A What If Story...

Disclaimer: We all know that I do not own any recognizable characters in this story. However, Lonny and Maria are mine. This is definitely AU and written just for fun (and because I could not get the idea out of my head until I attempted to do something about it). I apologize in advance if anyone else out there has come up with this idea, but know that it would be purely coincidence, as I have never read Star Wars fanfic and have only recently seen the original trilogy, so it is very possible that I am entering territory that has already been explored.

Note: Truce at Bakura did not take place. (Just heard about it from a friendly SW fanatic.)

Summary: We all know that when Obi Wan told Luke that he was not the only one with such a power, that he commented that Luke had a twin sister, but what if he had meant to say that Luke had a twin AND a sister? What would that mean, in regards to Leia? Would that mean that she was just Luke's sister? Where has his wayward twin been all of this time?

Chapter 1

Lonny woke up with a start. He was sure that he had heard something. Had someone been calling him? He rolled out of bed and looked around. Something was different. He could feel it. When he was younger, there had been times that he had somehow just known that something important had happened, but was never able to understand it. He looked over at his 'family'. He knew he was different from them, but he had never been able to place exactly why he felt this way. Occasionally, he had been known to 'feel' that something bad was about to happen and been able to warn the others in just enough time for them to not be caught unawares by the threat. He also felt, with a certainty that he could not explain, that he should have grown up alongside someone else, someone more like him. He had begun to feel an even greater urge to just leave these people and attempt to make it on his own just a few years earlier. He had felt that it was extremely important that he distance himself from the land he had grown up in, but also did not want to leave these people to fend for themselves, as his instincts had saved their lives many times already. Yet, the idea that he simply needed to leave, and leave now, was currently the strongest that it had ever been, by a few times over. Just a few weeks ago, he had finally decided that the time was right for him to leave, yet, now that he looked around for the source of what he thought he had heard, he hesitated. He did not want to leave this place, but had always felt somewhat restless, as though he realized that he should not have been here, but somewhere else. Sighing, he walked through the doorway and into the triple sunrise. For some odd reason, the multiple suns rising had been a bit of a comfort to him from the moment they came to this star system about ten years prior, almost as if it was a sign. With a sigh, he turned away from the sight and went back inside to collect his few things and get something to eat. He resolved that he would leave after everyone had woken and had some breakfast, so he would have a chance to say goodbye to these creatures that had taken him in all those years ago when he was found wandering, in a daze, away from all of that destruction...

He sighed to himself again. 'I promised myself that I would never think of that again,' he thought. 'It will not make this day any easier. After all, I have known these people for most of my life. The last time that I saw anyone that even might be related to me was when I turned my back and ran from the carnage that day and I vowed to myself that I would never think of such a sight again, lest they find me and...'

His thoughts were interrupted when he realized that the others had begun to wake and some were staring at him, almost as if they knew he was thinking again of that day. One of them, Maria, was beginning to look worried at the look on his face and he quickly smiled at her, though he knew that she would not be fooled once she had realized what was going through his head. Now, she was frowning at him. She was the one who had made the decision to take care of him, at the risk of being alienated by her own people. Her people had been afraid that he would grow up and turn against them, but she had argued that he was just a young child and that if they aided in his survival, maybe someday he would prove to be a great ally. She had been right, of course, but none of them had expected that he would have been able to help them so much or that he would turn out to be tall enough to be spotted so easily in a crowd, especially since he had been shorter than most of the other young ones his own age when he was found. 'Although, his height has proved to be both an advantage and a disadvantage,' she thought sadly. 'Whenever the Storm Troopers came around, if Lonny was anywhere within sight, they would stay and ask us questions about him and why he was traveling around in our company. Once, I fancied that he had managed to make them look the other way when we crossed, completely ignoring us. It was very odd, yet he did not seem to understand what had happened himself, so I just never asked. Now, he is about to leave us. Where have the years gone?' Seeing his questioning look, she just smiled up at him, though there were tears in her eyes at the thought of him no longer being with them, though she knew that he needed some time away from them to try to find others of his own kind.

Meanwhile...

In a galaxy, not so very far away, Luke looked around him at his surroundings. He had recently discovered that Leia was his sister and that their father was none other than Darth Vader, whose very name had been a cause for fear and alarm not so long ago. Currently, his sister was beginning to wake up. 'She is in love with Han, yet she does not seem to realize it yet,' he thought to himself. 'Or does she?' His gaze shifted to the form of Han Solo, who was beginning to wake up as well. 'If he breaks her heart, I swear that I will hurt him,' he thought.

Luke. He looked around, but saw nothing. Luke, it is I. This time he was sure of it. Barely thinking on what he had heard, he smiled, thinking of the one who usually spoke to him through the Force. "I hear you. What is it?" he asked aloud. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a figure. Turning, he realized he seemed to be looking into a mirror of some sort, though it must have been very dirty and he looked sad for some reason.

Luke, that is no mirror. He heard the voice again, knowing who it was, and turned back around in question. The figure that appeared every-so-often to him looked somewhat grim. Luke, you are clean, happy, and victorious after the latest battle. The figure you see is dirty, unhappy, and is leaving someone important to him behind. You must find him before it is too late, the voice repeated.

"Who is he?" Luke asked.

Someone you have always known, yet never seen with your own eyes...

AN:

..............Uh-oh. What could the figure speaking to Luke mean?

Let me know if you think that this story is worth continuing. If so, updates may be slow because I am not normally very creative, but like I said, the idea would not leave me alone. Also, I am a college student, so I will likely have a lot of homework/studying to do most of the time. If you think it is worth it, I will definitely continue, though it may be a while between updates.

BTW, this is my very first fanfic, of any kind, so PLEASE read & review. (I know I tended to be a bit of a lurker in the past, but I have joined recently and have several LOTR fanfics on alert... Oh, and I have reviewed, on different stories,several times, so I am getting more involved...)