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Author's Note: I've been feeling much better since the accident, and I'm still trying to get my life back on track. Luke is, too…

Leia was stunned. All of the pictures of her that Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen had put out on their fireplace mantle were completely gone, replaced with pictures of Luke.

Luke blowing bubbles into his milk. Luke throwing a snowball. Luke sleeping in their father's arms.

"It's not that we don't love you anymore, honey," Aunt Beru told her gently. "We just need to show Luke how precious he is to us."

Leia nodded; Luke did look pretty cute with that little scowl on his face as he was throwing a snowball at what looked like Dr. Kenobi's car. But her brother certainly hadn't been in his right mind when he had tried to slit his wrists, so maybe Aunt Beru's way of thinking was best.

"How has Luke been?" Mrs. Organa asked as she and Leia sat down on farmhouse's living room sofa. She and Leia had flown in on the Organas' private jet.

"He's been as well as he can possibly be," Beru sighed as she sank into Owen's easy chair. "He bathes, he sleeps, and he's starting to eat. His friend showed up yesterday, and that really brightened him up."

Luke wondered into the living room, clad in sweatpants and a long cotton t-shirt called a farm tunic.

"Hi, Luke, sweetie!" Mrs. Organa cooed. "How have you been doing?"

"Alright," Luke shrugged. "Thanks for Timmy the Tauntaun, Mrs. Organa. I want to read some more of his comics."

"You're welcome, honey. Mr. Organa picked it out, he thought you would like it."

Luke sank down on the sofa next to his sister, and Leia reached over and hugged him. "Luke, I've missed you so much!" she said quietly, and paused. "Did Mark Fisher come here yesterday?"

"Yeah, he told me he asked Marilou out, but they can't agree on which movie they want to see," Luke murmured as he embraced his sister.

That made Leia giggle. "She called last night, but she didn't say anything about that. She just told me that Han hadn't graduated and has to repeat his senior year. And that Jason Hutt dropped out of school."

Luke looked amused at that last report.

"Want to go somewhere that we can talk, Luke?"

"Yeah, do you want to come up to my room?"

Leia shrugged. "Okay."

Luke didn't get up from the couch. He just leaned over and embraced his sister again.

I missed you too, Luke, came Leia's mind message.

There was so much love behind it that Luke was able to receive it, even in his groggy mind state.

Upstairs, Luke and Leia went into the guest room, where Luke had taken up residence, and sat on the bed under a quilt. The window air conditioner unit was on full-blast.

"I want to live here with you," Leia confessed to her brother. "I want to go to school here, with Carrie and Marilou. Mr. and Mrs. Organa were going to send me to some boarding school in California."

Luke paled. And he thought it was bad enough with his sister living in Carson City, three hours away. If Leia was sent to boarding school in another state, he wouldn't even know how to deal with it. "But Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen can't afford it," he told Leia, sounding upset. "They can barely afford me."

"Mr. Organa wrote an e-mail to Uncle Owen. I found it on his computer," Leia told her brother quietly. "He's offering to pay Uncle Owen child support."

Luke looked surprised. "I guess that's the only way," he admitted.

Leia smiled and pushed back a lock of her brother's hair. "Have you thought about school?"

"Yeah, I told Aunt Beru that I didn't want to go back, but having Mark over yesterday was so fun. I want to see my best friend every day. Last night, I told Aunt Beru that I actually want to go back to school, and she said she was proud of me. She told me that I had to see my therapist a few times before I go back to school, though."

Leia shrugged. "Okay. Do you like your therapist, Luke?"

"Oh, yeah, he's very nice. His name is Dr. Jinn. He said he went to medical school with Dr. Kenobi, and he practices meditation and yoga with Mr. Da!"

Downstairs, Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru were deep in negotiations with Mrs. Organa.

"You don't need to make a special trip. Bail and I can pay delivery men to deliver an extra bedroom suite we have at Alderaan to your guest room," Mrs. Organa said calmly.

"As long as you don't need that furniture," Aunt Beru replied calmly. She was feeling overwhelmed at the Organas' resources.

"Oh, no. It's sitting in a room and doing nothing. Plus, I could use that space to convert into a workout room," Mrs. Organa said. "It would be best not to haul Leia's furniture from her father's home, because what if Luke and Leia move back in with their father? You'd have to haul all of that furniture back!"

"Well, if they move back in with their father, you would want your furniture back too, wouldn't you?" Owen asked her.

"No, trust me. This bedroom furniture is a gift. We need to get rid of it!"

Owen cleared his throat. "Moving on to child support...I agree that Beru and I can't support both kids on what we have, but we refuse to accept five thousand a month. That's way too much!"

"Well, the kids need school supplies and clothes. You'll need extra food and more money for utilities. And what about Leia's ballet lessons? Dance tuition and ballet equipment is expensive."

"I forgot about Leia's ballet," Beru murmured to her husband.

"And Luke plays soccer for the varsity team at school," Owen said, closing his eyes in resignation. He sighed. "I'll accept one thousand a month in child support. No more."

Breha Organa stared. "Are you sure that will be enough?"

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