LUKE

I was sitting in a room with Leia after my father died. Even though he had done horrible things, it was like the pain of losing my family all over again. And I knew he was good. He had told me as much. I had hung my head when my sister nudged my shoulder.

"Luke! Look!"

I slowly raised my head to see Obi-Wan, the way he would come to me when I needed him, and I certainly needed him in that moment.

"Luke. You must go back to Tatooine."

"Why would I go back there now, Obi-Wan?" I asked, exasperated.

"Someone waits there for you."

"Who?" asked Leia.

"A girl named Leila."

"I never knew anyone named Leila on Tatooine."

"You did," sighed Obi-Wan, "and you must go back for her. She resides at my old house in the desert and has been maintaining it to the best of her ability in my absence. Go, Luke. Go back for Leila."

"Should we go back?" asked Leia.

"He's never turned me wrong before," I said.

Leia patted me on the shoulder.

"Do you want me to ask Han-"

"No...new people might frighten this Leila person, she's clearly been living on her own for a while. Are you sure you want to come?"

Leia nodded.

"And I think Han should too. Neither of you have been to Tatooine in a while. We should have each other's backs."

"Leia, I can handle myself."

"It's not a matter of your independence, Luke. I know jedi knights can handle themselves in a pinch. That's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried that you don't remember Leila. It's not like you, forgetting someone connected with Obi-Wan."

I sighed. She was right. And I knew I couldn't argue with her. I had to go back to Tatooine, and I had to bring Han and my sister with me.

LEILA

I heard a pounding at my door. My mother had been forbidding me from trying to use the Force since we left. Now she was gone, and I had tried to train myself, knowing there was no one else left to teach me.

"We know you're in there Leila, open the damn door!" called a gruff voice.

I drew my mother's lightsaber and held out my hand. I unhinged my locks with the Force and the gruff man and a dark-haired woman entered my house. The gruff man was pointing a blaster at me. Then I saw him emerge from between them: Luke.

He was taller and more weathered than I remembered, clothed in black, unlike the dark-haired woman and the gruff man.

"Leia?" he asked, confused.

I sheathed my saber and reattached it to my belt. Father had succeeded. Luke had come back for me.

"Luke!" I cried.

Luke ran towards me wearing a confused grin on his face.

"I'm looking for someone named Leila, an old friend sent me to look for her, but I don't know why."

I sighed. I knew why. It was because my father had asked him too.

"Luke...Obi-Wan Kenobi sent you here."

"Yes."

He seemed surprised that I knew who Obi-Wan was.

"He sent you here because you needed to go back for Leila."

"Yes."

He only seemed more surprised.

"Luke, when my mother and I came to this system, we changed our names so the Sith would not come looking for us."

"Why were they looking for you?" growled the gruff man, his hand still on his blaster.

"Because I am Leila Kenobi. And I grew up with Luke. I asked my father for a favor. That favor was to ask Luke if he would come back for me."

I advanced past Luke towards the gruff man.

"All I wanted was to get off this planet and see Luke again. So I asked my father, my dead father, who I hadn't seen since I was 3, for help, you emotionally stunted billy goat!"

I walked over and sat down on the bench where I had first seen my mother's lightsaber and sat down.

"I seriously doubted if he'd even remember me. After my mother died, Luke was my only friend in the world, even though I hadn't seen him in 5 years. And I never thought Luke would really come back for me."

Luke walked over to the bench and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and I leant up against his shoulder, my arms crossed.

"Of course I came back. If I had known it was you I would have come sooner."

I smiled up at the gruff man and the dark haired woman.

LUKE

Leia Koban. Of course I remembered Leia. When I first saw my sister's transmission, I was reminded of my childhood friend, Leia Koban. I felt that her name was actually Leila when we entered the home and saw her, but I needed confirmation. And now I had it. I knew she was my old friend, and that she spoke the truth, that her real name was Leila Kenobi and she was Obi-Wan's daughter.

"Leila, this is my sister, Leia," I said, still holding Leila close to me.

Leia nodded politely.

"And this is my friend Han Solo."

Han awkwardly waved, still keeping his hand on his blaster. He could be a cautious fellow when he cared to be.

"C'mon, Luke. Chewie gets nervous when he's alone too long."

I moved my hand to Leila's inside shoulder and led her outside Obi-Wan's old house. When we boarded the Millennium Falcon, Chewbacca stood in front of Leila for a few moments. She looked intrigued but a little frightened.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you," I said.

"Unless you beat him at chess," called Han as he and Leia moved past Chewie onto the ship.

Leila looked up at me confused. Chewbacca followed Han and Leia and I led Leila to a separate part of the ship. I sat her down at a table, I knew she'd never been off Tatooine before.

"When did you know Obi-Wan Kenobi was your father?" I asked.

"I always knew," Leila responded matter-of-factly, "I still remember the day my mother and I left."

"How old were you?" I asked.

She held up three fingers. Leila had an eidetic memory, she remembered names and places like few people could.

"I'm sorry about Owen and Beru," she said.

"I'm sorry about your mother," I responded.

"Didn't you ever hear about Ben Kenobi? The recluse who lived in the hills?"

Leila shrugged.

"You do enough running and every rumor seems to good to be true. It wasn't until your droid ran away that I saw him alive."

"You were there?"

"Watching, from the hill. I was about to run for help when my father arrived."

"I had no idea. I just lost touch with you after I started doing work for my uncle."

Leila nodded, she knew that. I felt bad because I had forgotten her, in a way, or forgotten about her. Being forgotten about hurt Leila in a different, very acute, way, because she never forgot anything.