The Visit

Ch.1-Across a Dusty Desert

Obi-Wan looked on at the silhouette of Owen, Beru and little Luke. They looked like a real family, and Obi-Wan knew they'd be happy together. He sighed, returned to his ride and rode off into the distance.

Beru turned around and saw that he had left.

"Owen, he's gone," she whispered.

"As is his duty, darling," Owen kissed her forehead. She smiled.

"I hope we can repay him someday, somehow…" she said, turning her face to coo at Luke. Owen turned around and squinted at the setting sun. He crossed his arms and grimaced at the situation.

"Luke must never know…" he muttered under his breath.

"What?" Beru asked, momentarily looking up at her fiancée. Owen shook his head.

"Nothing, dear," he said, gazing lovingly at her. She looked towards the baby again, and Owen looked into the distance. He'll never know…

SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER…

The dusty dunes of Tattoine blew softly in the wind. Obi-Wan looked upon them carelessly as he strolled threw the hot wasteland. He had spent the last seventeen years in this deserted place. He meant to meet with Luke, to discuss his past and his future, but he had been sent away numerous times. "We're not ready" Owen had said. "It's just not his time yet" Beru had retorted. But the real kicker was: "I don't ever want him to see you or to know what happened to his parents and why he is where he is" from Owen. Of course, it was just over protectiveness. Owen didn't want Luke involved in anything. He just wanted him to live a normal life, away from the chaos where his parents had originated. Obi-Wan respected their wishes, of course, but some things needed to be said…he heaved a sigh and continued his journey across the wasteland.

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"Luke!" Beru called. "Get up!"

Luke rustled around in bed. He grumbled. Why me? He thought.

"Luke!" Owen called.

"Luke!" They called together.

"Alright! I'm up!" he grumbled. He tumbled out of bed, and crawled across the room to his bathroom. Grasping the sink, he squinted at himself in the mirror. Then, he rubbed his eyes and stared into the mirror, rustling a hand through his wavy, blonde hair. Not bad, he thought with a smirk. He took a brush to it though, and soon after finished up in the bathroom and headed down to breakfast. At seventeen, he wasn't the most prideful kid around, but he wanted to look decent.

"Hey Aunt Beru," Luke said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Morning, Luke," she smiled. "The juice is in the kitchen. Why don't you grab it and join me," she said. Luke went to the kitchen and retrieved the flavored liquid.

"Where's Uncle Owen?" he asked on his way back. Beru shook her head.

"I don't know," she said. "Probably fidgeting around with some nonsense," she smirked. Luke sat across from her at the small table. He shook his head, tossing his bangs to one side of his face momentarily.

"That's Uncle Owen," he said, and picked up a glass of juice to drink from. Beru looked into Luke's eyes and was lost for a moment in time. He looks just like his father…

"What?" he asked, setting down his cup and wiping his mouth with the edge of his sleeve. Beru shook her head.

"Nothing. I was just admiring your blue eyes again." They smiled at each other and continued their meal. There was nothing more harmonious than the everyday breakfast with Aunt and Nephew.

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A/N: It's my first chapter. Just give it a chance. I haven't sent in many things for this site lately, so I may be a little rusty. Please enjoy and review. If you're confused or want to know more, reviewing is the way to go. Thanks for reading!