I do not own Star Wars, this is just a bit of fun!
The story takes place 15 years after the first book Star Wars: Baby Mine.
Han grunted as he leapt over the chunk of metal debris that'd been thrown his way. He wore a Resistance pilot's helmet with the blast shield down, covering his eyes and blocking his vision.
On the other side of the training temple, Rey, Han's mother and the last known Jedi as well as a galaxy known hero, was lifting objects off the ground and throwing them with the Force. Many times Han had been told he had his mother's eyes, but he'd been cursed with his father's dark hair and angular features. He cursed as a sharp shard of glass cut his arm slightly. "Focus Han." Rey called out.
Han's lightsaber, which he'd made when he was only eight years old, was attached to his belt and he quickly unsheathed and felt it come to life. Rey could sense her son's determination and watched as the yellow blade of light sliced through a wooden plank. She smiled in approval. "When in battle your eyes can deceive you. So instead use you mind's eye, trust your instincts."
Without even so much as a slight hand gesture, a pole flew towards Han, aiming to trip him. Instead Han flipped over it like a professional acrobat. The pole collided into a wall, making a sharp clanging noise. Under the helmet, Han smiled. "Well done. That's enough for today."
Han gave a happy sigh once his helmet was off and brushed his fingers through his hair. "Thanks Mum."
"In fact, I no longer see a reason to continue your private training."
"What?" Han attached his lightsaber back to his belt and walked towards the Jedi Master. The two of them walked out of the temple. Padawans of all ages were running around, playing, training, talking and reading. Green plains stretched out as far as the eye could see. Opposite them was rows and rows of huts that the Padawans would all sleep in. Rey and Han were walking towards one of the larger temples.
"But Mum, you promised-"
"I promised that I would help you catch up with the other Padawans, which you have successfully done."
"And I'm grateful for that, but why should we stop?"
"What do you mean?" She glanced sideways at him. Han, who was turning sixteen the next day, was already his mother's height after having gone through an unexpected growth spurt.
"I enjoy our private training sessions. And I seem to learn quicker alone with you than I ever do with the other Padawans." She stopped halfway up the stairs to the temple, before walking back down towards him. "Are you sure this is about training?" Han looked into her eyes but sighed, unable to hide the truth from her.
"It's been years Mum, I just can't train with them-"
"Han." She sighed. "You will learn in life that fighting with friends is better than fighting alone."
Han looked down at his feet. "Yeah, well... I don't seem to have that many friends." Rey's hand went to his chin, bringing his head up.
"That's probably because you don't give them a chance," he tried to defend himself but she continued talking. "You spend all your time with me. So go. I'm going to help the younglings get ready from bed. Why don't you go and talk to your fellow Padawans? They're just teens, like you." She walked off before he could reply. Han turned around and spotted a group of Padawans his age, that consisted of two boys and a girl.
"Like me. Yeah, teens like me." He mumbled under his breath as he moved towards them. "Hey guys." He said awkwardly. The group barely took notice of him and continued to chat about their previous training session. Han coughed loudly and finally got their attention. The minute he did though, he regretted it. "Hi." He repeated.
They looked him up and down. "Hi..." The girl said, in an unwelcoming tone. "Can we help you?"
"Oh, I was uh..." His mind went blank. "I just got back from training with Master Rey-" He didn't exactly know where the conversation would lead but it was the only thing he could think of.
"Oh, lucky you. Teacher's pet." One of the Padawan's, a blonde hair boy, said in a low tone.
"Now, now Cam, don't be mean." Han looked at the other boy hopefully. "He fell behind in class remember, couldn't keep up with the other Padawans. Master Rey was simply helping him catch up." Cam gave a smirk in response and Han felt sick to his stomach.
"Right, I forgot." Once again there was silence and Han soon realized that they were waiting for his reply.
"Yeah... anyway. My birthday's tomorrow and my Mum insisted that I have a party. It was just gonna be me and her but, I was wondering if you wanted to come." Each words was hard to say. Rey had always insisted that they throw a party every year, even if no one else was invited. Han knew his mother's story and how she had grown up all alone on Jakku, and he knew that she wanted to give him the life she never had. Unfortunately that included birthdays.
"Just your mother and you?" Cam raised and eyebrow, his smirk still plastered on his face. "What about dear old Daddy?"
"Yeah? Where's he at these days?" The girl giggled.
Han went pale. "You know what?" His tone was angry. "Forget I asked." And he with that, he stormed off towards his hut on the very edge of the small town on which the Jedi temples had been built around. He slammed the door behind him and sat on the edge of his bed, looking around his room. The hut contained two beds, but no one wanted to share a hut with him.
There was a desk, closet and rack to hang his weapons. Pictures, of years worth of memories, decorated the walls. There was one, taken fourteen years ago, of his mother and him, arriving at what would soon become the new Jedi Temples. Another was of Rey and her best friends Finn, Poe and Chewie, all of them were standing in front of the old Rebel base, after Palpatine, his great grandfather, had been defeated.
The rest were all pictures of him. There was one of his asleep at his desk after a long night of reading, notes and ancient Jedi textbooks littered the desk. There was him making his first lightsaber, feeding a small feathery Porg, riding a Fathier with Rey. Han's hand slipped into his pillowcase and pulled out an old photo.
Rey had shown it to him years ago and he'd secretly kept it. It was a picture of his father, when he was around Han's age. Young Ben Solo was standing in front of the Millennium Falcon with his mother and father standing behind him. It must've been taken only a few years before he'd turned against his master and joined the darkside, becoming Kylo Ren. "Bet you felt out of place. Reckon you'd understand." Han whispered.
The last time he'd seen his father, was fifteen years ago when he was only one year old. Rey had helped reform Ben and defeated Palpatine. General Leia Organa, Ben's mother, has given her life to bring Rey back from the dead. For about five minutes they had been a family. Or at least that was what his mother had told him.
But Ben Solo was fugitive and afterwards had gone into hiding, never to be seen again. Rumors had been spread that Rey knew where he was, and even owned a binary beacon that would lead you straight to him. But Rey had denied this to everyone, even to him. But Han knew his mother and he knew she was lying.
Still he had failed to find it multiple times and had eventually lost hope. There was a knocking on his door. "Come in." A small creature, that looked like some kind of walking fish, waddled in. She burped out a strange language in a high pitched voice. Luckily, like all the other Padawans, Han had been trained in multiple languages.
"Go ahead." He nodded at the creature, who began to clean his room. Fluffing his pillow, organizing his messy desk, sweeping the floor and taking his dirty laundry. "Thanks." He spoke in the creature's language, walking back inside once she was done, hiding his father's picture in the sleeve of his robe. The sun was setting in the distance and he tiredly rubbed his eyes before hanging his lightsaber on the rack beside his bed.
Han slipped to picture back into his pillow case and blew out the candle on his bedside table. "Goodnight Dad."
