Where Am I Going To?

Part One

Chapter Twelve

The tension in the room had sky rocketed. Luke was staring, dumb and mute, at the door that his master had just left by. He was very afraid. All around him, the Dark Side was calling him, the Death Star was a constant reminder of what he had once been. And he didn't have the one anchor that kept him sane and in the Light. Could…could he do this alone? It didn't seem likely.

Han and the Wookie, however, were not quite as sensitive to Padawan Skywalker's needs as Obi Wan would have been. So, they relieved the excess pressure in the room the only way they knew how.

Unfortunately, they did it around the unstable and aggressive young Jedi.

Chewbacca grumbled something, and Solo agreed, crossing his arms. "Boy, you said it, Chewie. Where did you dig up that old fossil?"

The boy wheeled very, very slowly. The grating sound of his heels against the floor was just audible. The tension, instead of dissipating, had increased tenfold, as anger pressed and attacked Luke's senses. His fists were clenched, his teeth were bared, and he was very clearly resisting an urge of blood thirst.

"Master Obi Wan is a great man," he very slowly snarled. Unconsciously, his hand wrapped around his lightsaber. Training that Kenobi had given him forced him to release the weapon and focus on trying to regain his shattered composure.

He did not just say that. He didn't. Oh, but if he did….But he didn't, so it doesn't matter.

"Yeah, great at getting us into trouble."

The snapping of Luke's nerves could almost be heard.

"Why you no good, self righteous, egotistical, son of a bitch! I'll-" There was no saying what Padawan Skywalker would do, as he was in the process of doing it. He'd tackled the very surprised Captain Solo and was wrestling with him as common as any criminal. Fists were flying, the Wookie was beside himself, not knowing who to help, and the blue tripod droid would not stop his anxious beeping. Luke hadn't gotten into a fist to fist fight since he was eight, but he didn't care. Damn Sith stubbornness and damn Jedi composure! That scum of a pirate had just insulted the old man, and hell if the boy wasn't going to tear his arms off for it. Through the mess of grunts and growls, Luke could just make out a very distressed voice.

"R2D2, what has gotten into you?"

Chewbacca had finally rendered the two opponents apart, rumbling in a very upset manner. The smuggler was trying to staunch the blood that was pouring from his nose, and Padawan Skywalker's hand covered his eye, which was rapidly turning black. Seething, they glanced at each other, and shared a common bond. The alpha males had contested each other. Whilst neither victor was plain, they could stand to be around each other a little bit more. At least for a short while.

"What?" Luke finally asked. "What's the matter with the little droid?"

"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir," the gold bipedal droid sheepishly responded. "He keeps on saying 'I've found her,' and repeats 'She's here.'"

"Who?" demanded Han. "Who has he found?"

The astounded gasp from Luke drew attention to him as he peeled himself off the floor with lightning speed and stared intently at the map brought up on the computer screen.

"Leia!"

"Who?"

Artoo was still whirling, and Luke quickly demanded "What is it? What's wrong, what's he saying?"

"Oh dear…I'm afraid she's scheduled to be…terminated."

"No!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"We've got to save her!"

"Who?"

Padawan Skywalker grabbed Solo by his shirt color and dragged him off the floor, which only succeeded in confusing Captain Solo all the more. "Listen, we need to get out of here."

"What?" demanded the pirate. "Listen, the old man told us to stay here."

"But she didn't know they were going to execute her!"

"I don't even know who she is!"

Luke took a deep breath, and began to slowly relay what he was trying to communicate. "Imprisoned onboard is Princess Leia Organa. She's my fiancé. Sorta. Well, I mean, she hasn't said yes yet, but-"

"Will you just get to the point?"

"The point is that they're going to kill her and we've got to get her out of there!"

"Great! That sounds wonderful! Now, how the hell do you suggest we do that? Just prance on up to the detention block and announce 'Hey, we're a couple of rebels looking to save the princess! Could you point us in the right direction?'"

"Don't be stupid. They'd never let a couple of rebels in to the detention block."

"Thank you!"

"But they'd let Lord Skywalker in."

The incredible stupefaction on the smuggler's face only lasted a moment. "Yeah, that's a great idea. But there's a problem with that. We're talking about the same Lord Skywalker, right? The kid that's second in line to the Imperial throne?"

"He's eighteen, I wouldn't call him a kid!"

"I think he's a little bit busy, at the moment. Of course! Let's call him up, shall we? 'Lord Skywalker, your royal-ness, we need to rescue an enemy princess, can you get us into the detention block?'"

"He's not busy."

"What are you talking about?"

"More over, he'd help us out."

"That's it! You're crazy! You are stark raving mad. Listen to this kid, Chewie! Kid, I think you've had one too many knocks to the head. How do you know any of this stuff?"

"Because Lord Skywalker is standing right in front of you."

Silence. Very, very long silence. Five minutes passed easily with Luke's hands just sitting on Han's shoulder's, and Solo staring stupidly into Padawan Skywalker's serious blue eyes. For a moment, Captain Solo opened his mouth and tried to verbalize, but nothing came out. Five more minutes passed. He very slowly backed up and stood next to Chewie.

"Kid, you scare me. You've got to stop living this fantasy."

"I'm being quite serious."

"No…no," he laughed. "Funny. Really. But you need to stop."

"Look at me, will you, you damn pirate? I look just like him, don't I! Blond hair, blue eyes! I use a lightsaber, I talk like him, same height, same build. You know my name. It's Luke. I'm Luke frickin' Skywalker, you stupid putz! I'm Darth Vader's one and only son!" The horrified confusion continued, and Luke paced the room, laughing like a mad man. "Yes, yes, that's right! I'm second in line to the Imperial throne! Hahahaha! Isn't it a funny joke now, Han? Huh? Isn't it? You know, Lord Skywalker can choke his victims to death just by using the Force. But you don't believe in the Force, do ya, Han? Let's test that theory, shall we?"

The pirate felt a very slight pressure around his neck, and whipped out his blaster while Luke just sneered, a crazed flash in his blue eyes. "You've gone off the deep end!"

"Look me in the eye, damn it, you stupid piece of filth! Do I look like I'm joking? Do I look like I'm lying?"

There was a quiet, tense moment when the two just stared at each other. Very slowly, the smuggler slid his blaster back into its holster. "No….you look barmy, but you don't look like you're lying."

Luke sucked in a breath and nodded. "Okay, so, we're on the same page here. That's good, that's very good."

"If you think I'm going to start being afraid of you because of what your name is, you're dead wrong."

Luke grinned. "No, I didn't think you would. I'm glad you won't." They shared a knowing smile, and it ended quickly.

"So, how are we getting this princess of yours out of her cell?"

Luke spotted a pair of binders on the counter and scooped them up. "How good at you at acting."

"Depends on the nature. Why?"

"Just a crazy little idea I have."

"You get a lot of those, huh?"

"Maybe."

"Why are you hanging around with a Jedi? Falling out with father?"

"It's complicated."

"I like complicated. Complicated makes life interesting."

"No, it's too complicated. All I want is simplicity. I never seem to get that."

"No one's every happy with what they have. Not even Imperial Princes."

"No even Corellian Smugglers."

They grinned again, and Luke handed him the binders. "Put these on your friend. Here, let's see if we can find another pair for you. That'd make things a lot easier. Damn it, I wish I was wearing black….They'd believe me more if I was in black…."

"Hey, if you put on the same show for them as for me, they'd believe you if you were in pink."

To Be Continued…

Whoot! Another uber fun one. The next should be pretty entertaining too. I was bombarded with reviews for the last chapters, so I was really, really happy! I love reviews, so please give me one!

Cookiemunster: -snork- Great review. Loved reading it. Suffice to say that wrong stuff seems to abound with Luke.

The Heroin addict is an apt description. I mean, look at him! He's gone completely mental!

Beka Darko: Ah…well, if I did copy, it was entirely unintentional, as I still haven't seen the movie. I get to see it for sure in a week though!

Vivid Butterfly: Glad to have pleased you, oh great one.

Kitt: Thanks, will do!

Schnickledooger: um….yeah, I'll try to make it humorous without being….disturbing.

TorontoBatFan: -big grin- I really love reading your reviews. They are so awesome. And this one was a favorite. Well, thanks for the feedback and the really interesting insight. Hope you enjoy!

jamy skywalker: Thanks! Here it is, for your enjoyment.