Edit: 5/17/2020 dialogue tags fixed.

"Ben!" The cry that ripped through the Lars' home came from Beru. It jolted Ben out of his meditation and his eyes shot open. He rose from the floor before the bits of clothing that had floated around him had even fallen to the ground. He rushed into the main room and saw Beru with Luke in her arms. She was rocking the boy as her eyes were wide with worry.

"What's wrong?" He took a few steps close to her, trying to figure out what was on her mind.

"Sandstorm."

Ben nodded, not saying anything while Beru gathered her thoughts. She took a deep breath in and released it. "There's a sandstorm coming and Owen's not back yet."

Ben whipped his head around the room, casting out with the Force but coming up with the same conclusion.

"I don't know where he's at." She stated with a shaky voice. Ben placed his hands on her shoulders to ground her.

"I'll go find him."

Beru shook her head.

"You can't go out there!"

Ben was already on the move. He snatched his robe from the floor and slid it on before searching his pack for the goggles he kept on hand.

"Would you rather I leave your husband out there?" He asked, quickly pulling the goggles on over his eyes before sliding the pack on his back. "I'll see what I can find."

Beru shifted in her spot and Ben sighed. "He'll be alright." Ben sent a wave of calm to her, hoping it would help her nerves. She nodded and Ben smiled softly at her. "I'll be back before you know it."

He was out the door in a flurry of brown.

The wind ripped at his clothes instantly and he gritted his teeth against the sand that flew towards him. Ben closed his eyes and breathed deeply, sinking into the Force. Owen's signature was weak and Ben knew he would have to concentrate hard to find the man.

It would take a lot, but he was going to find him. Ben couldn't leave Beru alone. He didn't want her to live a life without the man she loves.

It wasn't a fun life to live.

With closed eyes and the world around him rushing about, Ben followed the faint signature. He couldn't see where he was going, but that didn't worry him. He put his trust in the Force. He put his trust in his Master (Ben knew he was there, he always was) to help guide him.

Ben didn't feel the wind and sand battering his body. He didn't feel it pulling at his clothes or hair. He only felt the Force and the warmth of his Master around him.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, he didn't even feel the exhaustion pulling at his limbs. Faintly, he could hear Cody berating him for using up energy like this.

"Ben?"

Ben stopped and dared to open his eyes. Tattooine was a mess of grainy sand and wind. He could barely see what was in front of him. He closed his eyes once more and sunk deeper into the Force. The swirling grains of sand seemed to fall away. In the middle of a bubble of calm air caused by the Force, Owen Lars sat on the ground. "What-"

"No time to talk." Ben forced the words out of his mouth, trying not to lose concentration on the pushing of wind and sand away from the two of them. He let his focus on Owen's signature fade away. He stumbled a little but gathered himself quickly. He pulled Owen up carefully and gripped the taller man tightly. "Beru's worried about you." He huffed out, pulling one of Owen's arms over his shoulders. "You'll have a lot of explaining to do when you get home." His vision blurred for a moment.

"You sure you're alright to get us back?" Owen's voice was hoarse and Ben was curious as to why he was all the way out here, and what had happened to the man. Ben had caught glimpses of blood and scratches lining his body, but he didn't have the time to ask about it.

"Yes. Are you alright to walk back?" Ben questioned back as he started the return trek to Beru and Luke. Owen grunted and stumbled, nearly pulling Ben down with him.

"Of course."

Ben huffed out a laugh and pressed on. Ben knew he was using up too much energy trying to keep the sand at bay, but he also knew that if he didn't, the sand would ravage Owen's body. Sand in open wounds was never fun, and Ben wasn't about to let Owen go through that.

With eyes closed once more, Ben did what he could to get them home. He could almost see his former Master shaking his head and rolling his eyes as Ben sunk even deeper into the Force.

"You'll only tire yourself out quicker, little one." Ben nodded but made no comment as he fed healing into Owen.

He was in that limbo again where time didn't exist. Where the wind howled and sand raged around them, but was never heard or felt against his body. Owen's arm held no weight on his shoulders. He only saw the blinding light of Luke near the dimmer light of Beru.

"Almost there." He mumbled, not knowing if Owen made a response back.

After what seemed like hours, they finally arrived.

"We're here, Ben."

Ben's eyes snapped open and he pulled himself out of the Force, but not before he muttered a small 'sorry' to Owen. The sand stung their bodies and he heard Owen grunt as the grains attacked his wounds. Ben's body ached and trembled as he pushed Owen into the home. Ben stumbled in behind him and slammed the door shut as he fell to the ground.

His ears were ringing and he distantly heard Beru fussing over her husband.

A warmth pressed down against Ben's shoulder and the exhausted Jedi leaned into it. A smile gracing his features as he saw the faint smile of his Master above him.

"You've done well, little one. Rest now."