Luke to deal with Mara.

"Well, I think I should go to my Mum's home and see if I can pick up any clues from there. You go to the last place the Vong were sighted. But first, I'm going to tell Leia what's happened. With her help, we might be able to find Mum even quicker."

Mara shook her head and Luke crossed his arms and glared at her. "What?" he asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

"Don't tell your sister just yet. She'll worry and will only get in the way. Lets just go to your mother's home and see if we can dig up anything...together."

"Why together?" Luke asked suspiciously. He was perfectly capable of doing things by himself.

"Are you going to question everything I say?" Mara asked, now sounding annoyed herself.

"Are you going to disagree with everything I say?" he countered and the two glared at each other for a moment, although it was harder for Luke, because the sun was reflecting off Mara's visor, and right into his eyes.

There was a string of beeps from Artoo and the two turned away from each other. Luke glanced back at Mara one more time as she boarded her ship and called "You go your way, I'll go mine!"

"Finally, something we agree on!" she snapped and then the ramp retracted and her engine started up.

Luke hopped lightly into his own ship and Artoo started the engines whilst Luke programmed in the co-ordinates for his mother's home, based on what Sola had told him. He was going to use hyperspeed to get there even quicker, so that he could at least have a good chance to rummage around on his own before Mara got there. He knew it was dangerous to use hyperspeed in a planet's atmosphere, but right now, he was so angry he didn't care. As he punched another button, Yoda's words came back to haunt him.

"Fear is the path to the dark side...fear leads to anger...anger leads to hate...hate leads to suffering..."

Luke knew this, and knew that he had to calm down, but Mara had a way of just getting him so wound up it was unbelievable...worse than any argument he had ever had with Leia or Han. Taking several deep breaths, he calmed himself down and as the ship took off, he switched on his radio transmitter and began to send a message to Leia.

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Han went up to his and Leia's room later that evening after being entertained by Ryoo and Pooja. He had really enjoyed their long stories about his new family, and felt that he now knew them a little more. But one thing that had stopped him from really enjoying the evening was the fact that Leia was missing. She'd dissapeared after Pooja's tale about their fishing trip when they were younger, and he had been worried about her ever since, although he couldn't go and look for her, because that would have been rude. He liked his new cousins, and didn't want to upset them...well not yet anyway.

But now Sola had come back down and told everyone that it was getting late, so they had all agreed to call it a night.

As Han opened the bedroom door, he saw Leia sitting in a chair in the corner, fast asleep, with the hairbrush dangling loosely in her fingers, and several other little items scattered around her. She had changed out of the dress, which was now hanging on the wardrobe door. The suitcase that lay on the bed earlier, was now empty and thrown in a corner, and all the clothes and bits and bobs from inside it had been replaced in their rightful places, except for the few bits around Leia.

The sheets had been taken away and the furniture had been dusted down so that now, it actually looked like a bedroom again, and less like a store-room. This must have been what had kept Leia up here all evening.

Smiling, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, kissing her forehead before carrying her over to the bed and tucking her gently under the covers. Then he pulled off his shirt and boots and slid in beside her, wrapping one arm over her shoulder protectively and drifting off into a light sleep, where he dreamed about Ryoo and Pooja fishing on the lake. That had been his favourite story of them all, because it was just so funny.

Ryoo had caught a huge fish, and Pooja had tried to help her pull it in. However, the fish had other ideas and had pulled both of them into the water instead.

However, as Han dreamed, Ryoo and Pooja became him and Leia. The two were fishing together, but not on a lake, on a river of lava...and Leia had caught something. Han tried to call out to her to let it go, but she couldn't and got jerked over board. Han screamed and sat bolt upright in bed.

"What is it Han?" Leia asked in alarm, also sitting up beside him.

"Nothing, nothing," he muttered as he lay back down again, sweat running down his face and dripping off his bare chest.

Leia sighed and kissed him on the forehead this time, before rolling onto her side and drifting back off to sleep. Han was glad that she could get to sleep. Perhaps the rest would stop her from becoming so grouchy all the time. But he certainly wasn't going back to sleep in a hurry. He didn't want to be plagued of visions of his wife's death. The same thing had happened to his father-in-law, and look how he turned out.

But you're not a Jedi. You can't turn evil, and you won't. He told himself, but that still didn't convince him to sleep. He lay there all night looking at the ceiling and trying to make pictures out of the random patterns.