A/N: Chapter Four is ready. This was a fun one. Just a quick note. I did change the title. There are a lot of fics titled Legacy in this category, and I actually think this title fits better. But this is still the same story and will follow the same path as I intended from the start. I don't own Star Wars, just my OC's and my ideas. Thanks for the great response to this story. I was a bit nervous to start this, but I'm glad I have. Thank you for your support!


Chapter Four

Luke walks into the house to see Rey sitting at the table staring at a speck on the wall. He sighs walking over to the small stove before he speaks. "Is soup okay?" He cringes. Way to start a conversation.

"Fine." Rey replies, still not looking at him, but he can see her eyes exploring the house looking for a sign of who Luke Skywalker is. He smiles in amusement. She wouldn't find it in the kitchen. He can also tell she is uncomfortable. This simple fact never changed. She still hates sitting still.

"Rey," He lets out a breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

At first, he doesn't think she hears him, but then he sees a rise and fall in her shoulders, a shrug. "You're my teacher right? Why should you care?"

There's no venom in her words, only an exhaustion. Apparently his little exercise had taken a lot out of her. Again, Luke's own inexperience weighs on him. He hadn't taken another student in so long. He forgot how sometimes it was necessary for the lines to blur, especially for Rey. He sits across from her. "That is exactly the reason. Tell me how I can help."

Her head shoots up as she turns to face him. For the first time, he sees something different in her eyes, unguarded surprise. "Don't leave again." Her voice is low, barely audible if he hadn't been listening for it. Directly afterwards she stands and moves to the opposite side of the room.

"You've got it." He says these words without her eyes on him. He'll say them even if she is no longer listening because he considers this progress, and he'll take it happily.

"Daddy, Drydrrl's beating me." Rey pouted as she looked across the game to where Ben sat with his trusted stuffed Wookiee as they played a holonet game.

The adults exchanged a look as Han bit his lip to keep from laughing at a very distant memory involving a certain droid.

"You're such a baby Rey-Rey!" Ben said. "Daddy tell her!"

"I'm two months older than you." Rey replied.

"Alright you two." Leia said.

"There's only one way to settle this." Luke said. "Let the wookiee win."

"Ha!" Ben stuck his tongue out.

"But…" Rey sighed.

"Next round, Drydrrl sits out, got it?" Han said.

"He's okay with that." Ben nodded. "Sorry Rey-Rey."

Rey nodded, tongue jutting out as she planned her next move.

The adults turned back to their whispered conversation.

"So, what you're saying is that Ben's Force sensitive?" Leia raised an eyebrow.

"It's the only explanation." Luke said.

"Wait a minute…" Han shook his head. "You mean he can feel that mumbo jumbo like you and your old man?"

Leia's concerns were more immediate as she frowned at the mention of Vader. "Luke, will he…?"

Luke understood his sister's concern. Even after Vader's death, she still could never quite connect with their father, with the idea of Anakin Skywalker. To her, he would always be Vader the monster, the black mark of their family name. It was only natural, she'd be concerned about Ben. With his temperament, it was valid. " No. I'll train him myself. He'll be safe Leia I promise."

"What are you two going on about?" Han stared between the two siblings. Even after all this time, he still felt out of the loop when it came to the Skywalker twins, but one look at Leia's face and he knew. "You're not saying…" He pushed away from the table as he stood and walked out the door. It slammed as the kids, still playing on the floor flinched.

"Daddy…" Ben's voice was small as he stared at the door, still swinging.

Rey looked over to Luke as she hugged her cousin from behind. "S'okay Benny. Daddy's gonna make Uncle Han feel better."

It is these words from his daughter, the comfort that the cousins are providing each other that propels Luke out of his chair and out the door after his friend without a word to Leia.

Rey waits until Luke is busy with the soup. She notices that he keeps sneaking glances as he stirs, so it will be hard. She begins to move inching toward the door. Luke doesn't seem to notice, more likely he doesn't care. Rey knows words are a dime a dozen, so despite all that he says, when it comes down to it they're just words, bantha fodder to get her to sit and be still and not cause any trouble, so he wouldn't have to face himself, and the fact that he left his friends when they needed him. Well, she would make him, and she knows exactly how to do it.

She closes the door, wincing as it clicks before she breaks into a run toward the Falcon, praying it is where she left it and that this planet is as deserted as it appears.


Luke shakes his head at the door which is barely shut. He knows where she's going, no doubt to find Artoo and Chewbacca. He had sensed their presence on the Falcon as he had watched it fly in. The question becomes will she stay or will she fly off? Luke has no way of knowing, but what he does know is that she is angry, and anger has a way of making even the most illogical choices seem smart. It is this moment that he remembers Genna. It is at this moment that the pain hits its peak.

He had met Genna two years after Endor. She was a server at the cantina where Han had his bachelor party, the party he had insisted he hadn't needed. They were quite a sight: a six foot tall wookiee, two droids, a Jedi and a former smuggler seated at the round table. Genna had been their server. She was petite, Chewbacca dwarfed her, but unlike so many Luke had come across, she didn't seem shocked. After a few drinks, Han was blabbing about how Luke was the greatest Jedi ever known and had defeated the Empire and his daddy issues all in one swoop.

"Really?" The girl raised an eyebrow turning her gaze to Luke. "You don't seem the type."

"Oh yeah." Han slurred as he clapped Luke on the shoulder. "This guy… he's a real master y'know. Turned their minds to putty with 'is jedi mumbo jumbo."

R2-D2 bleeped.

"I don't rightly know Artoo." C-3PO replied. "Oh! Oh Dear, Master Luke!"

Within seconds, Han was slumped across Luke's lap, passed out.

Chewbacca growled as he stood from his seat and cradled Han.

"Chewie, where are you taking him?" Luke said.

The wookiee growled.

"The sink?" Luke's eyes went wide. "Chewie!"

But he was already walking away toward the Cantina's kitchen.

"Kriff!" Luke groaned slumping his head onto the table.

"Quite a character that one." The girl laughed. "I'll bet you've had quite the adventures."

"That's an understatement." Luke replied. "Oh! I'll just go and get them out of the kitchen." Luke hurried to his feet stumbling.

The girl snorted. "Nah, don't worry about it. Kilgor sees it all the time. Believe me, this is the most action he's gotten in a week since that hutt and the bounty hunter almost vaporized each other."

Luke winced. "Rough place?"

"Let's just say, there's a reason the security has five arms." The girl sighed. "Where are my manners? I never got your name and I'm already unloading about my job."

"Luke," he said holding out a hand. " Luke Skywalker. What's yours?"

"Genna." She smiled. "Genna Orrere."

"Genna," Luke sighs. "What am I supposed to do?"


A/N: Okay, just a few notes. Drydrll is Ben's name for his toy. Genna Orrere is my OC and is Rey's mother. Kilgor is another OC, a walk on character and a worker at the cantina. We may meet him later. Next chapter, Rey at the Millennium Falcon, Chewie and Artoo, Luke going after her, in flashback Luke talks to Han, and in present day a visit for Luke. Who will the visitor be? Leave your guesses!